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boundlss · 5 months ago
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“ I don't recognize myself. ” (amsel for cyran hahaaaaa)
Sometimes I really wonder if we're that different.
Cyran doesn't voice his thought aloud, instead tucking his crossed knees closer to himself so he can wrap his arm around them and rest his head, only moderately uncomfortably, on the joints. From there, he has a sideways view of Amsel next to him, expression as closed-off as ever.
Amsel doesn't mean to be unreadable, Cyran thinks. No, he's sure of it---that Amsel doesn't often put forth the effort to hide from their little group anymore. Only it happens anyway.
"I don't think that's an uncommon problem," Cyran points out, only slightly muffled by his position. He shifts his head a little, but fails to find comfort, so lifts it up again. "But I don't know you from before now, so I can't exactly comment on how different you are."
Were he a wiser person, Cyran might have something a little wiser to say about it. But the watch parties for the night have stuck Amsel with a forgetful fool who doesn't have the mind to match his. Or come anywhere close, really. By all accounts, he's a poor choice for both sympathetic response and sympathetic silence.
"For most people, 'being something' is a choice. If you didn't know." Pointing something he considers obvious out rather crassly, Cyran frowns. "Granted, it's not exactly an easy choice, I would assume. Well, I don't really know, come to think about it. It's much easier to be whatever you like when you don't really remember who you were the day before! But---"
He turns his head away abruptly, burying the lower half of his face in the crook of his elbow again.
"--- ... If you get more blood on your hands or if you don't, I think I'd rather like you either way."
four words. / accepting.
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antisatiric · 5 months ago
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i haven't been in a river in years. (also from will but theres a lot to unpack with this one)
"S'just water. Not too much to miss out on."
Twain has no lack of love for almost everything like this in the world, but the subject of rivers has always given him a distinctly unsettled feeling. The water always feels like it's seeping into every inch of his soul even though here and now, it's only lapping at his ankles. Only half of the nightmares he has about the Mississippi have to do with the act of drowning in it. It only needs to be there to scare him.
It's not the same river, but he finds it hard to enjoy rivers in general the same way he used to as a kid, when their currents were the only things that could take him away from home.
He's not really bothering to act quite as cheerful as usual---Will would see right through it anyway, like he always does. It's fitting, for a person the river brought him to. Sometimes he wonders if Will isn't just like the water, spread through every part of him in a way that makes being unknowable a distant dream.
Not that the understanding is special to Will. At least, it probably isn't. He seems to understand everyone that way---Twain used to think loving him was like thinking the sun might need him back. But he isn't that stupid, no matter how dumb he might feel in comparison. He knows a lot better now that Will only wants people to think he's alright just because he says so.
"... I don't hafta tell every story I hear to 44, y'know. And I'm not as bad at keepin' my mouth shut as you probably think." He sits down where he is, on the bank, water still reaching his ankles. Then he pats the spot next to him, an open invitation---Will doesn't even have to touch the water if he doesn't want to. "I'm just sayin'. Nobody out there better to listen to whatever anyone around might hypothetically wanna talk about."
taskmaster. / accepting.
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starwonderz · 5 months ago
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❓I want more stuff with your special little guy meechiiiiii
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meechi. AND I AM HERE TO DELIVER!! alright, so i'm going to do an easy - in plotwise first: vanitas. i don't talk about it much now, but i do have a VnC verse for Tsukasa hashed out, in which the Tenmas are vampire nobility in Altus, with Saki as a curse - bearer. they keep her illness under wraps for her safety, and Tsukasa does everything he can to keep it from getting out of hand. as a result, hearing about a 'doctor of vampires who can cure curse bearers' would ping on his radar. he'd have to cross paths with him at some point for him to make the request -- and Vanitas being Vanitas, i could see a little struggle or discomfort about being in such a warm, closeknit household of the Tenmas.
for other interactions . . . they happened briefly but dynamics with Amsel & William would be adorable. i'd love to put Tsukasa more in my friends' worlds, and this seems like the perfect excuse to do so. i think the bards who have very close, intense feelings about their families respectively is very . . . yk! but also Amsel would get a kick out of Tsukasa's weird fucking plays, like genuinely.
