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{text to; that azz}: fuck you for leaving so early that i gotta say morning on text. ily have a good day.
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{text to; that azz}: fuck you for leaving so early that i gotta say morning on text. ily have a good day.
You're such a wonderful lovely Mystique and I really enjoy writing with you ! I know this is short but I can't think of any other way to express how amazing you are as I am bad with words so I hope this is enough!
Send me reviews about how I portray my muse.
|| awww babe!! it is 100% enough and i love writing with your azazel!!
@xazazel
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she could hear the sirens as she clamoured into her car. she sped out of the city, hands pale around the steering wheel and tears heavy in her dark brown eyes. she made no noise, allowing the rip of the engine to consume her mind. there was nothing she could do to help. all of her abilities turned toward destruction, she could do nothing to heal or to solve the pain she had created. finally, after hours, she stopped her car at the edge of the dark forest, bare feet sprinting into the wooded barrens. finally, she collapsed at the feet of an old pine, its needles digging into her soft legs. she sobbed -- in presumed aloneness.
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Send me a •3• and I will put my playlist on shuffle, write down the first line of five songs and give it to your muse as a poem from mine
candy talks to strangersyou make me feel so young do i annoy you? now you are hereit’s christmas so we’ll stop
Puts hand on top of head and combs fingers through hair
Blinking a bit, dark eyes moved and landed on the other. They narrowed towards Azazel before he looked away. Despite how displeased he looked, he simply continued to let the other brush fingers through his hair.
Janos sipped his drink. At least he wasn’t objecting to it, that was something.