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͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏𖹭 . liricies ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏𖹭 . coqetties
͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𖹭 . violinios ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏𖹭 . cooelhitas
͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𖹭 . balletie ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏𖹭 . mellirius
͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏𖹭 . dollirios ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏𖹭 . astruosie
͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏𖹭 . renaisces ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏𖹭 . lluacies
͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏𖹭 . orchestries ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏𖹭 . kooriou
͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏𖹭 . hooilies ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏𖹭. onarteus
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One thing I love about me is that if you were, or are, an important person to me, I'll cherish every our memories somewhere. Whether it could be a painting, or a poem, a photo, the mug you gave me after coming back from Madrid, or the package of the biscuit you offered me in that caffe. A piece of you will always be part of me, and will sit peacefully somewhere in my house next to piles of books and the sweet scent of orange and bergamot.
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No one should be used to strictness and arrogance.
We are created beings
...to delicacy 🖤
- Anne James
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Chapter 15
“Nobody looks after you the way that it matters.” Azriel said quietly. “Is it wrong of me to want to do so?”
Elain swallowed then, at a loss.
“It’s only that-” Azriel paused, speaking very softly, “I should very much like to look after you,” he said, his voice smooth and deep, “in whatever way you might allow me.” His eyes did not leave his book.
Elain realized then, that the request wasn’t just for her benefit.
It was because Azriel had a need to do so. A need left unfulfilled for five hundred years.
Elain’s gaze held all the tenderness in the world as she looked at the shadowsinger, all haunted eyes and long lashes and brooding shadows and ancient wings and the holy, perfect mess that was Azriel.
This.
This alone was worth defying every star in the night sky for.
What Bloomed in the Darkgarden by ehoney on AO3.
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Do you ever just want be tender?
To the ones that are untouchable, hard on their self, do you EVER want to be tender, and soft and kind and delicate? So delicate that only the kindest hands could hold you properly?
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The feminine Urgency to look like This;
(I am turning into Elizabeth from austria)
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