#respair.

[iratempestatis]

"𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻" — 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒽𝒶𝒾𝒸 𝓈𝒾𝓍𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒽-𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓎 𝐸𝓃𝑔𝓁𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓃 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒, 𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇. 𝐼𝓉 𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓇𝑒｛"𝓉𝑜 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃."｝

["𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽."]

I understand that desire — to be the only one. You're the only one for me. Without you, life would be nothing. I understand wanting to feel necessary. You're my other half. I do not know what I would do without you. I understand wanting a decisive assurance. When I look at you I see a ghost of our past lives, juxtaposed. Right here. When I clench my fist I can feel the string tying us together beneath my nails. But I really do think there is something so precious about wanting without needing, and chance and choice — about being chosen regardless of everything.  I do not need you, but I am going to bother to trace my fingers over your arm when you sleep in mine. Perhaps if we didn't meet I would have met someone else, and I wouldn't have missed you because I wouldn't know you existed. Perhaps I would know, and it still would not matter, because perhaps we wouldn't know one another well. And it would be a shame, in the way all things are. To step into a room is to step out of the other. Without you, life would be more difficult, but I would live. You are not my life– you are not the only thing that occupies it. I have friends that I love deeply, a world I cherish. I could live without you. But I do not want to. We are not half of one another– we are not incomplete without each other. But it is nicer with you. Coming home to you is comfort itself. No matter how my day passes, I wish to tell you all of it, as though you were there with me. I wish to hear all about yours, as though I was there with you. As though we are one being, halved. I do not know of a past life. Nothing about it, if it existed, entices me to listen carefully to the things you say, follow the path your eyes trace over to what attracts you. Nothing about a past life imposes upon me the necessity of loving you again, of bringing you your favorite things, of giving you comfort before you ask for it. But I want to do so regardless– you are here in this life, after all, and I cannot not love you now. I cannot lose you now. There is nothing I want less. I like that. It is better this way.｛We are better this way.｝I wouldn't want this to change.｛We will change together and love one another all the same.｝I hope it stays this way for as long as either of lives.  Even if it does not, we can make peace with one another, no? No matter how, we can stay in each other's lives, yes?  I love you. I love you, regardless of how that love manifests.

[goldplume]

Art after so long feels v good and!! It is coming along v well!!

[paperrustles]

so whats your thoughts on dacryphilia + breeding kink at the same time with xiao 🎤🎤🎤 think maybe . he feels a little guilty the first time he makes you cry from pleasure but once he realizes it’s because you like it so much that you’re crying, he gets more and more motivated to get you to that point time and time again. smth smth he also !!! w the breeding kink its also a thing of making sure you’re satiated, after he’s done with you he takes a look at your used hole and his cum leaking out of it, almost to affirm to himself that he did a good job - that he fucked you properly.

Oh I. Okay AHKSHSJ

I think you're evil first of all because you've somehow managed to hit me in places I didn't think anyone would this fast but–

I think Xiao focuses sm on how he can be of use and what he can do for you that seeing you cry would wreck him a bit at first because his first assumption would be that you've pushed yourself to lengths that made you weep for him.

At first he'd be a bit unconvinced– especially because you'd be a slurring mess as you explain, because he'd stop you right at the cusp of an orgasm (after all!! how could he not keep his dearie at the precipice of pleasure for as long as possible? that's a good thing, yes?) and you'd need a moment to gather yourself but once you do. Once you do explain as you gather him up in your arms and he tries to do the same to no avail. I think he'd understand and yes you're right, he'd narrow his eyes when he tries to push you to the same lengths next, and feel his blood pulsing so fiercely he feels as though his whole body is athrob when you cry again. And the next time. And the next. And hey I cry!! Quite easily anyway. I think he'd somehow find a way to derive. More pleasure from my tears than even I could from what brings the tears upon to begin with (you suck sm Illu/aff)

Hey so where did you. Why did you bring up breeding. I don't. I am not. Pregnancy is the least enticing thing but breeding I think. It would just be so messy and he would feel so guilty about being as pleased as he is. For a while there were people that could call him theirs in the way of ownership and now he also gets something to call his, except in the way of love.

Except. HOW DO I SAY RHIS MY FACE IS SO WARM. ILLU. Xiao is a bird. He's an eagle. They run warmer!! Than humans. And. Illu his cum would be. So warm. It would be so. You'd really be able to feel it. It would. Okay bye

[goldplume]

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[goldplume]

Xiao tells Gale she's his ruin and she goes 'like how, financially? Socially? Sandcastle wise?'