CASPIAN.

[CASPIAN. @godirge]

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[CASPIAN. @godirge]

... have any ingredients I can use? Or just name some dishes you’d like to eat.”⠀ ∎⠀ @flamecanine.

[CASPIAN. @godirge]

... he seemed to be lost in his thoughtfulness for a second, thinking about her offers once more. “The distress actually making me hungry,” he would be standing up from the couch after saying this, sweeping some sweats away. “But maybe I prefer to cook the meal myself—do you ...

[CASPIAN. @godirge]

... this meadow; that was a crazy idea. “Ugh, do you want to get yourself killed? I think those nymphs are the creatures who easily got on their nerves from stories I’ve heard and besides where can we even found one?”⠀ ∎⠀ @panemourfi.

[CASPIAN. @godirge]

... know her by the name of Persephone,” he grew up worshipping nothing and knowing the deities were just happened at half time of his years. Anticipations were already there at anything Damian would said by the time the absence of hurried city life would never be missed in ...

[CASPIAN. @godirge]

... ceased right after this, unwanting to continue his retelling before having to know the other’s reaction.⠀ ∎⠀ @panemourfi.

[CASPIAN. @godirge]

... of spring whom nurtured this land was the one who breathed it. “You know the answer yourself, Damian. This place is ever bound to harm if those kind of people find it, but the goddesses and the flower nymphs are protecting this place. I was told a story once,” he would ...

[CASPIAN. @godirge]

... tight lips—or would, if he ever changed his mind.⠀ ∎⠀ @flamecanine.

[CASPIAN. @godirge]

... and he used his free hand to cover the face. “It happens all the time. You can’t really escape it. The dream itself was nothing, don’t worry. At least it was not about the doom of the world.” It was about his father, you see. But it would not ever to be slipped from his ...

[CASPIAN. @godirge]

... after. “... Yeoreum?” it was clear he was now finally composed again, not losing himself to the war heart he bore with. “Fuck. I’m sorry—I did that, didn’t I? Did it hurt?” this would be his foul attempt to run away from the bane of his existence.⠀ ∎⠀ @flamecanine.

[CASPIAN. @godirge]

... arrest. The first thing his innate defensive mechanism would do would be grabbing her hand with eyes flickering intention to harm. The grasp would be harsh, it would perhaps left mark upon her skin. Yet after some realisation he would released it slowly, and to be ceased ...