eyes to the object . a pale digit taps the surface of it . he likes it——it helps rowan .

it emanates a dull thud as it collides against the matted surface of golden locks . head tilts upwards , meeting the owner of said object . eyes are dark , the circles beneath a deep purple .

blinks once , twice . reaches for the pencil with elongated white digits . it is studied as if it were a bright gem , & without a word , it is thrown back the stranger’s way——barely missing his face .

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acércate .

no tiene por que responder la pregunta . fácilmente toma al joven por su cadera , pálidas manos sobre la suave superficie , para demostrar la cantidad demuestra de afecto que le daría .

mhm .

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‍   ⚰︎ ‍ ‍𝓬urse ‍ℴ𝒻 ‍༼ ‍𝓓𝙀͟𝑨𝙏𝐇 ‍. ‍

/ who gaf

the frail creature has stopped its wailing , warm as teeth digs into the flesh , red caked into the golden strands above his head .

‍   ⚰︎ ‍ ‍𝓬urse ‍ℴ𝒻 ‍༼ ‍𝓓𝙀͟𝑨𝙏𝐇 ‍. ‍

‍   ⚰︎ ‍ ‍𝓬urse ‍ℴ𝒻 ‍༼ ‍𝓓𝙀͟𝑨𝙏𝐇 ‍. ‍

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