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⌗̲ ﹕ 𝚁𝙴𝚅𝑬𝙽𝙰𝙽𝚃 .
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⠀ a yawn slips from her maw. nightmares, as usual, providing no actual rest. ⠀
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the lack of grime upon his persons did as well. ‘ where you come from stranger ?’
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‘ not many ‘round here do .’ accented tones declared, finishing the task before her prior to peering at the stranger, silently grateful his own gape was otherwise occupied. ‘ though you don’t seem like you’d know that .’ not only did his attire indicate unfamiliar territory,
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ there was no room for an interrogatory without dwelling on details or giving pass to further intel that might lead into exposing own, or organization's plans. the raven wasn't one of a lot of words cont. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀
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gaze. ‘ ya’ never know … stopping has it’s benefits. is that what 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 intendin’?’
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creating something altogether foreign to the revenant. deducing its origin at that current moment was seemingly impossible for, as she reached for a result, it merely slipped through clasping fingers. nevertheless, she did not waver, rather noting the sudden comfort in weighty
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his own hand or thrust upon him remained unseen, intriguing to say the least. though the days had stretched out before her, monotonous in their own right, a sensation stirred at her core she had not felt since her ‘return’. intrigue and unease twirled in a delicate dance,
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attempting to navigate the pools of obsidian boring into her cranium, 𝑝ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑠 of the past stir within their depths; a hint of fury and recognition noted. he had seen death —————— that was apparent. very few who traveled without ties had not. however, whether it was by
⠀ he doesn’t interrupt. not when she steps forward. not when the word ghost settles between them. something in his expression tightens — not anger, not pity. recognition. his attention sharpens, fully claimed now. the space between them is different. charged, but controlled.
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you took my death, give me your death instead. ﹨ i gave you life. ﹨ but death is what i ask. alive, i never could escape your love.
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‘ the name’s piper .’ she stated, grateful his eyes remained forward. ‘ who is this little one ?’
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not ignore the advancements in communication that began to permit humankind to flourish once more, bringing people together with a single strand.
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body she now tied to feeling as foreign as the life that was sprawled before her. in many ways she still felt … dead. however, even she could
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‘ perhaps you’re right .’ a moments contemplation, breath slipping from parted maw quickly afterwards. in many ways, it felt to the contrary; the very
“...” He didn't want to talk about that , didn't want to think about it because it was - — traumatic enough to witness it , “But still we keep on keepin ' on , ” A glance down to the sleeping child against his chest , then back out to the world before the pair. →
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be a bit too new to start experimentin’ on people just yet.’
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first stranding, leaving most ill-equipped for lengthy interactions; the phobias that accompanied DOOMS did not help, of course. ‘ then again drawbridge might
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‘ same agenda, different name if ya’ ask me .’ she stated blatantly, eyes fixated upon the horizon. conversation was few and far between after the
“Drawbridge - yeah ... ” There was an awkward dress that came from Sam , he didn't mean to be but - biote in his mouth , the soft crunch was heard.
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