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[y-unrei]

ᵐʸ ᵍⁱʳˡᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᵍᵉᵗˢ ˢᵒ ᵈᵉᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ˢʰᵉ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ˢʰᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵈʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ

ᵐʸ ᵍⁱʳˡᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉˢ ᵃ ᵐᵉˢˢ ˢʰᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᶜˡᵉᵃⁿ ᵇᵘᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗˢ

ᵐʸ ᵍⁱʳˡᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗ ʰᵒᵐᵉ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵒᵛⁱᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗᵛ ᵒʳ ᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʰᵒⁿᵉ

ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᴵ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵍᵒᵗ ⁿᵒʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒ ᵇᵘᵗ ⁿᵒᵇᵒᵈʸ'ˢ ᵖᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ⁿᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ

ᵐʸ ᵍⁱʳˡᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ⁱˢ ˢᵒ ᵘⁿⁱᵐᵖʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᴵ ˢᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵉᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ

ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵃʸ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᴵ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵇⁱᵍ ᵐⁱˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵘʸ ʰᵉʳ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳˢ ʲᵘˢᵗ ⁱⁿ ᶜᵃˢᵉ

ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ ⁱᵗ ʷʰᵉⁿ ˢʰᵉ ᵍᵒᵉˢ ᵒᵘᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵈʳᵒᵖ ʰᵉʳ ᵒᶠᶠ ᵈʳᵘⁿᵏ

ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʰᵉʳ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᵈ ˢʰᵉ ˢᵃʸˢ ⁱ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᴵ ᵏⁱˢˢ ʰᵉʳ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ

ᴵ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ʷʰᵉⁿ ʷᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ʰⁱᵍʰ ˢᶜʰᵒᵒˡ ᴵ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ʰᵉʳ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃⁿᶜᵉ ʷᵉ ˢⁿᵘᶜᵏ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵉᵃᶜʰᵉʳˢ

[haobae]

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   ⎯⎯͟͟♥︎̼̻    🍏    ✧

ㅤ┈֯⠀ ͚֯     ㅤ 🍀 𔓘 ͚𝆬

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[sugar-miss1]

Aww ! 🥰

They are so Cute ! 🥰

🌼☆ ＊ ¸* . ˖ ✦マイメロディ★夢野歌☆ ＊ ¸* . ˖ ✦🌼

🌼☆ ＊ ¸* . ˖ ✦art by miyasaka miyu☆ ＊ ¸* . ˖ ✦🌼

🌼☆ ＊ ¸* . ˖ ✦マイメロディ★夢野歌☆ ＊ ¸* . ˖ ✦🌼

[rottenfyre]

⸻ ʟ ᴏ ᴠ ᴇ ᴍ ᴇ ⸻

Pairing: Dark Aegon I Targaryen x Fem Reader

Summary: Aegon spends his life desperately trying to win the love of his sister. And yet he's never enough.

Warning: Non-Con (rape), targcest, physical violence, murder, obsessive and delusional behavior, child loss/grief.

Notes: English is not my first language. Art belong to Denis Maznev. Hope you enjoy!

She was always there.

From his earliest memories, her face is etched in his mind like a cold, pale moon. She never smiled, never laughed. Never cried. Just looked. Always watching, always silent. Even as children, while Rhaenys played with him, she was a shadow in the background. A constant presence that gnawed at him, her cold eyes watching him with that empty gaze. It was as if nothing could move her, nothing could please her. But he tried. Gods, how he tried.

He was barely seven, still small but proud of the sword his father had given him. He had trained for hours, his arms aching, his legs sore, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to show her. He wanted her to see him—really see him—for once.

He had run to her, his little chest puffed out with pride, holding his wooden practice sword like it was Blackfyre itself. "Look! Look what I can do!" he had said, his voice bright with excitement. He swung the sword in wide arcs, spinning and thrusting as best as his small body could manage. "Did you see that? I’m going to be a great warrior! You’ll see!"

But she just stood there. Watching. Her face expressionless, her eyes cold, as if she hadn’t seen anything at all. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t even blink. It was like he wasn’t there, like his efforts were meaningless.

He had felt something tighten in his chest then, a feeling he didn’t understand. A hollow ache that made his hands shake as he gripped the sword tighter. He tried again, swinging harder, faster. "Are you watching?!" he had shouted, frustration leaking into his voice.

