( & she groans in protest. No matter how many years it has been, she will fight until she can’t anymore.
Hands tuck at her clothes, tugging her closer. Amanda’s eyes are begrudgingly closed, his brows knitting profusely. )
( the fate bestowed upon her, that of being used as amanda's newfound pillow, is one accepted without complaint. all given in return is but a simple whisper. ) .. sleep well.
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𝕴 was born into darkness, baptised in blood, and condemned to hunger. Then you touched my face as though there were still something human left to save.
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( his weight becomes far too much for his feet to withstand. Slowly, skillfully, he finds an anchor in her, however delicate she might be.
Nothing but a hum is given in response, body already giving up. Yet another episode handled just in time. )