oh , men are frail
give them the rope and they'll hang themselves
oh , men are frail
give them the rope and they'll hang themselves
and my heart don't wish to roam
and my heart don't wish to roam
“Is it my indulgence or yours, lass?” he inquired, his words a whip in the stagnant air. “Ice cream first. There should be one downtown, a small little thing. Right next to a flower shop.”
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‷ Ahh I see then —— ‴ returning the needed affection and gratitude . Scratching at the bottom of his chin with a single finger , breath into his ear . ‷ I can . . . service my diligent mage ‴ a sensual suggestion .
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“Is it my indulgence or yours, lass?” he inquired, his words a whip in the stagnant air. “Ice cream first. There should be one downtown, a small little thing. Right next to a flower shop.”
❝ A wizard .ᐣ I've only ever met witches. Are you in town to visit the Academy .ᐣ ❞
Expression freezing with furrowed confusion —— before realizing its lack of seriousness .
‷ Hardly . If satisfying myself satisfies you , Merlin . . . I wish to find a retro ice cream parlor ‴ blank expression , eyes enlarging with excitement .
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--; 15 years? Seemed like a lifetime ago when I was first conscripted to the army.
On my birthday, a man clad in armor appeared in my village to take every able man, 15 to 45, into the king's foolish war.
Lucky me, I just made the cut.
--; 15 years? Seemed like a lifetime ago when I was first conscripted to the army.
On my birthday, a man clad in armor appeared in my village to take every able man, 15 to 45, into the king's foolish war.
Lucky me, I just made the cut.
Wrapping coiling tail around his waist constricting against him while her head finds the between of his chest .
‷ You wouldn't make for good sustenance anyways . . . ‴
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I might eat my servant not my fault
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOpen Invitation.ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOpen Invitation.ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐈⠀ 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 ⠀𝐲𝐨𝐮⠀ 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐈⠀ 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 ⠀𝐲𝐨𝐮⠀ 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅.
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“My ‘retirement.’ I see,” he started, his eyes drifting elsewhere. Rapid thoughts converge and separate, flickering off in bursts of light before becoming one with the void. The mage that stood within —
‷ call me whatever you'd like you precarious wizard ... ‴
eyes darting up at them in a side gaze that could kill — as of daring him not to come up with something ' creative '
" i've been mean in and to speak about your ... ( retirement )
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His arms folded upon each other beneath his robe. “And —
“My ‘retirement.’ I see,” he started, his eyes drifting elsewhere. Rapid thoughts converge and separate, flickering off in bursts of light before becoming one with the void. The mage that stood within —