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his breath stills beneath her warmth, fingers threading gently through russet silken fur. he turns his cheek into her crown, committing the weight of her presence to memory —— this fleeting closeness were a relic he dared never lose.
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she—fox finds herself coiled within the * readers lap, pressing her visage to curve of neck. foxen eyne flutter shut as audits droop back, memorizing their scent & stowing it away like a sacrosanct anodyne.
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“i am not a creator — nor a destroyer, simply an overseer.” a neutral presence within the vast order of existence. “you can imagine how mundane such an unending task can become, so i have humbled myself to live amongst your kind.”
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“the universe,” he spoke as though it were self-evident ——— as if he were the only god that mattered. space and time themselves would bend at his whim, should he choose it.
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do sprout from deities harboring human vessels. Maybe I'll hear of one from you one day. What exactly do you rule over, if I may be so presumptuous to ask?"
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