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incxbvs replied to your post:Like if you want to be added for Coral’s...

idk why i liked this but i did

i was gonna add Kian in anyway LOL 

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"My hands are so cold, will you warm them?" (Kian to Brit?)

Fluffy + Shippy sentence pack

          To say something like that to a stranger was incredibly shocking, or at least it was on the receiving end, which was exactly why her face — previously neutral — took on a stunned expression. After staring at him oddly for just a handful of seconds, Britt snorted and faced the man, turning both of her burnished olive eyes on his face.

          “Warm yer hands? I guess I could do that. It is still kinda chilly, isn’t it,” she inquired, her pasty hands coming up to cup around the two of his. Even though they were much smaller, she tried the best she could, aiming more for his fingers than his actual palms.

          Once they were secured in her soft grip, Brittney took the opportunity to observe the other. He was a little taller than her, although not by much at all. Could still hit him in the nuts if she needed to, but could easily kiss him as well. It would be interesting to see how the brown haired man turned out. Wait, were those highlights? She regarded his hair with obvious interest as a halfhearted tease fell from her plump lips almost in a mumble, far too distracted by how well his highlights blended in with that light shade of bay.

          “Ya go ‘round askin’ every pretty lady ya see t’ be yer personal gloves?”

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     incxbvs

     “Only Princesses get kidnapped, right? And like, small animals. Rich children.”

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          { incxbvs }

         The rain is a drum in her ear and oh, lord, how she despises it.

         It wouldn't hurt, it wouldn't do a thing-- those foolish thought are          what dropped her in this situation. Fate plays out before her, karma          dancing onto stage as a surprise guest. For one who peered behind          the scenes of others; her own future was beyond her (seemingly)          omniscient eyes.

         The scene a park, somewhere she came to seek comfort in this          crowded; this bustling and bursting city. The protagonist of this          particular tale the odd one out-- modern times meaning nothing as she          embraced the traditional roots of Japanese culture. The witch always          enjoyed the old fashioned ways of life.

         Mind trailing, she enjoys the distraction from the dampness that seeps          into her every pore. Even with the shade of the trees, it wasn't enough          to keep the storm at bay. 

        A sigh on painted ruby lips, eyes fluttering closed in defeat; she can         only wait.

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