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palm settles 'pon lower spine in a touch light as a swan's feather, yet ever so insistent in the way pads tap on each vertebra to draw attention ——— is her presence so easy to ignore, 𝓁𝑦𝑐𑁍𝑟𝑖𝓈 ‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ ‏‏‎ 𝕽ᴬᴰᴵᴬᵀᴬ.﹖

曦.⠀⠀⠀⠀it's so over now that triple trouble is back together.

that flower—mouth surely speaks of only the sweetest things, almost saccharine. a simper tugs on brim's edges, brightening features that 𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 threatened poison mere moments ago.

a kiss bestowed on brow, another beneath the fluttering of lashes ——— right above the apple of cheek. anger will never find a home in this heart of hers when it comes to her sweet rose.

⠀ ⠀for interaction purposes, please give the ⠀post a 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 -—- length may vary, ⠀limited to * 𝒎͟𝒖͟𝒕͟𝒖͟𝒂͟𝒍͟𝒔 only. slow activity. ⠀