William is one i've mentioned before, but it's a bit tricky given their different circumstances. however, i do think there is potential for them to really interact in their hellaverse AUs for some reason -- probably because they would be in the same circles. i could also find a way to create a Yuumori AU for Tsukasa that has him crossing paths with the Moriartys, though it would have to be one for me to think on. i think giving William & Tsukasa a tutor/teacher - student dynamic is the way to go tho since Tsukasa canonically needs help academically.
this one is more based on vibes, but . . . if we can find a way to manage it, i think Tsukasa & Harmony would be fun. i also would suggest Vel, of course, but i think they would both have a hard time really engaging with each other due to their respective personalities vbdbjvdskjb. generally would be pretty hard to click in my mind, but we can work something out where they actually talk to each other, i believe.
plot potentials / @revenanthearts
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boundlss · 7 months ago
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@revenanthearts ( amsel ) / plotted starter. ( cyran azerrad kapral ).
The door swings shut behind Amsel, and for a moment Cyran doesn't really know how to approach the situation.
It had been difficult, the day before. Hard conversations had left him feeling like a raw shell of himself, and he's not entirely sure it's back to normal this morning. The unnatural feeling had only gotten worse when Amsel had offered---before anyone else had even had the chance to speak---to supply Cyran with his breakfast.
That he hadn't expected it from Amsel was a complete understatement. Is a complete understatement, as he still doesn't quite believe that Amsel really intends to offer himself up like this. Cyran had pegged him for a private person, but the attack from ...
From ... ?
The attack hadn't helped Cyran's inward notion that he would probably never end up having a taste of Amsel's blood, and since part of him still believes even now that they'd probably part ways with him after the Higher Vampire is dealt with, he had made his peace with that reality.
So now, here, he doesn't know what to do.
"... You know you don't have to," Cyran reiterates, warily, as though he thinks Amsel will change his mind at Cyran's slightest misstep. "I'm sure Zehiri or Cam would be perfectly willing. You did just have an incredibly horrible experience under the fangs of a vampire."
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boundlss · 5 months ago
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“ You choose your fate. ” (hauk for ankita)
"... Everyone chooses their fate," Ankita retorts, after a brief moment of silent hesitation. The words are bitter in a way they shouldn't be, given the person they come from---Hauk would know better than most about choice, Ankita thinks. And in any case, Ankita usually holds himself stringently to that idea of choosing.
('Usually' is acid in the cut. Ankita had only needed to feel the magic that's settled itself into his blood and bones to know it was something 'other'. It's everything he'd wanted to know, but at a cost---the knowledge doesn't feel entirely his anymore.)
"I just thought my choices alone would make me powerful enough to see it through. Or at least knowledgeable." Ankita's voice rarely breaks. It doesn't now, but it comes close, and he feels distantly bad for complaining about something so largely inconsequential to a person who has gone through things so unimaginably worse than him. "... Choice alone isn't enough. It's necessary to accrue power, or connections, or some other sort of leverage. I know I've had a difficult climb since the moment I was born, and I should be grateful to have access to both new connections and a new avenue through which I can pursue my studies. But..."
There is no incantation or practiced movement of the hand. Ankita simply pushes the feeling, acts on whim. A blue-gold glow dances between his talons, not strong enough to form a full spell. The next time Ankita speaks, it's with a strange sense of melancholy.
"... I just would have liked to have proven that I can climb on my own."
four words. / accepting.
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boundlss · 5 months ago
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“ You drive me crazy. ” (vanitas for roland this is how he expresses affection, babyyyy!)
"Hahahaha! What a wonderfully expected response from you, Vanitas!" If possible, the sharp turn of Vanitas's head away from him and the outward hostility in his tone only serve to make Roland's brightness even more potent. "As a matter of fact, you drive me a little crazy too, though I think I must mean it in a completely different way than you'd like me to believe you do!"
What else could affection be if not insanity? Even when Vanitas is not there, Roland sometimes finds himself in the position of a pining lady with her head in her hands, smiling at nothing in particular.
Sometimes he wonders when exactly it became like this---when fervent but ultimately hypocritical wishes for Vanitas to remain with him became love. Roland has always been capable of molding himself into exactly what he needs to be for his own sake and that of others around him, but he has little experience with being malleable to the whims of his own unconscious desires. Even his belief in God took conscious becoming---separate from his intent, he's slowly turned into someone who is suited to loving Vanitas.
(Deciphering Vanitas isn't always easy even despite that, but a glance at their still-conjoined hands sets Roland's heart aflame.)
"It's all right, Vanitas. There isn't any need to be embarrassed; I see exactly what you mean!"
four words. / accepting.
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boundlss · 5 months ago
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" you should see the other guy. " (Calcharo for Aalto because im still Deranged)
"Believe me, I know how it is."
