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[amourdechire-blog]

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          “Oh, everything here is lovely. Just beautiful.” she mused, bright hues scanned along the entirety of where she was admiring every last detail. Tom had taken her on a holiday here but left her alone she assumed he was pining after some other woman as he much so commonly did. It made her sad really, especially since it had only been a few months since they were married. “Is this all yours?” As the question arose Daisy drew her gaze back to whom she was talking with finding herself something to do rather than sulk.

[nonprophet-blog1]

❛   IT’S A GUN. I’m sure you have one, too.   ❜   Though, that wouldn’t quite explain why she had it strapped to her garter. Her tone doesn’t waver, though, dark eyes soon raising to lock with his own. Challenging.    // @thchost

[femmefatale]

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    ❛ That French wine, s'il vous plaît! ❜     natacha sat on the counter, on the restaurant, removing the black gloves from her hands, delicates digits, covered with expensive jewelries, shining, as all the jewelries spread all over her body, like her left wrist ( bracelet ) , & a beautiful necklace, hanging on her neck. removing, another piece of clothes, her overcoat putting it aside, as she search for a cigarette in her purse, putting on her original siver cigarette-holder, dragging the cancer inside of her lungs, blowing away, with her red lips.    although it was night, the hollywood starlet was still wearing her sunglasses, awkward waving from those who recognizes her, but at some point she ignored. the brunette of 5"8 ft tall, was bored, but thinking in how to design something she was planning to do, for the next week.

[nonprophet-blog1]

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Her baths were often a private affair, but he alone was invited into the intimacy that was her tiny sea estate nestled at the crumbling New Jersey coast. She stumbled upon the estate as a gift, so to speak, her deceased mentor leaving the home and grounds for Estella to tend to. Her craft would continue to be polished within the confines of the home, cluttered with ink-stained paper and massive texts clipped with dog ears. 

Of course he had been invited in. 

It was selfish, to allow a man within the intimacy of her own home  —-  Estella understood the ugly, rotting thing that crept in between her belly and through her liver. But if it was selfish to allow him in, the very action of bathing with him should damn her.

Not that Estella thought deeply about those things. Not very often, anyway  —-  thoughts of death are few and far between, the young woman quite enjoying her endless stream of power-induced youth. Glorious. The metal basin has been filled to its brim, glossed with rosemary oil and peppered with lavender blossoms. Within the confines, our Witch finds herself nestled in the massive basin, appearing smaller than normal. Fingertips kiss bunched lavender, nudging it along the waters surface  —-  her dark eyes lift, mouth pressing to her knee. Estella’s gaze never wavers, watching freckled shoulders glow faintly, exposed beneath the moonlight as her companion strips to join her. She swears, those freckles look like moon dust  —--  shimmering, drowning her.

Her expression keens forward, knees lowering so her torso may follow suit as he joins her. Estella is quick to giggle, finding that a basin even this size couldn’t accommodate his height  —-  and to hide her amusement, she easily folds herself against a broad chest to allow him a bit more room. She can’t stop her giggle, now  —-  it dissolves along Galway’s jaw, her own skin warming at the intimate contact.

❛  ...I want to tell you a story,  ❜  A number of sweet kisses are pressed to Galway’s jaw, upturned nose nuzzling against his cheek. She grins.   ❛  Wash my hair, okay? And I’ll tell you.  ❜  // @thchost