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wltzing·.

the demons of his mind no longer disturb him at times like these . too drunk to dwell upon the problems which lie waiting for him in the morning . for now , he is at peace . a DEEP drag is taken , held in his lungs for several moments with a warm , pleased grin . the effects of nicotine envelope him , holding him close like a mother would her child . he exhales through his nose . a wave of tranquility washes over him , the devoted touch of tallulah sending shivers up his spine . heart skips a beat as he melts into the sofa — an uncomfortable position .

frame is hunched over the cushions and head craned to rest against her hand . he is practically purring , like the felines who are undoubtedly meowing with displeasure at his absence . alas , there are slim odds of them seeing him until after sunrise . he reaches out to exchange his cigarette for her blunt . the drag which follows is too ENTHUSIASTIC , having forgotten that marijuana pierces his lungs in a manner which he is only vaguely familiar with . the blunt is immediately passed back as he offers her an expression which reads , i fucked up .

he proceeds to cough , until his eyes are damp and breathing labored . figure collapses onto the floor , mouth agape as stable respiration is reattained .

❛ i wish i had my seventeen - year - old lungs back , ❜ he sighs . ❛ . . . actually , i wish i had my seventeen - year - old life back . ❜

tallulah opts not to warn him , watching intently while he gasps for breath . a small reprisal to all the stress he brings to her life . she stretches out along the couch and takes another drag . adoration is tainted by suspicion . he’s fucked up beyond what he usually is , but she revels in his affection . too easily pleased by the smallest of touches to be somebody who receives them often , if at all . lu drops her her hand down and drags her nails lightly across his arm . ❛ why ? so you could destroy them again ? ❜ a carton of cigarettes waits on the kitchen counter for him . a rather hypocritical gift . smallest of the cats slinks out from under the furniture , gives kellan one long sniff before crawling onto his lap to curl up . ❛ what do you miss most about being seventeen ? ❜ a grainy photo comes to mind ; kellan smooth faced and beaming , long hair framing a youthful face . a stark contrast to reality , where dim lighting graces dark circles and a knitted brow .

#wltzing #( tallulah. )

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#( tallulah aes. )

wltzing‌.

nicotine is perhaps his only motivation . it is a more time - consuming effort to OPEN the pack than he would like to admit . filter is placed between his lips , but . . . oh , shit . the lighter . after several attempts to sit himself upright , kellan finds himself resting upon his knees . his head is spinning , but that poses little threat ; he is a functioning alcoholic , after all . still , he does not possess the coordination to stand and so he crawls to tallulah . mutterings of incoherent german are made under his breath , all too common in this state of being . something something cat , something cigarettes , and a remark regarding her appearance that is meant to be a compliment .

he props himself against the couch . noises of discontent rumble in his chest . a hand reaches to cling to one of tallulah’s legs , groaning with DESPERATION to have his cigarette lit .

❛ lu , ❜ he mumbles , ❛ am i pretty ? ❜

dragging off her blunt , listening to the white noise of the finished record that’s gone neglected . the bars closed , more time slipped by . heavy - hearted in unrequited concern . still , he’s come back every time . tallulah lights his cigarette , immediately followed by an ashtray placed beside him . ❛ let me see . ❜ one finger draws his chin up . transcendent green eyes , flushed face . lu smiles at him , moves her hand over her cheek and then into his hair . ❛ i think so . ❜ she ashes the blunt before sinking back into the couch . ❛ i’m a little bias , though . ❜

#wltzing #( tallulah. )

wltzing‌.

dead weight is no longer held by the door and FALLS to the floor of her entryway . were the surface strictly hardwood , he might have felt more than the faint pang of impact . there will likely be bruises by morning . and kellan will have no recollection of this occurrence , replaced instead by uncertainty as to why his body aches so terribly . he has no motivation to move more than his eyes , gaze skating throughout the room . after a moment of attempting to discern the details of her apartment through double vision , he focuses upon tallulah .

❛ you knew i wouldn’t be home , ❜ he mumbles , turning to bury his face against the rug beneath him , ❛ i'm a busy guy . ❜

a fat wad of hundred - dollar bills lies inside the right pocket of his trousers . the hit was perfectly executed , as they always are . there is no room for error in his profession . kellan rolls onto his back , now staring at the ceiling with a grin . a suspicious one , at that .

