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“ but i suppose loving aylin
felt the same as loving myself. . .
it was 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥. ”
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“dearest selûne, our fair maiden,
weave our hearts with threads of silver,
guide us with light of the moon,
and q. . .quench us with the purest of. . . o——of. . .
𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎 .ᐟ .ᐟ” 😵💫
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❝ Hardly. There's also gold, sex, revenge — quite the list, really. But failing any of those, I will 𝐴𝐿𝑊𝐴𝑌𝑆 settle for shallow praise. ❞
𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆. 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑤𝑛.
bg3 rp. experienced. selective. mature themes. spoilers. dm to plot, mention to banter.
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( she burrows into aylin’s warmth. perfectly content, perfectly safe. )
“you are as you have always been. golden, mine heart.”
( how easy it is to melt in her arms. a sweet kiss pressed to her chest before she lays her cheek on it. )
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A white wing stretched to tuck over Isobel as Aylin smiled at her lover's beautifully dramatic self.
"Isobel Thorm... why have I done to deserve you?"
Gentle digits scratched the scalp of the cleric as a smile painted her face.
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( a soft laugh against her lips. )
“well. . . when you ask so nicely. . . .ᐟ i suppoooose i have no other choice 𝐛𝐮𝐭 to starve. . .”
( dramatically, isobel shifts, laying to rest her head upon her love’s chest—just as they were before. )
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Aylin shifted to lay back next to her lover, messy white hair getting tucked behind her ear.
" Do you wish to starve my dearest ? "
Her words carried a slight chuckle to them before gently placing a kiss on her lips.