˚࿔𝔾𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓ᝰ.ᐟ

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✼　 ҉ 　✼　 ҉ 　✼
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[˚࿔𝔾𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓ᝰ.ᐟ @scorchids]

For every 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 , there is a 𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯 .

[˚࿔𝔾𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓ᝰ.ᐟ @scorchids]

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he is not staring—— simply admiring . siwoo is like a plant , basking in the sunshine .
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[𝓣 ꫝꫀ 𝖆𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝑜𝑓 𝖒𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 @HOWUNF0RTUN4TE]

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[𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐎 @sinsnspells]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝐃𝐑. 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐎
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Psychologist and Professor.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Novella. Strictly IC. Dom-Top.
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Dead-Dove. Korean-Spanish.

[𝓣 ꫝꫀ 𝖆𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝑜𝑓 𝖒𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 @HOWUNF0RTUN4TE]

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀་∔་། ꒡ ͝ @scorchids ༝
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[˚࿔𝔾𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓ᝰ.ᐟ @scorchids]

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" if you can stand the heat , i wouldn't mind the help . " he mourned the loss of snow , a balm on his fevered skin . perhaps that was his shameless confession , his hidden motivation—— the other's chill was his salvation .
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[˚࿔𝔾𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓ᝰ.ᐟ @scorchids]

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though secrets are harboured , the wraith is not the only one they are hidden from . haru has long accepted his existence as one that he simply has to bear with—— why draw another into his troubles ?
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[𝓣 ꫝꫀ 𝖆𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝑜𝑓 𝖒𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 @HOWUNF0RTUN4TE]

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the 𝑤raith's steps cease, as well as the descent of snow. from the outside perspective, it may seem that 𝑠i—woo expresses displeasure from the way his visage suddenly shows no mirth nor an inkling of interest, but the reality tells otherwise. it was simply him attempting
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[brunette beomgyu association @brunettebeomgyu]

invitation beomgyu changed the entire trajectory of my life

[˚࿔𝔾𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓ᝰ.ᐟ @scorchids]

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how the past week has found him ...
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[˚࿔𝔾𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓ᝰ.ᐟ @scorchids]

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to stay . but he has never asked anything for himself . instead , fingers curl into his side .

" and what do you propose ? that we go on a date ? that seems far too mundane . "
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[˚࿔𝔾𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓ᝰ.ᐟ @scorchids]

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" i consider you no such thing . do not assume the worst of my judgement . i am merely used to being a fleeting moment , i expect nothing of anyone , nor do i hold regrets . " were he to be entirely truthful with himself ,
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[𝓣 ꫝꫀ 𝖆𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝑜𝑓 𝖒𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 @HOWUNF0RTUN4TE]

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“and i—— i 𝑤onder why you think so lowly of yourself for you to assume such. do you ardently believe that you are naught but a 𝑓leeting distraction? or—— perhaps you just see me as what mortals call them ... a 𝑝layer?” siwoo withdraws yet their propinquity was retained
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[˚࿔𝔾𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓ᝰ.ᐟ @scorchids]

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perhaps he would admit that such an arrangement posed a lonesome existence , yet he would not complain . what he had was enough—— yet ... fevered hues trail the other's circling path , digits itching to reach out and ask him
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[˚࿔𝔾𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓ᝰ.ᐟ @scorchids]

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" my only assumption is that i am nothing but a fleeting distraction . but i offer my sanctuary freely—— come , rest . you are safe here . stay ... for as long as you need to . and when you leave , i will not stop you . "
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[˚࿔𝔾𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓ᝰ.ᐟ @scorchids]

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a shiver trails a path down his spine at the chill of a ghostly breath , barely present , yet felt nonetheless . such closeness with anyone else is unfathomable , yet with siwoo it is irrevocably desired .
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[𝓣 ꫝꫀ 𝖆𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝑜𝑓 𝖒𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 @HOWUNF0RTUN4TE]

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“𝒉aru ... 𝑑arling, 𝑑earest 𝒉aru ...” uttered octaves lower, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 name fades with the ghost of glacial breath brushing against the shell of 𝒉𝒊𝒔 ear. brims still lingering 'gainst silky threads of 𝒉𝒊𝒔 locks, taking in, breathing in the scent of the phantom esse of
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[🫧 @_Naturaee]

dancing tulips

[brunette beomgyu association @brunettebeomgyu]

mourning her like shes my late wife

[˚࿔𝔾𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓ᝰ.ᐟ @scorchids]

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" siwoo ... " the name lingers on his lips , gaze drifting upwards once more . perhaps he was a fool for his next words but ... " i am haru and i welcome you into my sanctuary . "
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[˚࿔𝔾𝕆𝕃𝔻𝔼ℕ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓ᝰ.ᐟ @scorchids]

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" how could i presume such a thing ? you do not strike me as one to linger in the same place for long . " a sigh parts lips upon the chilling touch , lashes fluttering closed as cold seeps through fevered skin .
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[𝓣 ꫝꫀ 𝖆𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝑜𝑓 𝖒𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 @HOWUNF0RTUN4TE]

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“oh? am i to believe that you've been hoping that you are to be remained etched within the deep recesses of my mind?” what else could have prompted 𝒉𝒊𝒎 to express so? charcoal hued digits gently sift through 𝒉𝒊𝒔 snowflake adorned locks—— brims came to press amidst.
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