Calcharo wouldn't be here if he hadn't ended up winning. Aalto has been conscious of that fact since he'd stumbled across Calcharo in the first place (though it would be a little remiss to just call it aimless stumbling---he hadn't exactly been following Calcharo, but he hadn't not been following him, either). They both lead dangerous lives, but Calcharo's fight for survival is much worse.
"Not that it means I'm letting you off easily, though," Aalto jabs cheekily, slotting himself in step beside Calcharo. "I mean, you can't just turn up back to your gang looking like you decided to tussle with a Dreadmane. Encore and I have an outpost nearby---I'll patch you up a little."
Aalto might tease anyone else a little more. Hell, he might have even teased Calcharo a little more if he wasn't planning on something as uncharacteristic as openly inviting him to one of the temporary outposts he's set up. The difference between calling Calcharo handsome and play-flirting with him when they meet for business and doing the same thing right now is unfathomable.
"Whaddya say, Calcharo? All it takes is putting up with me for a measly hour or so, and you'll get the top-notch first aid of a guy who's never had any medical training."
blood. / accepting.
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boundlss · 6 months ago
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@revenanthearts ( emiel regis rohellec terzieff-godefroy ) / continued from here.
Cahir is glad of their circumstances, too. That he'd known from the beginning that Regis was a vampire hadn't prevented him from being afraid, but in retrospect, having not known would have soured his feelings towards Regis before he could have learned to appreciate Regis for his separate traits.
"I don't blame you for your deception when it comes to that," Cahir says honestly, and earnestly. "I am also glad you never had the opportunity to lie to me, because I would have reacted badly to it. But having the understanding I do now, I would venture to say that your secrets have very little bearing on my current feelings."
As with most things Cahir says, there is very little exagerration in the expression of his sentiment. As far as encounters with monsters, Cahir was one of the lucky few to have had absolutely none firsthand, relying on legend and myth to fill his own blanks. As such, he imagines himself to be in a fine position to meet Regis where he is, regarding his vampiric nature.
It's a pleasant first experience with a Vampire. Cahir at least knows enough to understand his fortune in meeting Regis, both for that and for his own selfish enjoyment of his company.
"For my own benefit, I admit that I was happy not to be the only person broadly distrusted by our company," he admits, having the decency to sound shameful. "Even though I feared you for a short time as well, I thought it less lonely to be the only one. Although you were always closer to his good graces than I will ever manage to be."
He finds it ironic now that the two of them should have these talks. Two people that others might have reduced to monsters, understanding eachother clearly in a place where nothing else can be understood. The third remains monopolized in the comfort of Toussaint's second-warmest bed, though Cahir does not regret his absence from these nights of solace.
"... My past feelings don't have any bearing on the way things are now. I've said that I don't like to decieve, but I have never felt shame in helping you uphold your cover before the unaware people of Toussaint, and I don't intend to start."
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boundlss · 6 months ago
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⭐hey :>
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wow ... hey ... guy who got 2 bingos specifically because he needs to go to sleep at a reasonable time ... that is crazy.
mutual bingo. / eagerly accepting!
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boundlss · 4 months ago
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[ passionate ] calcharo & aalto (revenanthearts)
"Calchar---mmpf!!"
It's only a little less sudden than an attack would have been, and only a little less ferocious. Naturally, it catches Aalto completely off-guard. Long enough, anyway, for all thoughts to cease so Aalto can barely even process that he's reciprocating Calcharo's kiss. And he really, really doesn't even get to be conscious of much of that before Calcharo pulls away, expression tight and brows furrowed.
Aalto feels like his heart is beating out of his chest---every vein seems to pulsate as he fully takes in what just happened. What it means for it to have happened.
There are lines he just doesn't cross with people. Calcharo has always been the closest thing to an exception there is when it comes to that kind of love, but there had still been lines. Both of them had known that.
"Calcharo," he tries again, slower and more pronounced---and just a little breathless. The swelling of his heartbeat hasn't lessened, and the swirling of his thoughts makes Calcharo practically unreadable across from him. "I didn't get hit. I'm alright."
His mind wanders back to the battle---the falling fist of the Chasm Guardian a second away from hitting him. He'd even felt the jagged brush of the discordant flesh against his shoulder as he'd dissolved into mist. Then, inexplicable and ferocious as ever, Calcharo had been there.
Would it have been any different if it were Calcharo who'd just barely survived? Aalto finds himself disconcerted by the fact that he doesn't know the answer---that even if he wouldn't have done this, he'd have done something. He'd have crossed that same line.
