๐๐๐๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ. vahaedar whiteford, the spare heir / boy or man whom knows too much. he/it, bisexual with no lean. writ by care: freshly eighteen, they/she, demi โ girl lesbian.
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ยป upon him, at that.ใ don't flatter me too much, princess. i mainly wished for your presence due to some curiosity. ใpausing, gaze soft.ใ how goes duty? ใโ๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐?
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bastien never ran from what's niveous, for 'twas his calling โโ but nonetheless, warmth became him too. a cold entirety which was blessed with a smile scorching was all his. now, he offered it to dannie, as well. pride washed ยป
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โ โ the princess seemed to untense at the warm face, the chill having nothing to do with the fact that the girl was so flustered. holding her dress, one hand onto a weaved basket that must've weighed ๏น
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stars shine. the night looms. no light, no darkness, only breeze. fragments of the cold brush over a fire set, but overpowers it not. he hums, gaze observant of the blazes โโ but notices @crowntied entering the domain of the woods ยป
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