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The Word of the Day with Synonym and Antonym Is #Nettle - #ingles #english #online
The Word of the Day with Synonym and Antonym Is #Nettle – #ingles #english #online
Nettle SYNONYMS – Sting | fret | provoke | [See INCENSE]. ANTONYMS:
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"Come on, time for bed."
Kyungsoo was playing with a glob of dough he’d saved from earlier. Cooking was another hidden outlet that he’d recently poked his head through. It was an eruption of gold and lemon embers that fizzled at his ears - he was good at it. His favorite things were the textures and aromas, the way his hands could squish something so mellow and reshape it with something else. His thin fingers were curled deep into the foamy dough until a voice wafted, low and sweet, from the large bed that towered over the android’s sunken, lazed frame. He perked up; bed time was not ordinary for him, but he enjoyed the company in comparison to spending nights (or in this case, days) alone.
"Coming!" He stated, dropping the dough onto the bedside table after springing lightly to his feet, wiping his damp hands on the seat of his jeans and hurrying forward. The elder was holding the square corner of the blanket open in expectance. Kyungsoo happily obliged, worming his way onto the mattress and tucking himself under the sheets. Vlad had been insisting lately that he try to sleep - an exercise that lasted in small increments, of which would continue in small increments until progress was made. The android knew it was nothing short of impossible. However, as he lay his head on the rectangle cut stuffed full of feathers, he closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to dream. He found it wonderful to rest on the pillow. It sank like dough…just like dough.
"Sleep well, darling." Murmured the same voice that nurtured a tiny inkling of hope budding in his chest. Kyungsoo smiled a little and waited for the drawl of light footsteps to fade, then hiss into a smothered flame, his hands curling over the soft blankets.