❛ reach into my pocket , i have a surprise . . . maybe two surprises , ❜ he giggles , cheeks flushed and tone facetious . ❛ you can have BOTH , if you’re into that . ❜

bent over a rolling tray , muddy hues scrutinizing him while she rolls her tongue across cherry flavored paper . all the usual questions come to mind , deja vu sinks in . when turning a blind eye to nights like these , kellan is the most endearing asshole she’s ever known . plucking a pack of reds from her purse , she steps back over to him .

❛ wow . i must be somethin’ special . ❜ tallulah stands on either side of his body and reaches into his pocket . excitement flips her stomach , ties it in knots . ❛ you’re so thoughtful . look , i left you a surprise , too . ❜ she buries the wad of cash into a pocket in her robe and carries the tray to the couch . ❛ come smoke with me . i took your lighter , too . ❜ sparking his lighter , hoping he’ll drag his dead weight across the room to spare her from such a task .

#wltzing #( tallulah. )

wltzing‌:

drunken frame slouches against tallulah’s front door . he has stumbled home from downtown , a considerable distance . feet are riddled with blisters which bring immense discomfort . fortunately , he is too INTOXICATED to address or wallow in his suffering . the same can be said for his mental grievances , though this is less a favor to kellan and more so to his neighbor . his only thoughts are centered upon the wretched craving of nicotine .

he does not raise a fist to knock . instead , he strikes the door with his forehead . repeatedly , forceful but nothing his inebriated self cannot handle .

❛ talluh – ❜ hiccup , ❛ – lah ! ❜

the entirety of his weight is being supported by the door .

❛ it’s an emergency , i left my cigarettes at the bar , let me in ! ❜

/ @velvetsinners

three cats dive under the shelter of her couch ; already adorned in fresh sheets and pillows . hours slipped by since she bombarded his empty apartment with her demands , and now he does the same to her . thus , tallulah sits at her kitchen table , dissecting a cigar so early in the morning . ❛ must have left his sense there , too . . . ❜ muttered passively to a potted fig tree in the entryway .

she peers through the peephole . an opportunity arises . tallulah steps aside and swiftly pulls the door open .

❛ an emergency ?! why didn’t you say so sooner ? ❜ after sliding the lock back into place , tallulah resumes her spot at the table . ❛ i was trying to drop some off earlier , but somebody wasn’t home . ❜

#wltzing #( tallulah. )

wltzing·:

glory in the highest ! disbelief tugs at his brow , now furrowed as feet carry himself alongside the less - than enthusiastic stranger . dusan looks to her with gratitude , hues sparkling with thanks and little else . at home , where loved ones are weasels and confidants will crack beneath the slightest of pressure , there are no saving graces . the mafia is merciless and there is nowhere to hide , no one to bestow trust upon . although , perhaps he would not possess the troubles he does now , had he never traveled here . america is a land of opportunity , they said : well , they never claimed those opportunities would be fortuitous .

❛ you are angel , too good for this city . please , no time to waste on questions . and DON’T look back . ❜

head cranes , eyes shifting to offer a passing glance to those behind them . a melting pot of citizens and nationals alike , co - existing with little trouble ( on the surface , that is ) . several meters away , he distinguishes the men among deviating lines of new yorkers . they must resemble businessmen to onlookers . convenient for them , surely , but he can detect a russian from bone structure alone . genetics has gifted them the most vexatious of visages . provoking , awfully punchable . dusan sneers before looking forward once more . . . nearly walking into a streetlight .

❛ drkadžijo , gledaj kuda ideš , ❜ said so softly , yet so bitterly to himself .

what about her draws these men in like moths to flame ? all they do is TAKE . for all it’s worth she may be better off pushing him into oncoming traffic . risk outweighs enjoyment . margo reaches for his forearm , pulling him back to her side with a hint of a smile in her remote expression . he’s made himself into a fool in record time . under any another circumstance , perhaps a tolerable fool . ❛ you aren’t coming home with me. i don’t take in strays . ❜ plans have shifted . this man now owes her . her insides are in knots , eyes filled with a betraying array of emotions . ringed hands tug her coat tightly around herself . refusing to lead him to anywhere she deems safe , unwilling to become a target in this meaningless crime . with each step margaret is increasingly aware that she has been roped into another man’s nonsense . she doesn’t see an out . the threat is unknown to her anyway . maybe it’s him . another car passes by ; one headlight already broken . what’s one more ? ❛ do you have a plan ? ❜ her confidence is thinning .

