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โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ WE ALL KNOW HOW IT GOES: โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ THE MORE IT https://t.co/3ok4qjLNOu THE LESS IT https://t.co/ULWS0cPoWG โ โ โ โ โ
she/they. 21+. mdni.
Joined November 2023
โฃใใโฃ ใใTHE HEALER HAS THE BLOODIEST HANDS.โฃ
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โ โ๐ฎ๐ธอ๐อ๐ฒอ๐ปอ๐ดอ๐๐ โฆ ๐อ๐อ๐อ๐อ๐อ โ
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โ โ๐ฎ๐ธอ๐อ๐ฒอ๐ปอ๐ดอ๐๐ โฆ ๐อ๐อ๐อ๐อ๐อ โ
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โ โ เญญ ห โบโ ( โฐ )โ ๏ฝก๏พโ โโ ๐๐ฐอ๐ปอ๐ปอ๐จ๐๐ข๐ขอ๐จอ๐อ๐ฆอ ใโโ โน
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ใ โ โ โ โ ๐โ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐๐โ๐๐ธโ โ โ โ โ ใ
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โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐ท๐๐ โ ๐๐๐๐โ ๐๐โ ๐๐๐๐โ ๐๐โ ๐๐๐๐๐ โ โ โ โ ๐๐๐โ ๐๐๐๐โ ๐๐๐๐โ ๐๐โ ๐๐๐โ ๐๐๐๐ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐๐๐โ ๐๐โ ๐๐๐๐๐โ ? โ โ
ใ โ โ โ โ ๐โ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐๐โ๐๐ธโ โ โ โ โ ใ
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โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐ณ๐๐๐โ ๐๐โ ๐๐๐๐โ ๐ข๐๐โ ๐โ ๐ถ๐๐โ ๐๐๐ โ ? โ โ
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๐iอlอvอaอnอuอsอ ใstrength of this แฆฯษฏ โโ strength of this แฆส
ฮฑษาฝ .
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๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐๐โ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐โ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐๐ข๐, ๐ ๐ข๐๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ก ๐กโ๐๐ข๐โ ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐. แ
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๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ ๐กโ๐๐. ๐ท๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ค ๐คโ๐๐โ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ขโ๐๐ ๐๐๏ผ แ
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https://t.co/Uvq2NREPt0 i love getting all my replies done at once. kachow
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of the campfire beckoning her closer. the nights were growing cold, and the warmth was welcomed. โ are you going to join me, draven ? โ she asks, sitting daintily on an overturned log. โ iโd appreciate the company. for dinner, i mean. โ โ โ
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โ โ she watches him walk away, shifting to stretch; she bends her body over her legs, hands grasping at the back of her calves. a soft sound of relief leaves her lips. how long had she been praying ? and who had been on the other end ? she gets up to follow him, the smell &&
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โ He scoffed out a breath๏ผthat sickly sweet nature of her voice prickled the hairs along the nape of his neck. He looked away๏ผ โ Whatever I can so long as you eat something. โ He shifts on his heel to walk โฑอ๏ธ โ
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๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐? โ โ โ
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โ iโve never seen you praying, โ she observes. โ a bit curious for a monk. โ head tilts. she was originally just trying to turn the conversation back to dawn, but the statement lingers in the air, too desperate to be simply curious. what she really wanted to ask is simple. ++
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โ โ the same question had been demanded of her a myriad of times in the cloister. โ the lady of lossโ silence is a gift. her absence is a presence, โ she parrots like any learned pupil. but the words are superficial and rote. she wants badly to change the subject. ++
comfortable in silence. a god which never answers. these concepts stir something in dawn that she feels so distinctly it disturbs her. her face never changes. but she tastes the bile, all the same. that stirring is not enough to โ
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more to convince me to lie back in strange tents. โ โ โ โ
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an arch to her brow. it wouldnโt hurt to put on a bit of a show, would it ? shadowheart sits on the ground where baphomet points, long legs crossed at the ankles as she leans back on her palms. โ donโt mistake this for blind obedience, โ she says. โ it usually takes much ++
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โ โ โ not even a ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ? โ she teases, entering the tent. she looks around at the collected flora, the different glowing specimens. a curious looking mushroom peaks over a shelf, seemingly colonizing its space. the tieflingโs instruction โ almost demanding โ brings ++
once inside its tent, baphomet gestures for shadowheart to step inside to join them. the violet glow of her hellfire eyes burns brighter in the low light, its tent softly illuminated by fluorescent specimens she's harvested in the underdark. โ โ โ "come here," she insists, ~
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โ โ โ she looks at her hands when she notices his eyes flicking to her palms; thereโs a noticeable tremor. perhaps heโs right. โ do i ? what are you going to cook for me, draven ? โ she sits back, the backs of her thighs against her heels, flirtatious as ever. โ โ โ
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โ His head hung to observe her๏ผtaking notice of the slight quake within her palms. โ Youโve been there for hoอurs๏ผโ He began๏ผhis tone more irritated than concerned ; of course it wasnโt intentional. โ You โฑอ๏ธ โ
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green eyes peeking in between the tentโs opening. a slew of bottles and mortars dot the floor; that explains the constant clinking from its pack. โ โ โ
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โ shadowheart watches the tieflingโs twitching tail as she saunters away, following only after a moment. she canโt seem too eager. โ iโll be rather impressed if youโve managed to set up an alchemy laboratory in that little tent. โ she pauses at baphometโs tent, ++
smugness saturates her expression. so ๐ต๐ฐ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ๐บ. "my tent. i doubt you'd find anywhere nearby as well equipped for such things," her tone implies that shadowheart should already know this. baphomet pockets the venom and saunters off towards their tent. ...tail wagging.
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