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⠀⠀𝓓𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 , 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 ⠀ ⠀@lycheiia . . . . ♡

[. @Rhinostallion]

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⠀ 𝐓𝐕-𝐌𝐀‼️⠀
『 𝙑𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙂𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩,
⤷ 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙎𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 』⠀ ⠀

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#OC | 〝 Pathetic . . 〞 | #MVRP

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@lcvelisms — A shadow would creep over her frame from behind, the shifting of his movements could be heard whilst approaching. Lips parting slowly, his voice would emit low, calm.

〝 Greetings . . Little Dove. 〞

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⠀⠀ ⠀intense glare studying her, noting the expression written along delicate features; his own becoming sympathetic. Regretful.

〝 Forgive me, my love . . 〞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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@lycheiia — A gentle stroke applied to her cheek .

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「 𝐌𝐔𝐍 」— My motivation to write is slowly returning, thank you all for your patience .

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House. Admiring in silence the modern structure and clean setup, a fitting dwelling for a woman like herself; oddly enough this was his first time in her home .

She'd come to the cathedral all the time to visit him, but this time; he came to her .

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@lycheiia — The floors would creak beneath his weight, slowly he entered through the window; one foot on the floor before the other.

Large wings folded against his back, making slipping in easier. Morbid features sat emotionless as his gaze wandered the interior of the . . .

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Toes from the ground. Picking her up entirely.

〝 Shh, Shh . . . Do not worry . 〞

With those words he'd bring his hand to grip her chin, lifting her gaze to meet with his for a moment before hungrily capturing her lips within his own; passionately, longingly .

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The feeling of her soft lips pressing against his skin caused for low grumbles to emit, eyes closing he brought his features into the darkness of her hair; inhaling her scent heavily.

Deep voice emitting alongside his exhale, large arms lifting her . . .

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Feeling her frame push against his own broad stature caused for a slight smirk to emit, his own arms snaked around her waist; pulling her into a tight embrace. He would push his face into the crevice of her neck.

〝 Forgive me . 〞

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@lycheiia — Large dark talons would extend to gently brush against her backside, A low deep voice piercing through silence, calling for her from behind.

〝 I've returned, Little Dove . 〞⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

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「 𝐌𝐔𝐍 」— Apologies everyone, depression is kicking my ass .

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Himself to replace it. Too ashamed to allow such a name to remain his, instead it died . . . Along with her; many years ago.

〝 Outis . 〞

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⠀⠀ ⠀A pause in his movements, slightly hesitant to speak for a moment; the thought of his name would cause for softened expression to turn saddened. His gaze shifted away before finally he'd reply. Not with his gifted name, but instead . . A name given to . . .

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⠀⠀ ⠀His arm would come to wrap around her waist, a small tug forward; pulling her into his firm chest. His morbid features shifting to form a soft expression, free hand coming to meet with her cheek.

〝 Is this a common tradition ? 〞

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⠀⠀ ⠀Have to? This is a mandatory tradition? How strange mankind was, developing odd rituals of intimacy.

〝 and if I don't ? 〞

He asked not to spite, but in genuine curiosity. Would something happen if the tradition was ignored?

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⠀⠀ ⠀Taking a few steps forward, his eyes would lazily shift to the festive herbs between her fingers; brow lifting .

〝 What is the purpose of this? 〞

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Thanks .

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⠀⠀ ⠀Morbid features would shift to form a slight smile at her words, head falling forward slightly he would nod; a gesture of approval before speaking.

〝 You may . 〞

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@lycheiia — With a heavy grumble, dark talons would pull her closer into his large frame; her soft flesh brushing against his own .

Eyelids twitching before slightly opening, he had finally awakened . Tired gaze would lazily shift to look at the . . .

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A small pause before continuing .

〝 Outis . 〞

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⠀⠀ Feeling her hands against his head coaxed for a brow to rise, soft yet unamused eyes still glaring impatiently back at her . He was confused as to why she was so persistent in obtaining his identity, even more so as to why she felt so bold and comfortable. . .

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He'd finally part his lips to speak.

〝 I am nobody . . 〞

His head would fall slightly to the side for what would appear to be pondering thoughts, silence followed those words for a few moments before speaking again.

〝 But if you must address me . 〞. . .