ᅠ𓃠ᅠ𝑺𝙴͟𝙲͟𝚁͟𝙴͟𝚃͟ 𝓫𝙴͟𝙽͟𝙴͟𝙰͟𝚃͟𝙷͟ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ𝓽𝙷͟𝙴͟ 𝒔𝙰͟𝙽͟𝙳͟ᅠ.

•✧• 𝖮 𝖳𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌...

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  ،̲،̲ 𝑰lluga && 𝑭lins spam on my TL.
what a blessing 🙂‍↕️

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x.com/_mmmairon_/s...

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  ،̲،̲ 𝑫romi is just feeding my obsession with 𝑫iluc, 𝑰 can't 😭

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He was only fourteen....

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  ،̲،̲ 𝑰 was sucked back into that too now. thank you, another fictional pair to cry for FSFSFS

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  ،̲،̲ agreed, 𝑰 hate this weather, 𝑰 hate snow and 𝑰 hate cold.

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  ،̲،̲ * ( wraps blanket around you ) don't worry about these now, focus on getting better. maybe eat something sweet 𖤠

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𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴...
— 𝑹𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒓

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  she hasn't played TCG for years, it was nice source to gain mora.

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  . . . amateurs .

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ᅠ“ 𝒂t least for one evening be yourself for yourself, not others. ”

she suddenly let out chuckle, shaking her head, as she pulled away.

“ my, my, look at me — 𝑰 might have studied harder and become doctor of troubled souls. ”

she leaned onto the sofa, eating the grape.

ᅠ“ you do your part well, let others do the rest. you can't be everywhere and save everyone. it's impossible. ”

she shared some harsh truth but maybe he needed it.

“ you don't have to be darknight hero everywhere you go. ”

she sounded nonchalant, but it was what she felt. +

ᅠ𝒔he took one date, slowly eating it before her clawed hands found their way to his shoulders. leaning in, she muttered, as if someone was eardropping.

“ 𝓞wl. the news about me losing sight troubled you this bad — 𖤠 ”

of course she had to tease him a little. +

ᅠ𝓝efer was making herself comfortable, fully focused on his words. her gaze remained fixated on his eyes, time to time dropping to his lips, as he spoke. typical triangle tactic, who knows, maybe it really worked on him that 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 time. she crossed her legs, slowly waving heeled feet back and forth +

° 「 Childe | Tartaglia 」 °
If it makes me stronger, I'll take it.
Vision? Great. Delusion? Don't mind if I do.

𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘣𝘺𝘴𝘴? 𝙎𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙪𝙥.

° ───────↬❦↫─────── °
↠ Indie Canon/AU Portrayal
↠ Further Info in Thread
↠ One of the many #GhostsOfJohn

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  ،̲،̲ ooo you found it before 𝑰 managed to do it FSFSFS 🥹

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  ،̲،̲ 𝑰'll be staying overtime at work today so replies will be waaaay later than usual.

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  ،̲،̲ me me me me me ! unsure if 𝑰 lost our nefer and flins, but yeah it'd be nice to write them more 🥹👐

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ᅠ𝓝efer tidied herself and raised from the couch, as she moved to the kitchen, leaving scent of her perfumes behind. she was shortly back, bringing grapes, dates and almonds.

“ you seem troubled, 𝑶wl. where did the spark in your eyes go — 𖤠 ”

she asked, toying date in her claws before eating it.

ᅠ𝒕aking a chance of him being occupied by the feline, her body slightly pushed to his side, head resting on his shoulder.

“ tired — 𖤠 maybe you try to tell me 𝑰'm getting old as well — 𖤠 ”

she teased, letting out deep breath. it felt good, but also forbidden to be this close. +

ᅠ𝒉er clawed hand grasped the glass of wine, swirling it before taking a sip. she was paranoid, obsessive about unknown substances in her drinks. she smirked to herself, placing glass down.

“ 𝑰t felt like ages since 𝑰 got to hear your voice. you sound more stern on paper. ” +

ᅠ𝓐shru seemed to have soft spot for 𝓝efer's informator. given a chance she nuzzled herself to him, letting his gloved hands massage her back. she purred so sweetly and innocently, feeling pure joy without hiding anything. 𝓝efer could learn from her a lot in that matter. +

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  ،̲،̲ oh my, they all sound like people that would like to be bothered by my muses, but for now 𝑰 can offer sir 𝓚amisato to murderous fox .ᐟ

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ᅠ𝓝efer kept hands on her thighs, emerald hues travelled across his desk once again, as if she tried to read or catch a glimpse of any details there.

“ 𝑰'd like to send some scholars to 𝓕ontaine, so they can learn about that technology. 𝑰 can pay well for that. ”

ᅠ𝓝efer rarely followed someone's advice, but in that matter she trusted 𝓕lins more than her own guts. taking steps close to him, her gaze looked straight, remaining focused on the non-existing endpoint.

“ 𝑰 expected him to be more serious, at least my informator posed him like that. ”

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  ،̲،̲ finished work && it's already hella dark outside. 𝑰 hate this weather, 𝑰 need sun or snow at least .ᐟ

anyway working on replies now ✨

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