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#⃝𝔭𝗋͟𝖾𝗒 ──┄ the narnia verse
is most welcome to keep
following me ⸝ but i gotta warn
y'all that i have never
consumed any piece of narnia
media a day in my life
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@0CEANIC0S ⠀
⠀⠀Aire que aspira lo congela, vestimenta en colores de fúnebres revisa antes de dirigirle la atención a ella, acordando en darle el abrigo de regreso para cubrir sus piernas.
—Acabarás enfermando por bondad, ¿las damiselas de tu época acostumbran eso? Triste.
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⠀ Un jadeo cobarde lo regresa de la ensoñación, guiando su propia cabeza lejos del charco de vino donde dormía la sombra antigua, partícipe de pantomina, recitó:
—Soñé contigo, @kairaeku.
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@0CEANIC0S ⠀
⠀⠀Apresado de ese breve pánico, no fue capaz de alinear las pupilas con la silueta de la dama hasta sentir la calidez cubrirlo una vez más.
—¿Por qué ya no–? —estiró una mano para sostenerla del pliegue de la ropa más cerca, trayendo a esta de regreso— Descansemos juntos.
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⠀pretending to search for something crow-colored underneath it before combing it.
“ My apologies. The burden of living with my siblings. ” A little joke, a bit of buffoonery. “ You would go mad too, boy. ”
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⠀⠀The distant memory, of having lived it before, somewhere, sometime. Sand. The image multiplies, the memory corrodes, melting into a face ravaged by violence and a distant laugh as cruel as Maegor.
⠀The wine was not enough to knock him out and yet, ›
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—— it was scarcely the first time aethelstan found himself drinking alongside daeron.
they were close, enough to take true pleasure in sharing their cups.
through the torrent of wine they would partake in, and the fact that daeron had sustained him during those dark hours when
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⠀ Daeron's gaze clears, returning to the truth, damp with terror and sweating like a farm pig. He runs his hand over his companion's face and curls more than once before directing his right hand to one of the curls, ›
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