#wltzing #( margo . )

wltzing·:

MISTAKE . oh , that was an enormous error made by someone too old to be so foolish . distant russian echoes from a block away , deaf in comparison to his heartbeat , pulsating in his ears . the mafia has eyes in every neighborhood , hawks awaiting prey who scurry the streets with unpaid debts and targets on their backs , megalithic in comparison to the little rodents who wear them . dusan is a rat in the image we paint . an albino , vision impaired and snow - white coat stark against the black asphalt of brooklyn . he does not stand a chance .

then he spots her . an escape to this endless maze . . . or at least a means to temporary safety . the slender , tantalizing brunette strides past him . confident , sexy , as these american women tend to be . somehow , miraculously , he manages to pick up his jaw from the ground before she’s out of reach . tiresome legs jog to catch up to her .

❛ you . you need to help me . ❜ his expression is pleading , like an aged hound desperate to look like a puppy , more desirable than he’s worth . ❛ let me walk with you or i’m DEAD man , ok ? i’m already dead on inside , don’t let me die on outside , too . please . ❜

perhaps if he is seen with a stranger , the men will elect to pursue him at a later time . less trouble , less confrontation . more time for him to breathe .

/ @velvetsinners

several times she’s considered slipping into a bar . aching feet and wavering nerves nearly tempt her each time . more often than not it proves to be more trouble than a shot of schnapps is worth . besides , time and money went into tonight . nothing stands in her way . except a lone MAN on the path . instinct pierces ego , alarm stirs somewhere within .

initially she plans to cross . avoid him altogether . when the crosswalk light changes , impatience prevails . tread doesn’t change , only the grip of her keys . no glance given , she taps on purposefully . it’s procedure , almost successful . then steps rush to meet her . margaret only stops and turns to see if he’s going to grab for her , but is met with a simple request . it muddies the perception of his intentions . leaves her speechless .

red lips purse , brows pull together . seconds crawl by . he SOUNDS like trouble , but there’s that desperation . ❛ get moving . you’ll make me late . ❜ off again , only unsure now of where to go . few options but to play along , to stay neutral . his fear doesn’t appear misplaced and margaret is aware of things infinitely more dangerous than this graying old dog .

#wltzing #( margo. )

fleurnee·:

❛ with your attention span , i don’t think you can handle much . ❜

her eyes cannot roll harder than they do with this boy . teenagers are troublesome , but this one is a breed of his own . there’s no chaotic intention in his words , slathered with sarcasm and a taste of rebellion . lilith has certainly endured worse , but don’t believe he isn’t a THORN in her side . fortunately , she has ample experience in plucking them . tongue swipes her front teeth behind pursed lips . she doesn’t have any more clever remarks in her arsenal . is she anxious ? atlas is not a particularly sharp thorn , but he has dug himself in deep .

❛ are you going out of town for break ? partying with friends at home ? ❜

she’s taking a RELAXED approach .

❛ uh . . . ❜

scrambling to remember , brows drawing together . no faces come to mind . nobody approached him . a rummage through his backpack brings out a battered planner , in which he pours over for scribbles . a working mom , no dinner , friends fleeing for warmer states . leaning back in his chair , he begins to suspect , squinting accordingly while he crafts a CAREFUL response . ❛ nothing concrete . i was invited to a few things , but it’s all the same shit . ❜ a soft smirk settles into place , a struggle is lost and he falls prey to her aura . each detail of her face and the WEIGHT of her gaze has his stomach sinking .

❛ what about you ? ❜

#fleurnee #( atlas. )

fleurnee‌:

stained - ebony lashes fan shut , for a moment . grimace is unseen , her back turned to the student body . she will COMPOSE a series of notes upon the whiteboard . prompts for the duration of spring break : scenic paintings , sketches of wildlife , something abstract for those who finally plan to be strung - out for a week in cancún . stupid , STUPID children . a buzz echoes throughout the building , followed by an almost unified sigh of relief .

domineering voice is raised — clear as day , her words punctual and precise . ms pad is heard but rarely obeyed . ❛ —– these are only extra credit ! please , if you’re not going on vacation , try to do at least one : you kids have nothing BETTER to do in this town . have a fun break and get out of here . . . ❜ she turns , less force in her tone , ❛ except you , mr hart . i need to have a word with you . ❜

@velvetsinners .

planted in assigned seat, head resting on the ancient backpack his arms encircle , atlas is too busy following the movement of her mouth to hear the bell . it’s SHRILL cry is rarely met with the frantic obligation to rush out , given his last class is considerably his favorite . empty art room , another empty space awaiting him at home . sitting up in grandeur , arms stretch beyond his head . the privacy encourages him .

