𝓐͟RCHIVIST.

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[𝓐͟RCHIVIST. @sightlessed]

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𓁿 𝓢ims , 05 / 26 / 23 .

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[𝓐͟RCHIVIST. @sightlessed]

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by aleksandra waliszewska.

[𝓐͟RCHIVIST. @sightlessed]

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he’s lost sensation of his lips, though. it makes him unsure of how effective his plan is, now.

“is it working?” he mumbles into their skin, syllables hindered.

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[𝓐͟RCHIVIST. @sightlessed]

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should it be a reward & not another one of life’s motions? must warmth——love——succeed an exchange? a transaction?

to say they deserve this is to say they deserve a meal, or a home. redundancy always annoyed jon.

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[𝓂. 𝑘. 𝒃𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑﹐ @fogswept]

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there is a flutter of warmth in their chest at the bestowed love, a shiver delicately flittering up their spine at the notion of this earned 𝒂ffection. what would often make them 𝑠ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘 in a tidal wave of self consciousness now has them inclining like a flower …

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[𝓐͟RCHIVIST. @sightlessed]

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yet, it does feel right to bestow this after all martin has done for him. he does hold himself to a double standard. it’ll take a lifetime of reparations for him to be forgiven; yet, this doesn’t feel like an apology or payment.

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[𝓐͟RCHIVIST. @sightlessed]

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he cradles his frostbitten love in a secure embrace, serving as their foundation. his cheek nuzzles in its rightful, familiar place before lips replace it, pressing close to ice.

it seems he’s attempting to defrost him, though his skin quickly aches with numbness.

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[𝓂. 𝑘. 𝒃𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑﹐ @fogswept]

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pleasant hum, glacial residue glittering in auburn strands like diamonds. although they could never quite reach warmth——the abundance of sweaters hopelessly swathing ice kissed skin can attest to that——they still swoon at the gesture.

faintly leaning back.

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[𝓐͟RCHIVIST. @sightlessed]

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coming in from behind for a hug, wrapped in a soft blanket. he’ll keep them warm.

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[𝓂. 𝑘. 𝒃𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑜𝑜𝑑﹐ @fogswept]

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shedding a layer of frost that has accumulated on their skin.

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[Rhett’s Link Up @yazsammy]

Finding out Jon was 25 when she became head archivist 😭 she should’ve been at the club

[𝓐͟RCHIVIST. @sightlessed]

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there, his gaze drags from his charred lament, & the sight of her makes him breathe again. slow, caught in his throat, his burnt hand clasping the hardly sipped tea. he wonders what must be sinking her to him at such an hour.

"georgie?"

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[𝓐͟RCHIVIST. @sightlessed]

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@fearholding.

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[𝓐͟RCHIVIST. @sightlessed]

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the more he loses himself in the question, the heavier he feels. it seems his heart can't find its way to the surface, a mile beneath the earth as a shovel wearily persists.

when a second weight hangs itself, he believes it to be his own, until a throat clears.

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[𝓐͟RCHIVIST. @sightlessed]

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@fogswept.

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[soli @solisolsoli]

By Gustave Doré

[𝓐͟RCHIVIST. @sightlessed]

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aaaaaaaand he’s twenty feet away.

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[𝓐͟RCHIVIST. @sightlessed]

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“makes two of us. could i ask if you’re alright?”

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[𝓐͟RCHIVIST. @sightlessed]

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they’re strangely calm about this. they’re not sure if it’s due to 𝑤ℎ𝑜’𝑠 holding the blade or the familiarity of the position they’re in. regardless, they train their visage to some caution, mostly out of politeness & to give the kid some leverage.

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[‍ ‍ 𝕷𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐀. @miragewept]

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switchblade not lowered, clutched tightly to chest in furled fingers. truthfully, he could say the same about 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎——that piercing glare made him feel like 𝒉𝒆 was the one seconds from knifepoint.

“ i get that a lot. ”

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[𝓐͟RCHIVIST. @sightlessed]

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……………..

should he back away?

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[𝓐͟RCHIVIST. @sightlessed]

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why is he doing that?

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