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sharp flutter of wings, feathers ruffling. poor dove recoils with an almost imperceptible jolt.
" i’d appreciate if there were no sudden touching, miss march. "
( wings are folding closer, as if to create a small barrier. )
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a pause, long enough for silence to breathe between them &. for a moment, 𝒽𝑒 seems smaller. as though divinity itself has thinned into something awfully human.
shoulders ease, tension unraveling, until what remains is only calm.
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manus' curls towards palm 、stardom taking a step back. a rigid stature calms 、a faint hint of comforting hearth—fire blooms in her chest. 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 、𝒷rother. he's worked himself until ivory is bare —— a day of rest is needed.
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a faint hum ┈─ it’s half sigh, half restrained laughter. seraph’s head tilts slightly, one wing shifting in adjustment.
" i see. so near-death was your first assumption, not tranquility. charming. "
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❪ laughter purrs low in his throat, a sound more amusement than apology. brims quirking subtly. ❫ can you blame me? i wasn’t aware you knew * 𝒽𝑜𝓌 to relax. you looked so still, i simply had to check you were still breathing.
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