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❝You’re probably wondering why I’ve brought you here for no apparent reason. Well, believe me when I say there’s a perfectly cromulent explanation.❞
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timeformeisshort
❝You’re probably wondering why I’ve brought you here for no apparent reason. Well, believe me when I say there’s a perfectly cromulent explanation.❞
Make me feel again The sea is cold, my only friend I don't want to be alone On the shells, on the shore Skin and bones, we've lost ourselves Holding onto all we felt You pushed me out to survive I fell in love just in time 💕💕💕
I walk into the wind The sea's waves against my skin Empty hand and tired eyes Leave me here; I'll be fine.
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“You didn’t have to come visit me Thane, I’m fine. The doctors are just being paranoid.
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| ☼ sᴛᴏʀᴍs ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ. |
No doubt he’s well aware already that Irikah lurks nearby, content, for the moment, to admire him from her precarious perch poised daintily against the open door’s frame as he whiles away the hours optimizing his most trusty && beloved of sniper rifles. She waits, placid, the tides of the Encompassing, the rains of Kahje, patiently seeking the perfect time to break his careful concentration.
His is a work that requires precision, graceful, unyielding delicacy; hers is a presence that dares not disturb the silence that carries it, rather weaving itself into the tide and ripping its own seams in tandem. She is the blossom that flutters && the breeze that moves it; she calms the storms that she herself awakens, stirs to life within him. A warrior-angel by anyone’s admission but her OWN, a newly emptied vessel of the goddess Arashu filled to be spilled time && again with mercy that THIRSTS to sanctify.
Your wrongdoings are mine, mine; mine to make CLEAN, mine to ABSOLVE.
❝Darling,❞ she pipes up, a vocal trepidation, at last -- her tongue doesn’t wrap itself as gracefully as she’d like around terms of endearment, but they trickle forth from seraphic lips unfettered all the same. ❝ Won’t you join me for just an evening before work whisks you away again?❞
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♙ :Most malicious act tied to your name
Mm. One might say destroying the Reapers. [dryly] They were, after all, the sum of a vast number of sentient consciousnesses. Not that it didn't have to be done, of course.
timeformeisshort replied to your post:[txt - Siha] hooked up with someone last night while wearing walrus pajama pants. clearly I'm accomplishing big things in life
[txt - Siha] you didn’t notice my pajama pants?
[TXT--Thane] In all honesty, no, I didn't.
[TXT--Thane] Is this your way of telling me no, you didn't hook up with someone else? Your access to my room depends on your answer.
[txt - Siha] hooked up with someone last night while wearing walrus pajama pants. clearly I'm accomplishing big things in life
[TXT--Thane] Wait. You did WHAT.
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"What did I tell you about bypassing locks...?"