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"I'd be a terrible mother"

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      “I don’t think that’s true.” It’s a sincere statement, left as Margot turned her head to press lips to the corner of Eva’s own and wiggle backward into their embrace. Tame was the best word to describe how she was in the afterglow, a stark change from the jealous woman so often seen outside of this bedroom. Her expression was warm, soft in a way that certainly could have passed as maternal. “I think a baby would be very lucky to have you.” Too serious, she thought. It was hard enough to keep the blonde woman in bed after events like this, let alone discuss children. An amused little snort passed. “If you can take care of me, I’m sure triplets wouldn’t have you batting an eye.”

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SMILES LOUDLY

what do they call summer by any other name?? SATAN

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surgiical replied to your post:THE GUY WHO PLAYS CHARLES MANSON IS ATTRACTIVE...

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          Kissing a woman wasn’t terrible -- it was different from kissing a man, certainly. Softer. And Margarethe thought that kissing Eva would no doubt be different from kissing any other woman in the world, Eva being so... Singular? No -- mannish. That was the word. But she might as well get on with it, and she bent down (there was a good distance between them) to give Eva a perfunctory peck on the lips. “There,” she said primly. “Are you happy?”

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            it had been several weeks since joanna, wendy, and helena had all prophesied that aldis would soon become the king of the kingdom of ludour. it was a fairly nearby kingdom, one of which that concerned them purely because king nikolaus and aldis had been best friends since youth. the brunette began to feel nervous when her father’s constant pacing turned into him walking around the palace gardens in hopes that he would receive word from aldis about what had happened. then, the young witch began to worry. what if they hadn’t just foretold of his reign, but also his death ?? what if someone had overheard them and had gone to assassinate the soon-to-be royal ?? that night, wendy had dreamed of someone committing the murder.               sure enough, three days later, her visions had come true. aldis was dead. their father was in mourning for the man who had been like a brother to him, and like an uncle to wendy and her sisters. she couldn’t believe this------------ was it her fault ?? had she done this ?? no, it wasn’t possible. but, still, she traveled with her father the long distance to the kingdom to pay her respects. a gathering would be held to celebrate aldis’s life and short reign as king. the night of the celebration, the princess descended the stairs in a blue gown. blue was the royal color of asgard, and only the royals were allowed to wear it. a form of superiority that their father had requested of his people to respect and obey. they had, graciously, but wendy secretly didn’t like it very much.                  then, when she reached the bottom of the stairs, she saw a blonde woman walking towards her. she’d had people approaching her the entire night, of course, considering they were the closest thing that the king had to family. but, it still made wendy slightly uncomfortable. as did the chill that she felt course down her spine upon laying eyes on the woman.