#000-11

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«        they'll    always    say    mean    things.        »    tight-lipped    smile    as    she    sits    down    next    to    the    girl,        «        that's    what    people    do.    you    don't    have    to    listen,    though.        »    

@000-11​    :    ELEVEN    &    KATE.

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how’s    my    portrayal?                     @000-11.

your portrayal is insane!!! you have me all kinds of obsessed and I’m SO excited to be writing with you!!! a blessing to see on my dash always!! 🥺❤️❤️❤️

thank you so much! i absolutely love seeing YOU on the dash on all of your blogs, your writing is wonderful and i am so excited to be writing with you too! you’re the best, thank you so much, seriously. this means the world to me <3

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@000-11    !

lips       gain       coarseness       as       the       group       continues       to       walk       through       the       forest ,        the       air       grows       colder .            will       can’t       be       gone .            there’s       no       way .            not       a       possibility .             𝚑𝚎’𝚕𝚕       𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍       𝚘𝚗...       𝚏𝚘𝚛       𝚞𝚜 !             for       his       mom       &.       for       his       brother .             although       hope       seems       less       and       less       close ,             the       group       will       hold       on...       for       their       cleric .       no       party       member       left       behind .       head       turns       to       face       el ,             (            their       mage ,       their       beacon       of       hope       and       light             )             and       he       notices       her       shaking       arms .             this       is       one       of       the       first       times       he’s       felt       as       though       she       isn’t       a       threat ,             just       a       girl .             he       pursues       the       feeling ,       he       tells       himself       over       and       over       that       she       isn’t       evil .             after       a       few       seconds       of       contemplation ,             the       boy       steps       backward       a       little,             leaving       dustin       with       his       compass       at       the       top       of       their       group .             ❝             hey,       you       okay?             ❞             the       worry       on       his       face       is       honest .            lucas       brushes       his       backhand       against       el’s       thinly       covered       arm       slowly ,             his       worried       expression       turning       more       and       more       anxious .             after       moving       his       hand       away,             he       drops       his       backpack       on       the       floor             &.             takes       off       his       copper       jacket       and       wraps       it       around       el ,             leaving       the       boy       with       only       his       thin       shirt       on .             grabbing       his       bag       again ,       he       rubs       his       hand       on       el’s       back ,             in       hopes       she       will       feel       warmth       like       she       did       back       in       mike’s       basement .