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︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎𝗠𝗢𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗟、To witness an ideal within an eternal slumber.

[ً @holyaches]

what is the heart but a small hand of agonies?

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@benevolande A ripple passed through him, subtle but unmissable—a tell-tale flutter beneath his ribs, like a bird startled in its cage.

He didn’t turn. Not yet. But his voice, hoarse with sleep and made delicate by surprise, murmured low into the hush between them. “... What's wrong?”

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@benevolande

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| Menarik.

[KIRIM MENFESS MELALUI LINK DI CARRD! @2DimensiMenfess]

!2DFess Mau test ombak nih, kira-kira kalau ada agensi atau project AU! berbasis game The Last of Us, apakah ada yang tertarik? Saya ingin realisasikan tapi lihat peminat dulu.

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@benevolande - somehow they lose the thread of propriety entirely?

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@benevolande And if you were hopeless then, I dread to think what that makes me now .. still fumbling for composure each time you so much as look at me too long.

.. A disciple and his teacher? That borders on sacrilege, doesn’t it? One entrusted to guide, the other sworn to learn, and -

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@benevolande And here I thought myself too dull to be the subject of such gallant abduction. Orchestrated by Monsieur Varga nonetheless.

What exactly are you reading sweetheart?

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@benevolande Phoenix eyes .. jade countenance .. I wonder what those poets would think if they found me squinting over unsorted case files, ink-stained and sleep-deprived.

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@benevolande .. Is that truly how you see me, love? As something worthy of those ancient verses, of snow and stars and jade carved by heaven’s hand?

You speak of me as though I’d leapt from the page of some ancient manuscript—perfected and polished until not even the dust dares to touch me.

[VARGA. @benevolande]

@LEAVERSEND Shit.

[He laughs carefreely, still holding your gifts within his chest. So beautiful and mindful of Alan is, by these favors alone.]

I should’ve sworn the sun, moon, and stars for you too. Now, you can only get me—in whatever happenings that may arise later on, Your Highness.

[VARGA. @benevolande]

@LEAVERSEND Shit.

[He laughs carefreely, still holding your gifts within his chest. So beautiful and mindful of Alan is, by these favors alone.]

I should’ve sworn the sun, moon, and stars for you too. Now, you can only get me—in whatever happenings that may arise later on, Your Highness.

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| I should start writing again. Nanti coba kirim menfess lagi. 🐈‍⬛

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@benevolande - the floor, fragile and gold. “.. Don’t sound so astonished,” he said at last, tone faintly defensive, as though deflecting blame before it even arrived. “I followed instructions. Measured things. Watched the timer.”

He paused

“Nothing exploded.”

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Sneaks a gentle kiss to @benevolande’s forehead.

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@benevolande - beneath his palm betraying far too much.

The accusation .. if one could call it that—hung in the air like smoke. Alan did not meet it head-on. Instead, his gaze drifted to a safer horizon, to the vague corner of the room where morning light spilled over -

[VARGA. @benevolande]

@LEAVERSEND Yes, my deer? [Pun intended.]

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@benevolande (Half flustered, half undone—as his gaze flicked toward the sight of Varga clutching that modest gift with such theatrical reverence.)

Then I’ll sentence you to me. No appeal. No pardon. Just us.

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@benevolande .. Pff. Haha. I ought to reprimand you for that pun, if nothing else. A court should be assembled.

(And then, without further ceremony or need for explanation, Alan leaned in for a kiss. Light as breath, soft as dusk.)

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@benevolande .. Deer?

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@benevolande - Varga’s hand, the faintest smirk ghosted the corner of his lips—wry, fond, amused despite himself.

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@benevolande - too close to be called distant. “Or you’ll have your crown revoked before breakfast.”

There was no edge to the words, no chastisement—only the elegant stillness of a man drawing his boundary with care, not contempt. But as he leaned in, his thumb brushing along the back of -