But she didn’t move. Didn’t smile. Didn’t say anything.

She never did.

And that’s how it always was. Every time he tried, every time he showed her something—his victories in the yard, his skills in battle—she just watched. Her cold eyes always on him but never giving him what he craved. Never giving him anything.

But then, that day came. The day that broke something inside him.

He remembers the sound first. The sound of her laughing. It was so foreign, so unexpected that he almost didn’t believe it at first. He had stopped in his tracks, heart racing, the sound of her laughter echoing in his ears like the sweetest music he’d ever heard. For a moment, just a moment, he thought it was meant for him. Finally, he thought, she was laughing. She was happy. Maybe, just maybe, he had done something to make her feel.

But then he saw it.

She wasn’t laughing with him. She wasn’t laughing for him.

She was laughing with a man. Some nobody. A fool. A good-for-nothing who could never even begin to understand her, let alone deserve her. And yet, there she was, her eyes shining, her lips curved into a smile—something Aegon had never seen in all his life. She was radiant, her laughter like music, but it wasn’t for him.

The rage came fast, burning through his veins like fire. How dare this man, this insignificant speck, be the one to bring her joy? How dare she smile for him, laugh for him, when she had never once given Aegon anything but that cold, dead stare? He could hardly see through the fury as he drew his sword, his heart pounding in his ears, and with one swift strike, he cut the man’s head clean off.

The blood sprayed across the floor as the man's body crumpled to the ground, lifeless, useless. And Aegon, triumphant, stood there holding the severed head, his heart racing with the thought that maybe now—now—she would see how much he loved her.

He brought the head to her, a smile tugging at his lips, presenting it like a gift, like an offering to a goddess.

But then, for the first time, he saw her cry.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, silent, like everything else about her. She didn’t wail or scream, just wept, her cold, distant eyes filled with sorrow. But not for him. Never for him. The realization hit him like a dagger to the chest. She wasn’t crying for him. She was mourning the other man, that worthless fool.

Could she not see? Could she not understand what he had done? He had killed for her. For her. To prove his love. Why couldn’t she see that?

It was worse now. So much worse.

He stands in the room, their child’s room, staring at the small bed where their son had once slept. His heart is heavy, his chest tight with grief that he can’t seem to swallow. Tears burn in his eyes, but he doesn’t care. Their child is dead. Gone. And he can barely breathe from the weight of it.

But when he looks at her, she’s standing by the window, her back to him, staring out into the night as if nothing had happened. As if their son wasn’t lying cold and still in the crypts below.

She doesn’t cry. She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t even move.

His son, their child, lay lifeless, and yet...she didn’t care. She couldn’t care. The realization gnawed at him, twisting in his chest like a knife. If it had been another man’s child, would she be mourning now? Would she cry for that child, like she had cried for that worthless fool?

"Do you...do you not care?" His voice cracks, the words barely a whisper. He feels like he’s choking on the silence. "He was our child. Our son." His hands tremble, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Why… why?"

She doesn’t answer. Of course, she doesn’t.

She never answers.

The hollow ache that had plagued him since childhood is back, sharper than ever. He stares at her, at her still, cold form, and something inside him snaps. He can feel it, like a tether breaking, a dam bursting inside his mind.

"Why?" he growls, his voice low, trembling with fury. "Why can’t you love me? Is it really so hard?!" He steps toward her, fists clenched, his heart hammering in his chest. "I’ve done everything for you. Everything!"

His hands shake as he grabs her by the shoulders, spinning her around to face him. She looks at him with that same blank, emotionless expression, her eyes cold and distant, as if she’s not even here. As if she’s not even alive.

"I killed for you!" His voice is rising, desperate, wild. "I’ve fought for you, bled for you! I’ve done everything you could ever want, but you—" He pauses, his breath coming in harsh gasps as a dark, twisted thought coils in his mind. "Is this because of him? Because I killed that servant? Did you really think he could love you more than I do? That he deserved you? Him?"

His grip tightens, fingers digging into her flesh. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, the rage coursing through his veins. "I am the one who loves you. I’m the one who’s always loved you!"

She doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t react. Just stares at him with those empty, cold eyes.

The silence is unbearable. It breaks him.

With a roar, he grabs her dress, tearing at the fabric, ripping it apart in his hands. He’s rough, vicious, his fingers leaving bruises on her pale skin as he forces himself onto her.

