put me down with a cool cloth and a pitcher dear... i feel faint and my voice is going again.... wake me if there is news of gérard..
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put me down with a cool cloth and a pitcher dear... i feel faint and my voice is going again.... wake me if there is news of gérard..
[THERE YOU GO, YOU GOT IT, GET INTO IT. VERY TASTY. AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS THE LONELY PERFECTION OF MY DREAMS, NICE AND CRISPY. YOU NEED TO CREATE SOME SORT OF SNOW SHOVEL APPARATUS]
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👄 + shoulderblades
Send 👄 + a body part for my muses reaction to being kissed there | not accepting
the war had come for them. the war had lost.
“ you know, we never have to leave this house if we don’t want to. ”
the cool air from the open window spread across his bare chest, eyes a tired kind of alight as he stared out the window of the cottage. somewhere out there, beyond tall grass and dense trees, there lay a thousand reminders as to why they should not be here. as to why they should not be.
frank cared little for any of them. he was the hero. he got the girl. and to hell with anyone who would say otherwise or speak ill of him. he had not abandoned a thing but his fears. he’d only wanted to be with her and her alone.
“ we can stay here and live out our days at the edge of the world. ”
the soft press of her mouth against his skin made him shudder. yes, still, to this day, after years of being in love with the girl who was fire wrapped in skin. he breathed out, slow and deliberate, wondering if he would ever grow used to this, if he would ever have to. right about now, he quite liked his odds.
reaching behind him, he took her hands, hugging them to his chest and relaxing against her smaller frame. it had not been easy, getting her here, making her see, making her choose a future like this. far more mundane than murdering muggles, he’d admit, but a future nonetheless. a future where she woke up in love, and he woke up alive and no one on this earth could take that from them. that was something to be admired. not all of their friends, foes, acquaintances, etc. had been so lucky.
“ you and me and our child. or children. or what have you. so long as it’s us. ”
Okay... weather channel... I guess that this weather paradox of some sort is my weather for today...
This is my son