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My Sephy! ❤️
@.knifewife: I love you both so much!!! This is so sweet!!!!! AND THE ROSE. IT MATCHES YOUR JUMPER. @.knifewife: Sweater? @.knifewife: Is that actually just a shirt? I don't know. It matches. IT MATCHES. Romance!
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Summer so far.
@.knifewife: Beautiful! Everyone is so beautiful!
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@.knifewife: Goose, lovely! I'm so happy for you.
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Took the campers to the rink today and everyone was reeeeeeal starry-eyed over number 11. (Also Dad, if you see me on the ice again, no you don’t.)
@.knifewife: I love this! Mac texted me today to tell me you wiped the floor with him! Look at my boys go!
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Best time of the year is here!!!!! Let’s go!!!!!
@.knifewife: SO jealous! I bet it's so much fun!
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@.knifewife: TELL ME MORE?
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@.knifewife: Are they eating properly? Are you?
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@.knifewife: Total cuties!
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@.knifewife: Wholly unfair, actually!
@asspeenlol: Don't pout, Amira! Wanna give me another concussion to help you feel better?
@.knifewife: No! But I might lick you.
@.knifewife: KICK
@.knifewife: I’m currently watching Ripley laugh so hard there are tears in her eyes, which is the only real victory here.
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@.knifewife: Wholly unfair, actually!
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Tofu is spayed, house-trained, cuddly, insanely lovely and in need of a good home. Her previous owners moved overseas and I want her to find a new forever family. Give me a message if you’re interested!
@.knifewife: Omg, sweet baby! I hope you find this cutie a home soon!
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@.knifewife: We need to find you a less conspicuous distraction technique, love! Hike soon?
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@.knifewife: I didn’t know you wore glasses! Cute!
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just give me one fuckin chance 🍑🍑🍑 @xavimacaroni
@.knifewife: Cheeky!
Killian breathed a little easier with her lips pressed against his pulse point. It did absolutely nothing to slow his heart rate, but at least that was beating faster now for normal, Amira-based reasons. He internalised her words, repeating them over and over in his head like a chant. As long as we're together, we're safe. And hadn't that been the whole crux of their relationship, two people who kept each other safe? He often wondered if it was healthy, how much they relied on each other. But given how tumultuous their individual and combined lives had been, he'd take a bit of codependency.
He reached for the nearest railing, fingers curling around the cold metal until his knuckles turned white. Though nothing on this boat was entirely steady, and he didn't think he'd ever get used to the way the ground never quite settled beneath his feet. As long as he kept his eyes on Amira, his one steady thing, as long as he kept her within his grasp.
He choked out a little laugh, forcing a smile onto his face despite the queasiness in his stomach.
"You make a good pirate." he noted, amused by her hammed up, growly accent. She was already British, why was she putting on an even worse British accent? A question for another time.
He tried to smile. She was happy, light as a feather. Their days were filled with small happinesses like this now. Their tiny apartment, their love for each other, the time they spent with Goose and Wraith, the cotton candy Amira brought home from the amusement park. This felt like a bigger moment, a dream he'd realised for her. He should be happy too.
Instead, all he could manage was to call out, "Don't run!" in a strangled voice, the sea air carrying away his warning, so that it could hardly be heard over Amira's joy. She was off like a shot, anyway.
He wasn't sure if he could make his legs move. They felt rooted to the very spot. He let out a slow breath, in and out. As long as we're together, we're safe. You are older this time, you are stronger. You will not take your eyes off her.
Killian forced himself to take a few clumsy, Bambi-like steps after her. He wouldn't take his eyes off of her. In his head, he chanted, As long as we're together, we're safe. You're strong enough to lift her out if she falls, you'll know what to do this time.
You can't swim, you can't swim, you can't swim.
Killian took in a sharp, gasping breath. His chest felt tight. He closed his eyes, thinking about the last time he'd felt like this. It had been a drug deal gone wrong, his body pressed under some ugly looking man's boot as he slowly applied more and more pressure, til Killian felt sick, felt dizzy, struggled to breathe.
"Amira?" he called, still not sure she could hear him. He forced his voice a couple of octaves higher, "Amira!"
As soon as Amira took off, Killian was calling after her like an overwrought parent who hadn’t slept in weeks. In a way, it wasn’t a completely inaccurate descriptor for Killian. He’d always slept light, if at all, and his general demeanor tended to lend itself to being stressed and on edge. The most she’d ever seen her boyfriend relax was in the months since they’d gotten together, his smiles coming easier, touches both gentler and more desperate. Every day they were edging closer to something they’d both craved for so long but hadn’t been brave enough to cross the line towards.
She spun herself in circles, enjoying the rush of the wind against her skin. The sleeves of her shirt billowed dramatically, and she almost found herself wishing she’d worn something a little more flowy and dramatic. If she’d known where he was taking her, she would’ve opted for something a little more pirate-y. Still, she was so pleased with her surprise, and even more pleased that it was Killian who had done this for her. She loved him so completely that she thought her heart might burst out of her chest.
“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for meeeeee!” Amira hummed to herself, singing softly under her breath as she explored her new vessel. Not that she really believed it was hers for any more than just today, of course, but she allowed herself to sink into the fantasy, feeling the feathery plushness of it embrace her. She could so easily imagine herself at the helm of a ship, leading her own crew towards great adventures unknown.
As she found herself at the rear end of the boat, she dropped to her knees, staring out at the open water. It was so beautiful. Carefully, while distributing her weight in a way that only Amira Pace would know how to, she leaned forward and let her fingers trail along the water, creating a soft ripple effect.
Distantly, she could hear her name being called. She frowned, snapping out of her reverie, noting the strange sense of urgency in Killian’s voice. He sounded desperate, as though something was wrong. Panic rose up in her chest as she wondered if something had happened. Maybe he’d been hurt. Another, treacherous voice rose up in the back of her mind, a faint reminder of who they’d once been. That nagging voice told her that they’d been cornered, and that Killian hadn’t actually rented out the boat at all but had stolen it. Perhaps there were cops on the deck with him now, waiting for her to make herself known. Holding her breath, she rounded the corner and stepped towards the unknown.
With a blink, she realised there was nobody there. Nobody other than Killian, of course. He was all alone but looking stricken.
“Killer? What’s wrong, love?” she frowned, stepping towards him.
She glanced around them, searching for some sign of a scuffle or perhaps a drop of blood to indicate that he’d been hurt. He looked perfectly healthy, aside from the severe lack of blood in his face.
“Are you okay, my love? I was thinking we could go for a swim, maybe? Before we set off to pillage and plunder, of course,” she giggled, trying to inject a light air into her tone.
She reached out, pressing a hand to his face. Absently, she realised her fingers were still wet, but she hoped Killian wouldn’t mind. She was sure he’d understand how excited she’d gotten, her thumb caressing his cheek in the tender way that she knew usually helped even out his breath and bring him back to her.
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When @ivy.rogers asks you to be an obedient little model boy for a photo shoot, you say yes. We look hot, @chessythrifts 😘
@.knifewife: Wow! This is so beautiful!
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Me during today’s free solo vs me after today’s free solo.
@.knifewife: I need to come out and join you some day!
