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    “Isn’t he the most precious thing you have ever seen?” Evie whispered proudly to Jacob as she cradled their child against her chest, stroking the little one’s hand with her thumb and beaming when the baby cooed in his sleep and gripped tightly at it, his tiny fingers not even fitting all the way around. Barely an hour old and already the little one had Evie’s entire heart in the palm of his tiny little hand. 

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“Jacob?” Evie called out as she walked (not waddled as Jacob liked to tease her about damn it, she was elegant, she did not waddle) into the room that he normally trained in in their house, frowning when she saw that he wasn’t there. “Jacob?”

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  I SHIP THEM REALLY HARD BUT WE NEED TO INTERACT MORE! 

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9. Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck. 

      For a moment, the templar stood confused, eyeing the others strange actions. was he drunk..? most likely, he was SLAMMED.

          “ listen, mate, i dunno how much you’ve had to drink, but i’m goin’ to POLITELY ask you to get off me. “

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        it stung, shot pain throughout the entire templar’s body. cold and NUMB as it already was, it didn’t matter. it HURT, no doubt. gloved hands met the wound, greeted by a sheer coat of blood, which soon turned into a thick waterfall of crimson staining the black leather. 

      falling to his knees with a grunt, teeth latching onto bottom lip, to surpress the cries of utter pain. he had fallen. this is NOT the way he had wanted to GO. no. not like this.

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   “That was a good bit of teamwork” Evie smiled at Jacob as they watched a few of the Rooks clearing up the last of the Blighters from the factory, a few more Rooks trying to herd the children somewhere where they wouldn’t see the dead Blighters. “We work well together, even when we argue”

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    “And then I got down on my knees and gave him the best blow job of his life” she paused. He most definitely wasn’t listening to her if he hadn’t reacted to that. “Jacob”