She doesn’t fight back. Doesn’t scream. She just lies there, blank, her body cold and still beneath his. The more she doesn’t react, the harder he thrusts, the rougher he becomes, as if he can force her to feel something—anything. He can feel the blood, can see the bruises forming on her skin, but she just keeps staring at him, those empty eyes boring into him, cold and unfeeling.

But it didn’t matter.

She will love me. She will.

"You will love me," he growls, his voice low and savage, each thrust more brutal than the last. "You will love me. You’ll see. I’ll make you."

But she doesn’t change. She never changes.

Even as her body bleeds, even as he takes her in the most violent, twisted way, she just looks at him with that same cold, distant stare. As if he’s nothing. As if nothing will ever be enough.

Her eyes stayed cold.

Her eyes stayed empty.

And still, he kept going.

@ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴꜰʏʀᴇ 2024. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴏʀ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʙꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ

[mafleur]

TRACKLIST.

진.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝟨곡, ⠀⠀ 𝟣𝟨𝗆𝗂𝗇𝟧𝟢𝗌.

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗈𝖽𝗂𝖼 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆, 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗎𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗍. 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝟣𝟧, 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦.

♡.⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀⠀⠀⠀⠀오⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽⠀⠀⠀⠀아기.

진:⠀난⠀변하지⠀않아⠀𝗂’𝗅𝗅⠀𝖻𝖾⠀𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾⠀𝖿𝗈𝗋⠀𝗒𝗈𝗎.

우리⠀⠀⠀⠀안에⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾r⠀⠀⠀⠀𝗅𝖾𝗏𝖾.

길⁴,⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀⠀⠀⠀⠀(...)⠀⠀⠀⠀아 ♡.

𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍⠀⠀⠀♡︎⠀⠀⠀𝗂𝗇⠀⠀⠀𝗍𝗁𝖾⠀⠀⠀𝗐𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗐.

𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄⠀𝟢𝟨:⠀𝗂⠀𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅⠀𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾⠀𝗍𝗈⠀𝗒𝗈𝗎.

BONUS.

( 𝗌. ) ㅤ𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒.ㅤㅤ 𝅘𝅥𝅮ㅤㅤ 𝄒ㅤㅤ𝗃𝗂𝗇.

𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒,⠀⠀⠀𝐯𝐢.⠀⠀⠀♥︎ㅤㅤ 𝀈ㅤㅤ𝖺𝗋𝗍.

♥︎ 진 · 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒, ⠀ 𝟣𝟨𝗆𝗂𝗇𝟧𝟢𝗌.

𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒.⠀⠀⠀𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗃𝗂𝗇ㅤㅤ ♡⠀⠀⠀𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 ㅤ𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 #𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒ㅤ ‧‿‧

𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒⠀(𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺)⠀𝖺𝗋𝗍.⠀𝗄𝗂𝗆⠀𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗃𝗂𝗇.

[tulipanegraa]

which game .ᐣ.ᐟ ꩜ ྀི ☘︎｡

[halliebk]

" sí, pero no quita el dolor del todo. cuando camino por ejemplo. " " ¿quién no? nada de esto tiene sentido. es de esas cosas que crees que nunca te pasaran a ti. " se le quedó viendo interesada, esperando a que continuara. " es normal, pero no tiene caso darle vuelta a las cosas. supongo que lo mejor es mantenerse anclado al aquí y ahora, en vez de preocuparse por algo que ya ni existe, y el mañana es incierto. " ya no tenían que preocuparse por armar un futuro o lamentar el pasado, tenían que sobrevivir e intentar disfrutar de lo que quede de este mundo. " no, mi familia vive en corea, no tengo a nadie aquí. " llevó su mano al collar que le había regalado su madre antes de viajar a america, agradecía no quitárselo casi nunca. enfocó la vista y la arrancó de la nada para fijarla en él. " ¿tú? "

— ¿Te han dado medicación? —Quiere saber. Comentario siguiente lo hace querer encoger un hombro, pero la acción es dolorosa en su comienzo, así que desiste. En cambio, contesta con la voz seca: —Supongo que a la cordura la perdí. —Aunque nunca la ha tenido muy agarrada del pescuezo, si es honesto. Lo cierto es que no sabe bien qué decir, la culpa de haber huido de su familia y de su casa con la excusa de haber terminado la tesis comienza a perseguirlo. A lo mejor sea tarde para algo más. —También estoy dándole vuelta a las cosas—responde, humedeciéndose los labios. La observa con más atención, la vio antes, cuando todo esto estalló—... da igual, estoy fumando así que no me importa ahora. —Se pregunta si contraria es de las que soportan la conversación trivial o profunda, la conversación en sí, porque a Gael Renfrow suele dársele terriblemente. — ¿Tienes familia aquí o estás sola?

