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“ people call me that on belobog....⠀⠀.ᐣ ”
lips plump a small pout、⠀seemingly vaguely distraught by newest discovery.⠀⠀nevertheless、⠀proximity isn’t to cease.
“ ....⠀⠀do call for him、⠀please. ”
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“ how much more creative must you be.ᐣ ”
a heavy sigh parts in half——hearted breath、⠀as eyelids flutter shut for a moment’s second、⠀where time must refrain from continuing a torturing wave of saddening longing.
“ where is caelus.ᐣ ”
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“ happy of my aching longing.ᐣ ”
perhaps a vague presence of a grin dares to perform ’cross lips、⠀as face dives to remain hidden of one’s prying eyes、⠀simply enjoying closeness.
“ my heart hurts. ”
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even hidden from proper analysis、⠀touch allows sixth sense to reveal one’s inflated cheeks、⠀as corners of pointed ears gain a vague color.
“ don’t laugh at me. ”
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silence deafens eardrums momentarily、⠀as calmness sluggishly wavers ’cross frame、⠀allowing lungs to properly function without quivering.
“ i missed you.⠀⠀that’s all. ” sings a quiet whisper.
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comfort of a soulmate is but all needed、⠀as shoulders cease tension、⠀a quiet sniff parts timidly.⠀⠀it seems gentle strokes have helped him calm down.
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