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⠀⠀his aching joints are grateful for the provided heat . he leans into it instinctively .⠀
〝 tired of bein’ infamous
outlaw dutch van der linde .ᐣ 〞
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“ i am . . just itchin’ to play some pretend , how we used to . ”
the con man grins , tilting his head to peer down at him , but his body is close . providing warmth .
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⠀⠀₍ a lifted brow . he knows that look . dutch has the same look whenever he is contemplating a passage in one of his books . ₎⠀
privacy is a foregone thought .⠀
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that’s quite alright .
( leaning in , placing a small , placating kiss to his temple , searching hosea’s eyes for something dutch is not too sure of himself . )
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⠀⠀₍ hosea tempers himself , just . there’s but an inch separating their lips now . fingertips brush the side of dutch’s face . he can hardly remember the last time there wasn’t this barrier betwen the . ₎
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slow down . ‘m not goin’ anywhere .
( chuckling , words a murmur against the others lips . a gentle hand cradling the wiser’s jaw , head tilting . feeling like he’s back in that tent again , under that starry night , twined under the same blanket . )
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