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[raajasii]

♛;; @winkelriediism. }}

『♛❞ ——    “So apparently  it was of great importance that I personally confessed that the reason why your dessert hasn’t yet been served is because I thought Maurice made it for me and kind of ATE IT? But not to worry -- I made you a  special treat  to feast upon while he prepares a new one! Hold out your hands.”

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      “Edgar, was it? What’s with the suspicious look?” 

    The head of the Baskervilles let out a soft chuckle, he could pretty much guess the reason why the other was being rather cautious around him. It was Levi after all, who gave him a treatment that can be called as ‘sexual harrasment’ the other day, but it was only because this guy was way too serious for his own good. He just wanted to play with him a little. It was just a joke that was not going to be repeated ever again.       Leaving that aside, there was now a more serious look on the elder’s face. He was not informed about this guy’s visit and had no idea about what could be the reason. Maybe he was just bored and killing time around?  

         “Please do tell me the reason for your visit.”

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3/7

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Fuck anon, I'm going to sleep yes, but you're always a sunshine brightening up my day ok and I love your muses and how much thought and passion you put into them, I'd write more but letters limit and shit :T

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

[dekiaiohime]

“I don’t belong here.”

Mission Board; Three Days Grace Starters

She understood, and that was perhaps the most agonizing connection that sent them spiraling into an endless descent.  Though surrounded by an unyielding crowd, attention rapt and ‘beauty’ appreciated, heart found no comfort or ease; a closed and sealed book amidst avid readers.                             “     I feel the same….    ” Perhaps she misunderstood, yet the muttered words churned emotions she kept buried. Perhaps he referred to the bluster and ever observant eyes of the interested – a belief they held, but a belief untrue by all means. Perhaps it was but the industry they currently dwell in, but twas her sentiments exactly.Once upon a time, fame and prominence was desirable.                                                                                                    Once upon a time.These days she much preferred to be left to her own devices, to be enclosed within familiar walls with quill in hand, writing a letter to one long gone, and attempting, attempting so hard to write pen the stories she loved dearly. But alas composition did not flow when misery wrecked her creativity, reasonably once upon a time she was meant for front pages and striking poses, but conceivably, that was a thing of the past.She simply wished to return to their side, to belong once more with a boisterous family inclined to cause disruptions and disturbances wherever they went, but they were family, and she belonged. Yet they were scattered like marbles struck, though it could hardly be comparable to a game of pool. Now, she had no home, no family. It was lonely, empty, reminiscent of a time before Fairy Tail. It was better to have loved and lost, than to never love at all. But one failed to cite the utter desolation and heartache of losing.                                                                             She could not continue for long. Lucy Heartfilia did not belong now, but she would forge a home of her own. That was the Fairy Tail spirit. And one day, one day, they would return.                                                  “     We’ll make it somehow.     ”

She was not                a l o n e .

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He has not brought anything, for this would be much too suspicious, the valentine card stayed back at his own mansion to be given to some random lady as a fake 'proof' of affection to clear both of them from eventual suspicions, but he could not stay away, even though it was dangerous, and so the blond came to visit, although he felt awkward for not being able to give him anything, merely hoping that the other will understand.

But he had brought himself, which was more than he could ever think it can possibly be. Slowly but surely, in the most fatal way, Jules had allowed himself to fall in the most deadly trap he had swore silently for years he wouldn’t fall into: love wasn’t anything like what his sisters would read about and speak about, and he knew it quite well himself, for his love was ugly, his love was sin, his love wasn’t love, was mere perversion in the eyes of a God that was more cruelty than kindness.

He could deal with the hell he had been making sure he was going straight to, but apparently he couldn’t possibly deal with the idea of Edgar joining him--- or not joining him. What a sour sweetness, always tainted with torment, always meant to end in tragedy. But at that moment when they founde themselves alone, when they locked gazed and entwined fingers, when they breathed each other’s scent -saccharine sin, might as well swallow him whole with no regret left to linger-, then Jules knew he was back in his safe haven: ten thousand storms could unleash their fury all around them, but they were together, they were going to be just fine.

[lextclionis]

          Slender hands aloft, backward does the young man pace to distance himself      from the elder, lest he take offense. Papers and books once held tight against a       paper-thin chest lie scattered across the freshly cut lawn, upon which he kneels      then to gather them in a nervous manner only half feigned.                     ❝ 𝕺 h --- Redmond! Sorry, I...wasn’t watching where I was going... ❞