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ใ คone could've easily assumed that he had already fallen asleep against the other โ the slow beating of their heart paired with xyr steady breaths were fairly soothing.
ใ คthe only indicator of otherwise was the ocassional twitch of their lashes along his arm.
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why would he? for someone to find safety in the arms of someone so violent... it was a welcome change of pace to be gentle with someone. a hand reaches out to trail through ginger locks, a soft smile adorning his profile.
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ใ คthe tip of their tail would ocassionally flick, barely swishing amongst the grass mere moments before the fey would slowly yet surely drift to lie against the demon. warm cheek pressed against seared skin; unbothered.
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one might be found seated next to the satyr, simply keeping vigil over their photosynthesizing while basking in the morning sun's glow. a well-deserved moment of respite... and a long overdue sunbathing session. he was starting to lose his complexion.
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i laid on my bedroom floor and let the roots of your anger grow into my spine like a parasite.
.. i took the teeth out of my mouth so i wouldn't bite. there can only be so many snarling dogs in one house.
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ใ คใ คใ คใ คgood morning, world .แ โก
ใ คthey're starting this lovely day off with some gardening โ or, well, more like simply sitting in the garden. sunbathing.. or, photosynthesizing ๐ค
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ใ คevery one of the spartan's touches had the satyr letting out a shrill spiral of chirps and clicks, nuzzling up to him in response.
ใ ค" oh, how i'd adore that... "
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โ indeed. we have the whole day to ourselves, love. โ a low trill rumbles his throat, his free arm snaking around xyr waist to pull them into a warm embrace.
ใ คโ would you like some tea to start your day โ ? โ
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" you only saw me yesterday evening.. " he responds with a light-hearted chuckle. a hand reaches out to gently stream through xyr ginger locks.
ใ ค" far too long, i'd say. "
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ใ คpressing a palm to his face, rubbing against xyr eye socket โ only to quickly stop, looking up at the other and flashing his usual smile.
ใ ค" well, hello .แ its been so long since i last saw you โ "
ใ คthey were asleep. of course, he didn't see him.
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Rainy, quiet Sunday, I sit in my bedroom and am at peace, but instead of making up my mind to do some writing, I have been staring at my fingers for quite a while.
Franz Kafka, 1912.