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“𝑤orthless? i beg to differ. anything from the hands of 𝑠an isn't worthless. so, rest assured that this pendant will be treasured—— and it shall never leave my person, never will it broken.” uttered with utmost sincerity, heart—borne akin to when he performs an opus.
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bright relief shines on anxious features upon the deity's approval . what more does a wraith such as him need than his god's acceptance ? " it is rather worthless . my craftsmanship is subpar . "
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relief suffuses through and washes away the deity's worrisome state upon the reassurance of prioritized safety ﹙𝒉𝒊𝒔 safety﹚. no matter if 𝑠an is one of the most infamous 𝑤raiths of the three realms. 𝒉𝒆 has been a ... 𝑐ompanion that broke the perpetual cycle of
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eun san does not flinch as the sentient silk brushes against his cheek . instead , a genuine , low chuckle vibrates in his chest . he knows exactly why the spiritual relic does not repel him ; it instinctively recognises that every
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remain bound by flesh. the eerie hush masks their strides which were almost settling like dust. every single step harbored the intent to bless peace and the settlement of the cursed soul. chamber to chamber they surveyed, each one abundant with vile malice. especially this
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doe—eyed, blinks——... blinks. in a fleeting moment, said sacred flute was conjured upon palms before retrieving the pendant. with lithe digits did he lace its string, admiring, then, the fine adornment—— gaeity beaming from aureat hues. “i love it. it gave my flute so much
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“there is no need for apologies, 𝑠an. i loved every second of it. i do appreciate that you had me in your thoughts as you prepared for it..,” can't ignore the fact, too, of the unfathomable churning of his 𝑠acred heart. “this very moment is the crowning jewel of my day ~”
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as the melody fades away , an almost bashful glance settles upon the deity , trying to gauge his response . " apologies for the deception—— i wanted to surprise you with something special seeing as you once told me you liked my voice . "
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