❛ just one ? ❜ yawn hidden behind a dark sleeve . ❛ better choose carefully . ❜ nothing lures him from his seat yet . he glances at peers racing by the window in utter desperation and then back at ms pad’s figure in her dress . ❛ i guess i could handle a few more , though. ❜ the day’s energy has been solemn . he opts for calm disobedience over his normal self-destructive insubordination .

#fleurnee #( atlas. )

fleshforcash:

head nods as she speaks . strings of the mask are placed behind either ear . latex then smacks against skin as gloves are forced onto calloused hands . nautical hues consider the INSTRUMENTS set upon a wheeled table . he decides against them . no need to poke and prod .

❛ my availability is tight ; you must’ve made it seem like it was an emergency . it’s much the opposite , actually , but ! i still wanna have a look , ok ? ❜

feet bring him closer until he is hovering above her . overhead light is brought several inches nearer . ( why did you wait to do that until after your gloves were on ? ) gently , fingers pull at the right corner of her mouth . his inspection is underway . pink gums and pearly whites indicate that his new patient possesses excellent dental health . brief examination offers a clean history . it proves his deductions regarding the severity of the decay were correct , as well . he does not detect additional irregularities .

❛ yeah , this isn’t a big deal . just the start of a cavity . you were smart to schedule an appointment , though . ❜ gloves are removed with a snap as he relaxes into the backrest . ❛ — i’ll give you a fluoride treatment , that should clear it up . ❜

all of the dentists , audiologists , and general practitioners in the state of illinois could give the same ( tight - lipped ) clean bill of health , yet expect to see her before the years’ end . meticulous in every aspect of life, splaying others open so often she cannot help but to think of herself in such a fashion . unseen imperfections left to rot , like a cavity festering between her teeth . dental bills and rooted caution aside , margo regards schultz with many layers of praise .

❛ my office back home couldn’t get me in for two months , so i called around . ❜ hit the internet , pour through contents , find a silly looking man with a silly german name . better looking in the flesh than the terribly lit photo of him online. ❛ fluoride sounds a lot better than a filling . thank you . ❜

#fleshforcash #( margo )

fleshforcash:

so faint a blemish , nestled between the second and third molars . ( both of the latter fit comfortably at the back her set . MAGNIFICENT ! ) without an x - ray , it would have gone unnoticed by his assistant . of course , he would have discovered the abnormality regardless . a fresh cavity , hidden from plain sight . interproximal , as it were . the most minuscule of flaws , decay only beginning to penetrate enamel . . . from what he can observe on film , at least . if so , he has his work cut out for him . digits pluck fresh latex gloves from a box . a surgical mask is already in hand .

❛ so , margaret , ❜ body collapses onto a swivel stool , which glides beside her . ❛ some minor discomfort on your right side , yeah ? how long has that been going on for ? ❜ / @velvetsinners .

drilling in an adjacent room rises the flesh across sunburned skin with ease . stress born of poor dentistry , the wrong slight of hand . no longer a teenager , fears are faced with the promise of an evening whiskey or three . anxiety wavers , pacified by an alluring mug atop hers . polite smile breaks across orderly white teeth , aware that those skilled in their trade see through even the most opaque of lies . a conversation had from below , hazel eyes peering from overhead lights to doctor schultz .

❛ a bit over a week . ❜ a pause as drilling stops . ❛ maybe closer to two . i made an appointment as soon as i noticed . ❜ fear aside , time nurtures horrible promises . she sits patient and willing , mouth parting for him .

