divinity will stain your fingers and mouth like a pomegranate. it will swallow you whole and spit you out, wine-dark and wanting. you will reach for it again and again, greedy human fingers clutching at everything you can reach.
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๐ด๐ ๐ฐ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ด๐ป๐ธ๐ฝ๐ด โ โธป demonologist,
when the music ๐๐๐๐๐, you will see
him in the mirror behind ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.
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โ โ โ his whole reaction and demeanor towards this terrible situation shocks her.
everything about him shocks her , in all honesty. from his features , his voice , his attitude. even his cute little dog.
โ โ โ maybe he's only trying to help her , or he
โ โ โ ( con. )
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he doesnยดt know what to do with the shock of someone near the edge of tears in front of himโ ื the remorse is not what he was expectingโ ื his body tenses ๏น eyes flaring for a split secondโ ื
( . . . )
actually means what he's said.
either way , it makes the tears fade away from her brown hues.
โ โ โ " well , i don't want to be on top of the food chain."
voice soft , wrapping her arms around herself to keep her body from shaking.
โ โ โ ( con. )
/ honestly we all need to lock in and realize that if a c!s male writer is trying to ship with you and especially pushing lewd or sexually charged interactions, he is using it as jerkoff material. his tiny dick is literally in his hand while you speak. and heโs going to +
โ โ โ she isn't one to take kindly to being ignored. her old self still craves the attention and eyes of an audience.
โ โ โ " haven't they invented knife sharpeners that are more ... modern .แฃ"