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i moved blogs and will be archiving this acc ! if we have threads, please tag me when you reply !

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i moved blogs and will be archiving this acc ! if we have threads, please tag me when you reply !

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i moved blogs and will be archiving this acc ! if we have threads, please tag me when you reply !

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i moved blogs and will be archiving this acc ! if we have threads, please tag me when you reply !

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i moved blogs and will be archiving this acc ! if we have threads, please tag me when you reply !

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i moved blogs and will be archiving this acc ! if we have threads, please tag me when you reply !

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i moved blogs and will be archiving this acc ! if we have threads, please tag me when you reply !

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📣 starter call ! — i updated my muse list so if anyone wants a random one-liner from any of my muses, please like this post !

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"so, what? i'm just supposed to watch you fall in love with someone else? act like it doesn't matter to me? i can't do that. you can't ask me to do that. i can't. i just can't."

“you make it sound so easy, but life isn’t easy like that. once something good happens in my life a range of mess occurs shortly afterwards. i don’t want that to affect us, i can’t let it.”

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anyone else and donovan would have been inclined to agree. it was just one night, nothing worth spending the rest of his life hung up on. but this was elisa—elisa, who he'd wanted so long. elisa, who he could never forget. "is that really what you want?" he asks. "because—i just—i can't just forget you, elisa. that'd be like asking me to forget my own heart."

"just because we want something, doesn't necessarily mean we get to have it." elisa points out with a sigh. she wanted to move forward with donovan, but something was stopping her. "i think..i think it's best if we just forget any of this ever happened, yeah?" it was a reasonable request, but was it possible?

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"not paint," she corrects, "sculpt." although she might have to paint some parts of him, come to think of it, so he wasn't completely off base. "i promise it won't be anything salacious. i'm thinking of having a canvas with someone's arm stretching out, and their bust kind of like, submerged in water? i haven't decided if i want to use resin to make the water pop or what, but i'm painting the canvas, obviously. it's my senior project."

"are you going to paint me like one of your french girls?" jack asks with a stupid grin. after he laughs at his own joke, he regains his composure and tilts his head to the side, looking at the other. "i mean, if it'll help with your art...sure. i don't really know what modeling for sculptures consists of, but count me in."

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how blessed was he, that the way to forgiveness was precisely the thing which ezra most wanted? already his hand is sliding up her back, fingers combing through her dark locks and gripping tight. "easy," he says, tugging to tip her head back and expose the bare skin of her neck. he had a hunger for her that was insatiable, ravenous, and because of that he tried his best to be gentle, lest he split her apart, break her in some way. she was too delicate, too precious for him to do such a thing, but if that's what she wanted, that's what she's getting. who was he, anyway, to deprive his heart, his whole fucking world of what she so deeply desired? his free hand slides down from her waist to rub languidly at her core, wanting to feel her panties soak through before he continues. "are you sure you can handle it, darling?" his nose rubs against her cheek, his breath hot on her face. "you really gonna let daddy just take what he wants from you?" he hisses, lips curling upwards into a smirk. "christ. such a good girl for me, aren't you? my sweet girl. all for me."

on paper he shouldn't be a guy cecilia cared about, she had been all for beefy jocks and egotistical trust fund babies and yet somehow ezra had managed to worm his way behind her defences and now she was left feeling things for him — a lot of things. "you know they were", femme grumbles, though the anger has seeped out of her voice since he started laying kisses on her skin. "you didn't even introduce me, i mean i'm so much better than them and they'd know it if they knew who i was." she didn't doubt ezra's adoration of her, it was as plain as the difference between day and night. but try telling her envy and pettiness that when he's spending time with mediocre old friends. "mm ... " momentarily loses her train of thought as his mouth moves down along her neck, lost in how comforting his lips are on her skin. "i want you to fuck me", she breathes, fingers moving to run through his hair. "but however you want. i want you to show me how much you want me." if she told him letter by letter what she desired he'd do it, so where was the effort in that? no. cecilia wanted her boyfriend to work for it.

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"oh yeah? so why are you still here then? because it seems to me like you still want me around. otherwise you would have never shown, no?"

“ does it look like i care ? because i don't . ”

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"so what's my name, then? or are you just calling me babe because you don't remember it?"

“ c'mon , you know i didn't forgot your name , it was a mistake . come back to bed , babe . ”

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"sorry, sorry. i was calling your name on my way over but i kind of zoned out just now." he shakes his head. "it's good to see you. how have you been?"

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"happy? i don't care about happy. i only want you. whether that makes me happy, miserable, or sad, it doesn't matter. i just want you."

"but would it make us both happy? is it, this, really what you want?"