#fleshforcash #( margo )

adeliger:

PER USUAL WITH IMPULSIVE DECISIONS , HE offers no additional thought to his verdict : bärchen will be his . whether that be for a night or a decade , that is not for franz to determine . but to have his devoted scrutiny is a privilege . not to be taken lightly . wrist moves in sedulous circles as to avoid spilling wine as it whirls in its glass . body is always active , never without some motion , impossible to remain stationary . a surplus of energy lies in this dainty being . it manifests in the form of an enchanting ambiance and incandescent simper . the latter is hidden behind his glass , though it does not need to be witnessed in order to be felt . it is a temporary display , fading with realization , an abrupt force which collides with his features . ❛ i know him . . . i know him . ❜

CHAMPAGNE IS DRAINED FROM THE FLUTE and immediately refilled . ❛ that motherfucker broke my chandelier three years ago . he still has that smug , stupid face . ❜ aggravation crawls beneath skin , soothed only when amber eyes lock with brown . franz does not debate the relief which washes over him and vanishes any remnants of negativity from his mind . but he will spend hours contemplating this when nightlife has died and he is alone with his subconscious . ❛ well , ❜ hues shift to study the crowd of humans ; boring , entirely dull if not for the way in which colored lights reflect off their bodies , coated in perspiration , ❛ at least he isn’t your partner . —- does that mean you’re single ? ❜

UNDER THE NAKED SKY A MATCHMAKER saunters into darkness belting american tunes , unaware of his contributions to another’s life . one song melts into another while franz’ very words warp his perception . bass drags , threatens to die before it throbs deep through his frame again and again until the muscle behind his ribs remembers how itself , then takes off racing . empty glass pursued , set gently on the table while warmth washes through him .

CROWD SEEMS TO SUSPEND FOREVER before falling , limbs tracing through the smoky air . this thought takes minutes to construct but only moments to truly execute . bärchen smiles genuinely , incapable of neutrality under the most powerful spell to ever touch him . ❛ it certainly does . ❜ what this might mean to franz captures all of his attention , who seems to know at every syllable what is to come of it . if those lips pulled back over pearl white and told bärchen his future he would likely agree . ❛ i take it you’re not here with somebody . are you the owner ? ❜

WHEN WATCHING TRAINED EYES SLIDE over the masses he knows it already , but his senses crave more , ears straining to each note of his voice paired with the flutter of his hands .

#adeliger #( barchen. )

' please look at me. '

soft angst starters .

TEARS ROLL OVER A FLUSHED FACE . midsection heaves with the air required to keep her rooted to fading reality . little is to be done about the blinding agony upon her fall ; sorrow takes place of pain . shouts stirred witness , he hovers , an outstretched hand in the mirror that doesn’t quite meet its mark . ribbon trembles under hand . the truth of finality breaks her unwavering spirit . head hangs into hands as warm fingers unbind her from the stifling pain of her newest pointe shoes .

TIME FEELS EMPTY AND WASTED much like herself . franz demands attention , reaches into the mess and seeks for eye of the storm . how selfish the bastard is ; she feels small , defeated again without the option to do it all once more . ending after ending . his presence erases hers from view but not before she can catch the image of herself . ❛ could you carry me to bed ? ❜ teary eyes sink into franz’ , arms wrapping around his neck as a willing escape . murmured nonsense , attempts to console fail to reach through the blood rushing in her ears . the floor whisks away beneath them ; she feels light in his arms .

#adeliger #gon get mine more than i get got doe / answered #( margo. )

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&. SOFT ANGST STARTERS.

“please look at me.”

“is s/he really just a friend?”

“i’m just disappointed.”

“you know i’m not like that.”

“don’t give me space. that’s the last thing i want with you.”

“i know you still love me.”

“i can’t think straight with you.”

“why are you so stubborn?”

“don’t do this here.”

“trust me on this.”

“please don’t misunderstand me.”

“you… you never had a problem with it before.”

“i know i shouldn’t be here.”

“what do you mean by that?”

“you deserve more.”

“can you just kiss me? one last time? that’s all i ask.”

“i’m scared.”

“i swear i’ll do things different this time.”

“s/he’s beautiful. i hope s/he makes you happy.”

“i want to believe you, i do.”

“not everyone is going to hurt you.”

“i’m… i’m trying. i really am.”

“i can’t sleep.”

“how long will this go on for?”

“can i hug you?”

“do you ever mean the things you say?”

“you won’t understand.”

“you’re making me think that what they told me about you was right.”

“am i too late?”

#( meme. )

adeliger

HIS WORD IS NOT GOSPEL , BUT HIS CADENZAS ARE .

