when he first learned to fight, he twisted and pulled his body into a dance of infliction and muscle aches. but this doesn't feel like dancing anymore.
“ 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 , ” he urged between urgent breaths. “ break me from jail any time you want. i will never reject a chance to escape the shackles. ” his eyes reverted back to the sky for single moments only to return to ␥
beauty , he found himself agreeing , but under different circumstances. the shackles of her pulled , and he risked the pain of metal upon his skin. “ 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 , ” the stinging of his fingers brushed against the skin of ␥
another. instead , between the touch of his lips , he gave her the only thing he knew how. “ thank you , no one has ever ... this is beautiful. you're beautiful. thank you for this. ”
for the first time in a long time , there were no words to leave his mouth. anything that could have been stated would have somehow felt unworthy; a dipping of pen into an ink that did not deserve the paper before it. from the ␥
lost in a lifetime together. the truth was , he had cared for her far too much that the feeling of losing her was the worst thing he could imagine. cregan had already lost so many people he loved ; he was not ready to sacrifice ␥
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𓍝 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐲 was the only real friend he had growing up. as the only son of rickon stark ——— cregan was expected to go on to great things in his life. his life was defined by expectations that he never knew ␥
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