[docces]

⠀ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ"⠀⠀herㅤㅤ̤ ⠀go͡rge𝗈︩︪us⠀⠀ ❀ᮬ⠀ ⠀fallen⠀⠀"

ㅤㅤ▒ ❀ ̭͡⠀ Diorama Dim, (1981) 人月

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ꞌꞋ ࣪ _ (9 calls, all about you) ✿ .

ㅤㅤㅤೃ❀࿔ looking high upon bright sides with you ₊   ˙

[syndrmes]

⠀⠀ ♪ •̩̩͙*˚ ✿𝆬 soft teacher bios ━╋ 🫖 ♩

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𝓢tudy well! ⌨️🐶 𐙚 𓂃 ࣪ ໒꒰ྀི ´͈ ᵕ  `͈ ꒱ྀི১ ᶻ 𝘇

𓍯𓂃ㅤ⠀𝓗ey ℘rofessor ..,ᄏᄏᩚ ☁️🍓

🔠 ➜ 𝒮mart girl ��� ˚. ᵎᵎ. 🥼 𓂂 𓏴 ཾ

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[y-unrei]

ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡᵉ ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳ ʰᵒʷ ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ˢᵒ ʰⁱᵍʰ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈⁱᵐᵒⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ

ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡᵉ ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳ ʰᵒʷ ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ˢᵒ ʰⁱᵍʰ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈⁱᵐᵒⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ

ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡᵉ ᵗʷⁱⁿ��ˡᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳ ʰᵒʷ ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ˢᵒ ʰⁱᵍʰ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈⁱᵐᵒⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ

ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡᵉ ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳ ʰᵒʷ ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ˢᵒ ʰⁱᵍʰ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈⁱᵐᵒⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ

ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡᵉ ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳ ʰᵒʷ ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ˢᵒ ʰⁱᵍʰ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈⁱᵐᵒⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ

ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡᵉ ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳ ʰᵒʷ ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ˢᵒ ʰⁱᵍʰ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈⁱᵐᵒⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ

ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡᵉ ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳ ʰᵒʷ ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ˢᵒ ʰⁱᵍʰ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈⁱᵐᵒⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ

ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡᵉ ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳ ʰᵒʷ ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ˢᵒ ʰⁱᵍʰ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈⁱᵐᵒⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ

ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡᵉ ᵗʷⁱⁿᵏˡᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳ ʰᵒʷ ᴵ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ˢᵒ ʰⁱᵍʰ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵈⁱᵐᵒⁿᵈ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵏʸ

[halliebk]

encogió un solo hombro, y chasqueó la lengua, agitando una mano en el aire. " ¿qué puedo decir? el azúcar calma mis nervios. " y no pensaba darle, lo que pensaba comer estos días, era generosa pero no como para regalar su comida en momento de escases. se había encontrado bien escondida una lata de frutillas en conserva, y tomó una lata de sopa de esparrago, le angustiaba saber que, tal vez, nunca iba a volver a probar su comida favorita. " wow... se supone que beneficiarme de ti, pero me están dando ganas de compartirte mis cosas. " le mostró la canasta que llevaba colgando, la había llenado hasta la mitad de artículos personales y comida. le entregó la lata de coca-cola, que estaba helada solo por la temperatura ambiente. " es un trato. "

observa la lata con un gesto divertido. ' ¿paletas de corazón y coca-cola? no esperaba encontrar algo así hoy ' sonríe ligeramente, dejando que el humo se disuelva en el aire en lo que tono irónico llena espacios de la charla. con todo el supermercado a su disposición, sólo podía intentar buscar cosas que le sirvieran para defenderse en el desconocido camino a greenville. ' creo que mi mejor oferta sería una linterna que apenas funciona y un par de latas de frijoles. no sé si eso esté a la altura de tus lujos ' mira a hallie con curiosidad, como si estuviera midiendo el valor de su oferta. ' puedo acompañarte a buscar mantas a la boutique, en todo caso — por el módico precio de la coca '.