(And he already misses it; Calcharo so close to him, kissing him like it's the only thing on earth he can imagine doing. In a better circumstance, Aalto doesn't startle, pulling him impossibly closer, reciprocating. In a better circumstance, he laughs and teases Calcharo afterwards for his overwhelming sense of initiative, but doesn't complain.)
(Sometimes Aalto wishes he was fully the showman he pretended to be.)
"... Let's get going. I have what I came here for." Aalto holds up the data chip, turning it once over in his hands. His eyes leave Calcharo's to look at it, but he can feel Calcharo's gaze boring into him. It would be easy to pretend it never happened, but he thinks it might just break whatever's been building between him and Calcharo.
It might just break Aalto, too.
"Come back to my hideout with me? If you've got time, we should talk."
kisses. / accepting.
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boundlss · 5 months ago
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[PINNED]: sender pins receiver against a wall (calcharo and aalto idk i hope you get me this seems like a vibe)
Aalto's eyes widen briefly in surprise at the forceful impact of the wall against his back---nevermind the fact that Calcharo was able to predict where exactly he'd materialize from the creeping mist, the fact that he'd also managed to catch him...
In a word, it's hot impressive.
"Now, Calcharo, is that any way to greet a trusted associate?" He forces his expression into a leisurely smile, tilting his head back until it, too, impacts the wall. Looking his attacker in the eyes, he delivers a wink as he continues to speak. "I guess I can't blame you for being excited to see me!"
The comment doesn't help his mind wandering, but Aalto lets it wander. He has much better self-control than most people seem to realize---a perception of his own design---and it's easy to keep his physical reactions in check. Aalto indulges, studying Calcharo's annoyed expression to his hearts' content for the few seconds in which his capture is a valid excuse for staring.
Calcharo, pinning me to the wall like he's going to tear my throat out. I'd bite him right back, though. He isn't the only one capable of being mean.
Letting out a chuckle at his own thoughts, Aalto shakes his head, reaching up to push Calcharo's hands away. They leave obligingly, which Aalto had expected in the first place---Calcharo is genuinely one of the last people he'd ever fear anything worse than a little threat from, but he knows he's one of very few outsiders afforded that privilege.
"My bad for sneaking up on you like that, but can you blame me? You looked so serious with your eyes on the horizon. And you've never noticed before."
suggestive. / accepting.
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boundlss · 4 months ago
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[ scars ] veltempest (revenanthearts)
Tempest never really expects the sort of appreciation that Vel shows to the way he looks.
He's not such a fool as to believe that Vel isn't attracted to the way he looks at all, naturally. It's only that nearly ever compliment Tempest recieves nowadays comes with the caveat of looking beautiful despite the ruined half of his face. Vel wouldn't mean it like that, but hearing is different than truly absorbing. Belief is best enforced through action.
Vel, naturally, is nothing but actionable. Tempest hadn't even made a comment in the moment about his scars, but that hadn't stopped Vel from acting on his feeling anyway.
(Not for the first time and likely not for the last, Tempest marvels at the way Vel can read him. He wonders if, even if he'd never said anything at all, Vel would somehow know and react accordingly. It shouldn't be such a mystery; after all, Vel has been transparent to him for a long while now.)
Tempest barely feels the lips against the boiled and scarred-over skin of his face, and the sensation even draws out a short chuckle---it wasn't exactly a soft kiss, but the lack of feeling means that it tickles. And the sound is all well and good, because it disguises the feeling of stinging at the corners of his eyes.
"At least do things like that where I can feel them, darling, honestly," he whines. He's only half-pretending to be bothered, though he'd meant to pretend just a little more. "It just tickles when you touch there."
kisses. / accepting ( @revenanthearts ).
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boundlss · 4 months ago
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[ stolen ] rorveth lol
Roche only gets about a second of the relief that should come when he knows he and Iorveth are in the clear.
He'd already been in a good mood before even being certain of their safety; the operation had progressed unusually smoothly. Roche had actually been fairly certain no one knew either of them were there at all. The air of triumph, he'd thought, had been infectious.
It must be infectious. Because there's no other explanation for Iorveth's actions, in the back-alleys just far enough away from the grounds of the city estate not to look suspicious.
Iorveth kisses him.
It's so damned unbelievable that Roche doesn't actually process that it's happening until he's already stopped, and by that point he can only gape at Iorveth like he's trying to catch flies. Only for a moment, though---let it never be said that Roche isn't adaptable. His mouth snaps shut and brows furrow, though he doesn't quite manage the indignation that he'd been expecting from himself.
