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——⠀❪ ∞ ❫⠀𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔶
✸ ———— ⛤ ———— ✸
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reality is 𝔪y frag𝔪ented construct
in which i rule all in 𝔪y possession
for 𝗜͟𝗡͟𝗙͟𝗜͟𝗡͟𝗜͟𝗧͟𝗬͟ is 𝔪ine , &&
THE WORLD BELONGS TO ME .ᐟ
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much for Harlequin to recover from that slothful, tiresome state. Parting with that plush, oh-so-comforting pillow, his very existence shifts into a more… appropriate one.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ Wh-Whatever do you mean, Diane? ❞
Despite this “calm and cool” stature… he is drained.
The sleepiness that riddles his body has also dulled his senses. Failing to hear, nor sense, the presence of the envy-branded giantess. Her laughter, however cloud-like and heavenly, was enough to reel him into a sense of awareness.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ Oh! — ❞
It doesn’t take
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The Giantess stifled a laugh as the Fairy King aimlessly and groggily float about. Fingers caressing her pig-tailed locks —— a softened expression on her face.
“ Not enough sleep, King? You look tired. ”
He’s been awake for a while now — yet exhaustion has kept him hostage. So, instead of greeting the world with excitement… he drifts aimlessly above, eyes struggling to remain open.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ Mmn… Morning… ❞