[pe-arls]

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐧ㅤㅤㅤ𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 ㅤㅤofㅤ theㅤ sea

왕ㅤ❟ㅤㅤ🪼ㅤㅤ♡ㅤ seas ㅤandㅤ rivers ㅤ..ㅤ포세이돈

withㅤ the ㅤ문장 ㅤofㅤ 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ㅤ🐚ㅤㅤ✿ㅤㅤtheㅤ seas ㅤandㅤ rivers,ㅤ Iㅤ retired

🗺ㅤㅤ( 포세이돈 )ㅤㅤ♡ㅤㅤInㅤ 𝑚𝑦ㅤ reignㅤ I ㅤruledㅤ theㅤ seasㅤ andㅤ 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱ㅤㅤ[ㅤ 균형ㅤ]

ㅤㅤ𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐢́𝐨 ㅤㅤwineㅤㅤ king

술 취함 ㅤㅤo( 𝑓. ) ㅤㅤred ㅤㅤwineㅤㅤ﹫dionisíoㅤㅤ＼ㅤㅤ🍷

☆ㅤㅤㅤmy ㅤꓺ ㅤ술 취함 ㅤisㅤ for ㅤjoy⏤and ㅤ𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀

𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐮𝐬,ㅤ godㅤㅤ🫗ㅤㅤ❟ㅤㅤ ofㅤ wineㅤ and ㆍ술 취함 , ㅤwhoㅤ hasㅤ you?

[lachatalovematcha]

₊˚🎀🌈‧ ︵‿ ꒰ ⏝ ୨ 🎀🌈 ୧ ⏝ ꒱ ‿︵ ‧˚₊ 🧇🎀🌈₊˚‧

🎀🌈🥕おねがいマイメロディ🎀🌈🥕

₊˚🎀🌈‧ ︵‿ ꒰ ⏝ ୨ 🎀🌈 ୧ ⏝ ꒱ ‿︵ ‧˚₊ 🧇🎀🌈₊˚‧

[halliebk]

" ayudar a una persona herida a recoger su comida, ¿es una expectativa baja para ti? mm... no lo sé, deberías reconsiderarlo. a mi personalmente me encantaría que alguien lo hiciera por mi si lo necesitara. " encoge los hombros y pone una mano en su pecho para enfatizar lo conmovida que se sentiría con el gesto, aunque la sonrisa divertida en sus labios probaba que le seguía el juego en el sarcasmo. " un cómplice caballeroso. al fin la vida me sonríe de nuevo. " exagera, tornando hacia el cielo su mano libre al igual que su mirada, como si agradeciera. en seguida, baja su vista a la herida de su pierna, con una venda que le rodea la pierna. " ah... sí. tengo que cambiar el vendaje. me vendría bien la ayuda. y... tampoco soy experta pero podría devolverte el favor. " le entregó la canasta y camino a su lado. " ¿ya pasaste a la farmacia? "

' no quiero dudar de tu palabra, pero decir que te encantaría recoger estas latas es... una expectativa demasiado baja ' dice con cierta seriedad que, en realidad, buscaba ser sarcástica. sonríe eventualmente ante la escena, agradeciendo silenciosamente con un asentimiento de cabeza. ' si me permites llevar las cosas en tu canasta, entonces tendré que ser un buen cómplice ' juega, después de todo, el humor era todo lo que había para no caer en un espiral de locura. con cuidado, echa un par de cosas que había encontrado en higiene personal, donde únicamente faltó su jabón, pero qué va, aún tenía en el refugio. ' oye, tu pierna tampoco se ve nada bien, ¿quieres revisarla? no soy un experto, pero — podría ayudarte cambiando el vendaje o algo así. ' invita, ofreciéndose también a llevar la canasta que, gracias a él, ahora estaba más pesada.

[dakorai]

⠀⠀ㅤ̸̲⠀⠀ㅤㅤ𔕳꯭𐇽ㅤ⠀⠀ㅤּㅤ⠀▉▉▉⠀⠀⠀ㅤׂ𝜚̸᪶ㅤㅤㅤ𝅽꙳ㅤㅤ⠀⠀𔖱⠀ㅤㅤ🫁⃞꯭𝆝̸ㅤ

[docces]

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ•̛)ྀ◞ 1999 ৢ Father, tell Me if you can

ㅤㅤ　ㅤㅤ⠀ ͚֯ ི Please let Me bring Him ့ ◌๋ ▒ ˚

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