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โ โ i canโt bฬฒeฬฒ what you expect of ๐ฆ๐ ... iโm trying every day with all i do โ but when we're ๐ญ๐จ๐ ๐๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ... oh, then my favorite gift is ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ โก
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he searched for an answer for a while, gazing hard at his own cup. "that's what we must aspire to be,โ to turn a new page the next day, to make up any shortcomings from the previous day. โhold on to that feeling as long as you can.โ
โ โ โ ใ i thought it's work, you know ? it is, don't get me wrong, but โโ every morning i wake up already excited for tomorrow ... is that normal ? ใ growing up he never considered it possible, dreading opening his eyes. โ
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found @ijshartje's cravat from the drawing room โ was it on purpose or forgotten?
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โ โ โ @ellequirenait. โ
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letting out a cough, a violent one at that, its timing lands suspiciously well following that implied โฆ. statement. โi โ uh โฆ. โ he clears his throat a few times, โarendelle is indebted to you, hans.โ which, ever since then, the crown is rarely in a sour mood.
โ โ โ ใ oh, you know ... ใ stunted, which might for the best, that loosened tongue clearly lacking the finesse to camouflage any ... indecencies currently crossing his mind. opting for another drink instead. โ
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piqued is his interest, having found a newfound question to probe, cup raised immediately to a passing server for a silent refill. โhow so?โ while the other may or may not reveal further, it is always interesting to learn more about the young pair.
โ โ โ just her being mentioned has him conjuring up a image, her image, switching out his blurring view for it, that * sอmอiอlอeอ returning. โ ใ oh, i doubt we'd talk much. ใ did he just say that aloud ... ? โ
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+ how ๐๐ผ๐ would do it? assuming i am Her Majesty, right now.โ
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โmust be horrible, i know." he sighs, lifting his cup, forlornly glimpsing at its emptiness. โcould never lie even if my life depends on it,โ lips forcing a thinly lined smile; his wife would smell his act from miles away if he tried. "๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต โ enough with my turn. let us see +
โ โ โ ใ oh ... ! ใ squinting, blinking. trying hard, * rอeอaอlอlอyอ hard to do what usually came naturally, to study the example offered โโ knitting auburn knitting, shoving his chin forth. โ ใ like ... so ? ใ โ
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|. life is kicking me so hard so i apologise for the COMPLETE lack of activity
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+ he was going through a terrible โฆ. case of mid-life crisis. โhans, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด is how i imagine i would look like.โ
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indeed selling an act is a hard feat on its own, more so when his otherwise steely expression he wore most of the time clashes terribly with the purported tortured expression that he now ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ต๐ด to wear โฆ. let's just say it was clear the middle-aged man seemed as if +
โ โ โ to see him, the man navigating through the most heated ( and occasionally frustratingly dense ) verbal conflicts on the daily, struggle to find his words, truly is a gift on its own already ! too bad he likely would not โ ยปโ โ
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relief indeed washes over her, instead luring a wheezing laughter once the funny turn-of-event quickly sinks in her mind. "you were a force to be reckoned with!" alluding to his weight, his stature, stretching the line on her lips further as she laughs more.
โ โ โ ใ goodness, sorry ! ใ did not wake up thinking today would be the day to crush his wife, apparently, but accidents happen ... already pushing himself up, relieving her from his weight. โ ใ are you alright ... ? ใ โ
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+ she confessed, trembling likewise, a stream of tears following suit. โi am no longer your wife, but a ๐ข๐ค๐ฃ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง!โ
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+ from the mess sheโs left on his noble face. โit is i who should apologise โฆ. do yโdo you not realised?โ how such monstrous hunger destroyed the humanity in her, how he did not even ๐ง๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฉ nor fight her back, but simply be. โi have irrevocably harmed you, hans." +
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how could he simultaneously ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ like her husband but not really โฆ. ? "๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ด, ๐ผ๐ตโโ a crack in that hushed voice, distraught yet relieved that he somehow โฆ. lived. โโwhat are you sorry for?โ and she would wipe away the blood on his knuckles, switching attention +
โ โ โ in merely a blink, or so it felt to him, is he * ๐อ๐อ๐อ๐อ โโ but changed, lush green having shifted into something dอaอrอkอeอrอ, having sunk deeper into their sockets, not gasping for air though he must have โ ยปโ โ
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+ "the hardest day after strategising for .... combat."
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+ not talk, at least not at first, lest i risk telling more lies than i should .... well, i would put on the best act and wear the most tortured face as if โ" ๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ญ๐บ lying is not his forte, either. therefore making something up on the fly is twice as hard. "โ i had +
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at last, catching that hint of folly; this play-pretend of a scenario he once shuddered at. "then let us indulge in this ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต-๐ช๐ง ... you know, if i could โ" a moment passed. oh, clearly he did not have such privilege to do this in his prime days, isn't it? "i would +
โ โ โ just barely does he catch the laugh bubbling up & bursting through, turning his head to cough in a * tอeอrอrอiอbอlอeอ attempt to guise disbelief. โ ใ but what * if โโ ? ใ โ
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