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this  blog  is  now  an    archive.      if  you  are    still  interested    in  writing  with  selene  /  would  like  to  actually  write  with  her ,   you  can  follow  her  on  her  new  blog  with  the  same  url.   (  @genetictraitor  ) 

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this  blog  is  now  an    archive.      if  you  are    still  interested    in  writing  with  selene  /  would  like  to  actually  write  with  her ,   you  can  follow  her  on  her  new  blog  with  the  same  url.   (  @genetictraitor  ) 

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this  blog  is  now  an    archive.      if  you  are    still  interested    in  writing  with  selene  /  would  like  to  actually  write  with  her ,   you  can  follow  her  on  her  new  blog  with  the  same  url.   (  @genetictraitor  ) 

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this  blog  is  now  an    archive.      if  you  are    still  interested    in  writing  with  selene  /  would  like  to  actually  write  with  her ,   you  can  follow  her  on  her  new  blog  with  the  same  url.   (  @genetictraitor  ) 

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this  blog  is  now  an    archive.      if  you  are    still  interested    in  writing  with  selene  /  would  like  to  actually  write  with  her ,   you  can  follow  her  on  her  new  blog  with  the  same  url.   (  @genetictraitor  ) 

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this  blog  is  now  an    archive.      if  you  are    still  interested    in  writing  with  selene  /  would  like  to  actually  write  with  her ,   you  can  follow  her  on  her  new  blog  with  the  same  url.   (  @genetictraitor  ) 

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this  blog  is  now  an    archive.      if  you  are    still  interested    in  writing  with  selene  /  would  like  to  actually  write  with  her ,   you  can  follow  her  on  her  new  blog  with  the  same  url.   (  @genetictraitor  ) 

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this  blog  is  now  an    archive.      if  you  are    still  interested    in  writing  with  selene  /  would  like  to  actually  write  with  her ,   you  can  follow  her  on  her  new  blog  with  the  same  url.   (  @genetictraitor  ) 

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#LEADERS!!!

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reasons you should frick me:

my hair is really soft and it’ll feel nice balled up in your fist when you take me from behind

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“it’s just a dress.”

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dievoted‌ ,   helo

  eyes focus on her stomach,  brows furrowing together as she gestures towards the small movement that is seen in her stomach,  and helo can’t help but smile and laugh slightly as selene moves his hand down to her stomach,  because he knows exactly what it is.     whiskey irises doesn’t look at her stomach anymore,  but her features,  warmed by the sunlight that leaks into her home.          ‘     it’s a kick,  baby,     ‘     helo tells her,  thumb rubbing over the swell of her stomach,  remembering when they would read about pregnancy in manticore   –   to learn information that would benefit them in all areas.         ‘     that’s the baby letting us know to keep it down out here,     ‘     helo teases,  reaching his other hand to palm her jaw to comfort her.

maybe she doesn’t remember the books,   or the classes.    or maybe it wasn’t as high of a priority to them  ----  her genetics were   twisted   and her survival on her own made the possibility of ever   having children   of her own almost non - existent.    but she’s standing here,   her stomach growing    more and more    and she feels her cheeks blush as she realizes her mistake.    ‘ oh ,  ‘   selene murmurs gently,  feeling comfort and warmth at his touch.   the feeling dissipates,    and her ever present grin returns to her features once more.    her hand covers his,  before she leans slightly into him.    ‘  do you think it’s going to be a boy or a girl?   i think it’s gonna be a boy.  ‘

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geneticassassin‌ ,   apollo

it feels foreign to talk to her about this,  like something of the past   –   like he’s experienced it with someone else.     he talks about the moment with on edge tension that he’s sure she can feel it settle in her bones.      apollo doesn’t understand,  how even after all of these years,  he still gets nervous around her.     a part of him wonders if she remembers one of the last few moments they shared together before she was captured by manticore and yanked from him before their lives could start.     he pauses a moment,  before he reaches into his pocket,  searching for something before pulling out a case,  and popping it open   –   revealing a ring.         ‘      this is yours.     i don’t know if you want it anymore,  or if you want to pawn it,  or whatever.     but   –   ah,  that’s yours.     ‘

she can see how nervous he looks,   and there’s something inside of her --- something she can’t quite   place   that feels different.   she wonders if her presence   hurts,   and the thought is enough to make her swallow thickly.    she doesn’t want to hurt him.   she knows that to be the truth.     as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small case,  she can’t help but look at the ring.   their relationship was important ,   it had to have been for a ring to be involved.   she can see his hesitation and his nerves,    and the only thought that seems to go through her head is how to make it    disappear.    ‘  oh  wow.   that’s  ---  that was for me?  ‘    she takes in a breath as her hands surround his own,   gently holding onto his wrist before she looks up at him again.    ‘  i do.   still want it.   if you want me to have it.    if you still  ----  ‘    she stops herself before she can ask,  but the thought lingers.     (  if you still want to spend the rest of your life with me.  )

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if his heart was   any indication   of what he was thinking about,  she’d guess that her initial question had an affect on him.   her memories came in   waves   --- some days easier than others.    she was still trying to decide if today was one of those days or not.   she barely remembers the day,  the original memory corrupted with    manticore’s mark:     he never loved you.   he was using you.    no one has ever loved you.    you’re nothing.     even now,  her jaw was clenched tight as she tries to remember what was real.  with his help,   she starts to remember.    ‘  i ---  ‘  she pauses,  her voice cracking under the weight of his admittance before she clenches her fists,  nails digging into her skin before releasing.   ‘  you told me . . .  you said you had feelings for me that night.   and i asked you to repeat yourself.   but i   heard you   the first time.    i think i just wanted to hear you say it again.   ‘

@genetictraitor  ,    terminal city sc

you loved me    –   real or not real?     apollo is taken aback from the words,  heart racing like he’s back at her house,  sitting on her couch,  admitting his feelings for the first time all over again.      selene has trouble deciphering the difference between manticore’s imprints on her memories,  and what is actually her own.     he’s been there once before,  and she helped him find the light   –   and now he promises to do the same.          ‘     real.     ‘

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his words do nothing to calm her down.   they knew.    that’s the only reasonable explanation she has as to why all eyes seemed to be fixated on her.   she keeps her distance --- away from him and from everyone else  ---  her senses seemingly on   overdrive   as she walks away from the city center.   ‘  maybe they have a reason to be,  ‘  she murmurs,  biting at the inside of her cheek until the   taste of rust    fills her mouth.    ‘  they know i was loyal to   them.    they’re afraid.  ‘    it’s more an observation than anything,  but even as the words fall from her lips,  she feels a sliver of   sadness   at the realization.

@genetictraitor  ,    terminal city sc

‘     it’s okay,      ‘       apollo assures,  looking back at selene.     the thing is:  he’s not the only one looking at her,  those around them in terminal city turned to look at the newcomer with absolute wary.     a stranger can easily mean a threat so some people don’t take kindly to new faces in what is supposed to be their home.          ‘      they’re just nervous.     ‘