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❈ He has to marry, and it is not your hand he takes ❈
⸺⸺⸺ ❋ His ceremonial garb feels heavy. He does not know why he has decided to put it on; perhaps it was the need
❈ He'll bark for you! ❈
⸺⸺⸺ ❋ But now — now Rodrick has a second chance. She is right there, standing all pretty and smiling at someone’s jokes. He imagines her laugh
❈ You look just like everything he'd lost ❈
⸺⸺⸺ ❋ His back pops when he leans down to grab a block of cheese from the shelf. Someone collides into his side with a mut
❈ It may be your last Christmas ❈
⸺⸺⸺ ❋ Fred has been staring at the counter for the past eleven minutes. His hands press into it, palms numb against the corner. He i
❈ He's down on his luck ❈
⸺⸺⸺ ❋ It wasn’t even gradual. The luck was on his side one day, the next — poof. Gone, as if the whole experience had been a dream. A very s
❈ You really shouldn't have gotten into his car ❈
⸺⸺⸺ ❋ He finds it amusing, of course. Kind of romantic, too — the soft rise and fall of the person’s shoulders, the
❈ Your buddy is not too friendly ❈
⸺⸺⸺ ❋ The dream was all dazzling lights and muffled yelps of excitement. He stood on the stage, eyes squinted to see the crowd, fin
❈ He is but a simpering fool for you ❈
⸺⸺⸺ ❋ They haven’t touched him — not yet, at least. Hunter aches for the moment they finally allow for it, longs for the mere p
❈ Watching you is quite a hobby ❈
⸺⸺⸺ ❋ Hank paused just to check if the sole of his shoe was still in its place—worn-out thing he’d postponed fixing up for too long—
❈ Would you like to watch that silly little show together this Sunday? Oh, busy? N-no, it's fine! We can watch it another time! Just... text me, okay? ❋ ⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺ ❋ It’s so fuc
❈ Ah, the charm of the busy streets!.. What's that stick at his feet? ❋ ⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺ ❋ His eyes were closed. It was a moment of rest for him, interrupted by the sound of footsteps
❈ He doesn't quite know if some mythical creature has stolen his slippers, but he is almost certain that he left then by his bed. ❋ ⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺ ❋ “Oh, my back!...” A grunt echoed
❈ This was all their fault! He was way too handsome and smart and charming for this humiliation! ❋ ⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺ ❋ What were they even doing in the forest? He’d been complaining ab
❈ Maybe the heat could be a solution. Maybe that was the answer - to burn the past away in the same way the sun has his hair. ❋ ⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺ ❋ She was tanning. The beach was alm
❈ Grief had many faces. For some, it was the desperation that took over, for others - the pale white of anger. For Theon, grief was a storm cloud. A cloud that he could conq
❈ When mistakes pile up, one usually rushes to fix them. Some would seek the root of the problem, others would take steps to prevent it from happening again. But what if yo
But Vladislav was not the type to let go. No, he made sure to track her down. He knew where she lived, where she worked, how often her elderly neighbor us
Athala carved her name on the hilt of her sword the evening after the fair. Just like her face got carved into the softest parts of Athala’s mind.
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Talking to ghosts was fun until it wasn’t. Sure, they were not the scary, blood-thirsty monsters people made them out to be in all those movies, but they
Wesley remembered the long paths stomped through the grass that stood as tall as a wall. He remembered moving slowly within the labyrinth of someone else’
The sheep’s eyes were glowing in the dark. Not the light glow of the lamp or of the orb or the Moon - just a reflection of the car’s lights. They stared.
Lalia was buzzing. Wether it was the bitter aftertaste of anxiety or the smooth warmth of excitement, she could only do so little to calm herself and avoi
Joel rested among the softest of flowers, just as he always wished to. The canopy of reds and blues and greens surrounded him in his past, his present and
He was just like him. Loud, angry - a red shadow that followed him from the past. Caleb never wanted any of it. Not his eyes, not his hair — certainly not
It was their only difference. The wrinkles. Travis was smiling much more; mom used to tell him that he would look like a scorched up tomato by late thirti
You're too sweet for me!
✿ ✧˖°Oh, how Arthur suffered to get that ring. Not unpleasantly, of course, but if he had any hair it would already be si
Chrysanthemum flowers, for mourning
✿ ✧˖°The words echoed in the back of his mind, teetering the periphery of consciousness that was still
Can't forget the sleeping bag...
✿ ✧˖°And yet even as the self-doubt continued to crawl up Spencer’s throat (and ass), he still ended up in a -sh
I want to smell like Jason Statham!..
✿ ✧˖°“The do you mean, not like me? I smell fantastic!” Spencer raised a brow. “You smell like you had w
It may take a while
✿ ✧˖°Often times Tanner would just stand in the middle of his cramped, dimly lit bathroom, and stare at the way the shadow of