#ahhhhhhh #adeliger #baby do u even know how good u are #promo.

adeliger:

ARM EXTENDS TO THE UNOPENED BOTTLE of champagne perched inside a standing ice bucket . motions of opening are flawless , innumerable years spent practicing . the act of proving one’s class is considered an art form to him . he is a master . as if on cue , a flute is placed in his hand by a towering man clad in black . his nightclub is like an opera house , and each performance , every detail must be impeccably executed . franz makes sure of this , and that every patron is aware of it . nose scrunches upon learning that the man is german , mildly disappointed but more so appalled that such a human being hails from that miserable nation .

NEVERTHELESS , HE SMILES WITH THE KNOWLEDGE of bärchen’s germanic roots ; better a german than a frenchman . champagne is poured into his glass before setting the bottle back into its cold abode . ❛ deutschland ist . . . unterdurchschnittlich im vergleich zu österreich . ich glaube , sie werden wien mehr genießen als , sagen wir . . . berlin oder münchen . ❜ not that germany is not beautiful in appearance , but no aspect of it comes close to the perfection that is austria . ❛ i saw you enter with another man . —- he was removed from the premises about thirty minutes ago . a complete tool . is he a friend ? a lover ? ❜

STRANDED IN VIENNA WITH ONLY A THIRD of what he owns . another sweep of the floor turns no result ; from the phone shaped outline against his thigh a chain of texts assault silently . panic cannot reach here , velvet ropes shielding from concerns . whiskey rinses this detail away , innately aware of something better out of grasp , though lounging willingly beside him . ounce passes his lips , sinking innocently down his throat . hits back twice as hard . laughter takes him , a few chuffed cackles before a musical sigh . ❛ i dunno . i met him . . . ❜ time is truly meaningless , no clock to sate the appetite . ❛ maybe twenty hours ago . ❜

PERHAPS LACK OF DISAPPOINTMENT IS DUE to lack of expectations . unshackled from responsibility , able to dedicate himself to the social game he’s been invited to . talent opens the door , personality earns him a key . ❛ his name is atlas . we came from seattle after i told him i’d never been here . couldn’t tell you a lick about him , but yeah , he’s a massive tool . ❜ last night bärchen would have rushed into the night , desperate to find his ticket home . these concerns fail to serve him any longer . bärchen has become prey like thousands before him . placed himself among the dozens of earth colored eyes to stare at franz over the rim of his drink .

❛ i didn’t see much before he took me here . he did mentioned getting kicked out before . ❜

#adeliger #( barchen. )

adeliger:

MIND IS SET TO AUTOPILOT , GOING through the motions of pouring liquor into spotless glass while his thoughts are elsewhere . he forgets their surroundings , allows the outside world to disappear , evaporate until only they exist . glencairn glass occupies his left hand , a triple whisky . only the finest , imported from japan . fifty years old . a delicacy . he is positive that his companion will appreciate the extra ounce . the music is softer , less intrusive but nevertheless hips move in time with the rhythm . he feels in somewhere deep in his heart . his soul vibrates with the bass . scarred palm smooths greying locks as he returns .

LIPS CURL INTO A WIDE GRIN , eyes bright with amusement as the man utters this german word . if ears weren’t so finely tuned , he would believe he had heard wrong . ❛ you’re kidding . bärchen ? ❜ never has he heard this name ; the word , yes . as a nickname , of course . but a given name ? he is astounded . and what a poorly fitting name for a grown man ! one so tall , so much larger than franz . he cannot help but laugh . ❛ i love it ! oh my god , i love it . ❜ drink is offered to the other as small figure collapses beside him . ❛ well , little bear . . . is your family austrian ? is that why you’re in vienna ? ❜

AMUSEMENT GIVES ENOUGH INTERMISSION to smoke , blowing proudly through flaring nostrils in what he knows to be an attractive display . among dozens of reactions this is beyond his favorite . throaty giggle , drink brought up under nose , purposeful inhale ending in a delighted exhale . skills behind the bar have gone underutilized for ages , but can still identify the luxury franz has handed to him .

QUESTIONS FAIL TO PLAGUE HIM , answers rolling truthfully out of him , unsure of what encourages it . ❛ no , i hadn’t planned to come . i was invited . ❜ a sweep of the floor turns no results , fails to create concern . from beside him such an immense mix of feelings radiate that his concentration is shot . the rest of the room is merely a minuscule detail . ❛ meine mutter ist kommt aus deutschland . aber ich habe sehr wenig davon gesehen . ❜

#adeliger #( barchen. )

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