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ᱸ⁎ ⁺˳ 🐇 ˚◞ so 𝒾 turned to the 𝔤arden 𝑜𝒻 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴, that so many sw𝑒𝑒𝓉 f𝓁owers b͏o͏r͏e͏⠀ཾ༵ 𑁍
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this was always going to happen. she’s been dead since the beginning.
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﹙ my beauties . to the girls gays theys … i have so much muse. i am so desperate for lengthy sls and connections … want to post a lil LIKE for a dm to discuss sls but is that embarrassing what if no one likes it. i will die.
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ᖭི ༏ ᖫྀ 𝓈tarter call ⁎ ————— ꒒͟i͟k͟e͟ this tweet for a starter, with context included ( 3 ˖ tweets in length ╱ ૨͟e͟t͟w͟e͟e͟t͟ for a direct message to discuss in depth storylines.
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head. “ that would be too tellin’. not yet. but look - are you .. is what they say true .. ﹖ there are people who wish to rebel .. ﹖ ”
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whispers flow steadily within the walls of a tavern. the suppling of ale brings forth wild opinions, daring promises of violence, cries of discontent. and ebba, she hears all. eyes firmly fixed on the other, she gave a gentle shake of her
Aislin rarely went to taverns———not since the militia came into existence. They had no name. They did not need one. What they needed was strength, people, swords; a place. How she had learned of their existence, she did not know. She looked her up and down———poor clothes, »
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“ i was told you kept the company of … ” voice barely a whisper, head bowed briefly, “ rebels. ” teeth sinking to lips, breath stuck in her throat. “ i can offer you a place to meet. safety. if you shall let me join. ” ༉ @RageOfRiona
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ㅤㅤ⊹⃝ㅤㅤ𝐀𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 ㅤㅤwas ㅤㅤbetter thanㅤㅤ𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, better ㅤㅤㅤthan ㅤㅤ𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧,ㅤㅤㅤbetter ㅤㅤㅤㅤthan ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵.ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 ㅤ𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 ㅤ𖬺ㅤㅤ𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 ㅤ𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 ㅤ𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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of her head. “ it’s a daft show for the rich fellas who can’t ever be beaten. why do you fancy it .. ﹖ not sayin’ you won’t do well if you’re goin’ for it — but .. you know. ”
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contemplative nod, she took a swig of her own ale, a wince at the taste. gods, it really wasn’t much better than the flea bottom excuse for drink. “ mm, well, would be a shame to see your face all smashed in. ” light jest, with a shake
"Aye, I grew up as an orphan in Flea Bottom." He took another sip, not wanting to dwell on his poor upbringing too much. "Yes, for the tourney. Why do you ask? You sound disappointed." He teased her.
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small chuckle, she sat back against the counter, little nod of agreement. “ and is that where you’re from, ser .. ﹖ ” genuine curiosity, eyes upon the strange knight. “ ah shite, are ya ﹖ for the tourney .. ﹖ ” chin in her hand.
"It's okay, it can't be much worse than the swill the merchants sell in Flea Bottom." He scoffed and raised the cup to his lips to take a swig. "Ashford and then to who knows where."
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𓆸 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 like, it was stone ⋆ 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖾 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 .ᐣ 𝖺 𝗱𝘆𝗻𝗮𝘀𝘁𝘆, ⠀ like 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 ❕ ⠀ ⠀
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଼⠀⁎ ✿ 𝓒alls …
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“ i confess, it’s not the nicest … but it’ll keep you warm inside. ” ebba smiled lightly, gentle push of the cup towards him. “ where are you travellin’ to, then, dunk .ᐣ if you don’t mind my askin’. ”
“I would love one.” He replied as he tried not to sound too eager and keen, but the grateful smile that spread over his lips gave enough away.
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another .ᐣ if he is cut open, does he bleed coin and coppers .ᐣ not that she can complain … trade is usually — slow. “ i am afraid most drink mead, blindingly strong — you’re sure you want that, milord .ᐣ ”
“ 𝓪nother round , then ! whatever folk favour most around .. here . “
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such bleak words ᵎᵎ now, now, no need. it is always excellent to irritate and agitate with words. the leave deeper scars than she might like to admit. as for men, it goes without saying, women are smarter. that they can agree on.
her words will leave no mark for she is no one and she will simply, rather foolishly, lose her head. women need to be smarter than men. they are... more resilient then men and if they wish to leave a mark on this world... they must live to do so.
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attention now, anyhow. “ you are troubled … by what he said .ᐣ ” ebba murmured, half questioning, half stating. what sort of response she sought, however, was as unknown to her as she supposed it would be unknown to the lady.
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