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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝖨 𝒟𝖮𝖭'𝖳 𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖶
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝚆𝙷𖦹 ⠀ 𝖨 𝐀𝐌 …
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ᴮᴱᑦᴬᵁˢᴱ 𝖮𝖥 ᵞᴼᵁ.ᐟ
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[‍ ‍ ♱ ‍ 𝓗𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍， ‍ 𝓗𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍。 @LAMENTAMORE]

there is a molding rot deep inside.

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Executioner.” Spoken simply, offhanded.

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Cameron’s words ignite warmth in both her chest and her cheeks, a head ducking as strand of her hair is tucked behind her ear. Both of them are married, committed and neither should enjoy this, the comments that can be easily excused for friendly compliments. But deep down, +

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the women know it’s not nearly that simple. She leans against the countertop, pooling blues observing the other woman. “You know, I do have chairs.” It’s a tease, completely harmless. Plucking her meal from the bag, Sarah joins Cam on the floor and space is invaded. “The +

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which had been safely in her hand is left in water, left for the paint on it to disintegrate. “Thank you.”

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Not wrong there, actually. Lunch had been missed in favour of completing a few pieces where inspiration had returned and the Artist simply couldn’t deny. “You knew I haven’t eaten anything?” Sarah often hyper—focuses, completely ignores essentials until it cannot be ignored +

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further. It’s a tease. She knows Cameron is aware of her bad habits, lack of self—care. “I’m predictable, I know.” Quirking of a brow and a soft chuckle occur hand in hand. Debating doesn’t exist, the Artist easily approaching the Sargent. The brush +

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well, it erupts a reactions that she cannot dare to bare. Sarah’s stomach twists and turns, tumultuous as anticipation swells. Her smile is soft, shy. Such a sign of a woman who believes she’s not worthwhile. “How about you share one with me?

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And who would stop her if playing out such thoughts ended in blood and horror? It’s expected, isn’t it. . . For Sarah to crack, explode underneath the weight of endless torment and torture. They should not play such risky hypotheticals. Not with someone who has only ever known +

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There’s a small swallow, her gaze lifting lazily and meeting brown, inhaling sharply. That face is inescapable, burning a hole seemingly into Sarah’s soul. Those fingers toy, dancing around each other as she shyly looks elsewhere. “You’ve talked me into it…” Being noticed is, +

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than they aren’t. “You didn’t have to do that.”

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“Cam.” Sarah sees the Sargent as soon as she enters, lingering only a stone’s throw away within the gallery’s doors before an Easel that’s clearly seen better days. Painting. Something she is doing more and more. Nights are spent here far more often +

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exhausted by the aspect of returning home, finding herself alone.

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Sarah didn’t wish to be normal. And she wasn’t by any means, even without her strange history. Normality is a bore, that certainly is true, but the sudden flood of attention has her startled. Not to mention expectations, constant reminders of the peculiarity of her views. There +

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quite the stir in her stomach and fingers press to her palms, twisting mercilessly. Dylan barely pays her attention, constantly focused on the Executioner. “Oh. No. I should probably head home.” Happy marriage is evident to be anything but. She sounds apprehensive and even +

[nsfw @jerkedx]

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hands rising in mocked defeat. “I waited for the perfect moment, I guess the plates gave it away.”

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brought to town. Dylan she saw less and less, stuck at the Bulletin or racing about with Alison. Sarah lingers on the muscles that dance as the Bartender, Tiffany she thinks she has overheard, wipes the bar down from the night’s work. “You’ve got me.” It’s a gentle tease, her +