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“ what d’you mean – if i want? ” your tone is incredulous, your anger is evident ( as if a world could exist where you’d give up this, give up him ) . it clings to the back of your throat, singes your lungs —- and you cough, desperate to relieve yourself of it. how dare he? how dare he try to make your choice for you? all this time spent, all your travels and adventures; your place secured tightly by his side, clinging with desperation for the chance to prove what you’ve always known about yourself — and @l0rds still doesn’t get it. “ said it before, didn’t i? ” rosy cheeks gleam and you step forward, a hand reaching towards his own ( hands that you’ve worn down to fit your own ). he doesn’t get it, but you’ll say it over & over again until he does. your patience might lack in certain areas, a constant insatiable appetite for more – but when it comes to this, when it comes to him – you’ll try. “ — ‘m never gonna stop travelin’ with you.
a breath and you can feel your anger condensate, watery tears trickling down from doe eyes. “ bein’ wi’ you docta … it’s the happiest ‘ve ever been. ” ( except maybe for that one time when shareen got us backstage passes to see --- right, sorry. not the time ).