Madison/Zoe
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Madison/Zoe
ship: ew / nonono / maybe / ship it / aww / otp / MY HEART
"If you don't love me, pretend."
“I don’t have to pretend, Zoe. I do love you.” Lana’s sincerity showed a gentle manner, eye’s warm and tender, a loving gaze burning in her very iris’. “Because I do love you.”
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2. Cheek Kiss
Even though she didn’t have to, Zoe stayed with her after the rape. She helped her up the staircase and made sure that no one within the four walls the academy was made of saw her. It was the nicest thing that anyone had ever done for the blonde, and Madison didn’t know what to say or do to ever make it up to the witch. Maybe she could be a little nicer, but only to Zoe, she did after all have a reputation to withhold. Her feet stopped once reaching the bathroom and she turned to the blonde, a small smile appearing across her mascara stained face. “I got it from here,” her voice was soft and gentle, “Thank you.” Leaning in she pressed a kiss to the pale skinned cheek and then opened the door, closing it behind her as she slid to the ground and started to cry.
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"I dare you."
"Oh, c'mon, I'm a fully grown up woman."
Lana started, eyeing up the shots lined up in a row on the bar. Sure, she was an adult but that was a mere excuse. Truth be told, she was scared. She'd never been one to enjoy alcohol that much. Especially not spirits.
"Is there not a truth option instead? I don't...I can't drink that shit."
"You’re running a fever. Get back in bed."
Alex sniffled as she gave the other a look when she was told to get back in bed. Fever or not, she was still going and no one would be able to stop her. ❝I’m fine.❞She managed before she started coughing into her sleeve of her shirt, making a face as she did so.
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[text] I want you in my bed, Zoe.
[text] I mean, I want you in me.
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Twenty-Three: My muse blindfolds yours
“Hold still.”
Lana whispered, her legs wrapped around Zoe’s waist in a straddle of sorts. In her hand, she held a scarf, coming to lift it up to cover the female’s eyes.
“This won’t take a minute.”
With slow movements, she came to tie the garment behind the girl’s head, making sure it was secure over her eyes in order to prevent her from seeing anything.
”How many fingers am I holding up?”
Lifting her spare hand, she showed three fingers, a grin across her lips as she anticipated the answer. She wanted this to be perfect.