It was only a matter of time, some difficult part of his mind supplies. He tells it to piss off. Before Roche can demand an explanation, though, Iorveth mutters a quick goodbye. And the whoreson leaves.
(He's lucky Roche has the sense not to call out for or chase after him. He won't be so lucky the next time they meet.)
kisses. / accepting.
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boundlss · 4 months ago
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[ scars ] // iorveth & cahir
It's rare to lay so quietly in the stolen spaces they temporarily call home. There is always so much to do and even more risk should they be caught doing it, Cahir sometimes feels as though they never will stop moving until suddenly they do, and suddenly he's absent of everything that is familiar about this life he's chosen for himself.
No, not everything. He lays with Iorveth, after all, who is more familiar to him now than anything else could ever be. More so now that he lays so exposed---in his face, not his body, though privately Cahir would not complain if the latter were also true.
He shifts slightly, lifting his head to look at Iorveth. The marred skin that greets him is as familiar as the rest of them; Cahir can recall many times before that he has traced the lines of that scar with the pads of his fingers.
(He's allowed Iorveth to do the same, of course, to the deep cuts he suffered at Stygga castle. He can feel those touches even now.)
Stirred by some gentle impulse, Cahir shifts slightly more, finding leverage from the weight of his arm so he can more easily lean down to press a light, small kiss to the corner of what was once Iorveth's right eye.
Then he lays down again, slotting himself back where he fits perfectly against Iorveth. Just for now, everything is alright.
kisses. / accepting.
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boundlss · 4 months ago
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[ reunion ] // regis & cahir
Regis is barely inside Corvo Bianco before Cahir feels a tugging at his heart that draws him back towards his companion.
Seeing him at all feels somehow unreal, as though Cahir could wake any moment and be in his bed, victim to the fantasies of his dormant state. The only thing keeping Cahir from believing this may be a dream is that they are not often so pleasant. Regis's presence dredges a positive feeling from him that Cahir's dreams have lacked for a long, long while.
Is it so selfish to want more?
The thought is an echo from the past. Cahir remembers their time in Toussaint as clearly as he ever has. The moments he spent with Regis were always his most treasured, though he had resented his own desires for getting in the way.
It had been easy to fall in love with Regis. Cahir had never once shocked himself with the depths of his own feelings. Not when he'd privately wished to follow Regis back, or to invite Regis to follow him, after their nightly outings. Not when he'd caught himself behaving much like the girls he disliked following him, desperate for even another second to continue to win Regis's attention and grace.
He'd even thought Regis might have wanted him too. They'd said such weighted things to eachother in the week before departing Toussaint, and Cahir's most prominent regret regarding Regis had been that he'd shied away, that last night, and never worked up the nerve to ...
"I apologize," Cahir says, cutting off his own train of thought with a quiet sense of determination. "I-If you will allow me this one thing..."
He reaches out slowly, as though offering Regis a chance to back away. Regis doesn't. Somewhat startled by this alone, Cahir takes a step forward so as to properly hold Regis's face. He isn't free of hesitation even now, but he steels himself before he can flee like the last time he'd had the mind to do something like this.
Then he kisses Regis. A swift, gentle press of lips against lips that tries to communicate every relief Cahir feels with such limited time allowed.
kisses. / accepting.
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boundlss · 4 months ago
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[ knuckles ] amsel & cyran AGAIN (revenanthearts)
Amsel's hand dwarfs his. It should be an ovbious conclusion, given the difference in general size between the two of them, but Cyran has really only paid attention to the difference now that Amsel is holding his hand. Now that he has the time and luxury to be paying that much attention.
When he moves it the short distance it needs to go to reach his lips, he's gentle. Impossibly gentle, and some part of Cyran wants to cry out, wrench his hand away from Amsel's grip in some mixture of fear and anger. Wants to ask Amsel why he even dares to treat Cyran that way.
He doesn't. In fact, Cyran remains completely still, though pliable to any of Amsel's machinations. His eyes sting in places he thinks tears would fall, were he capable of producing any. He can't even look away as Amsel, reverant, presses a kiss to the bare skin of Cyran's knuckles, which themselves are ridden with imperfection.
Just today, he'd beat someone's face in with those same hands. The day before, he'd bashed someone's head against the wall with them, feral and unrestrained with want for bloodshed. Amsel holds them---kisses them---as if they're delicate. As if they're some fine porcelain that needs special handling.
They just might be, under Amsel's care. Cyran knows he can feel them trembling.
kisses. / accepting ( @revenanthearts ).
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