โธป ๐“‘๐‘ณ๐‘จ๐‘ช๐‘ฒ ๐“ข๐‘ผ๐‘ต. ๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€โšง๏ธ

@naasfilrah.bsky.social

โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝโ„ฏ ๐“…๐“‡๐’พ๐’ธโ„ฏ โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €๐’ฒโ„ฏ ๐“…๐’ถ๐“Ž ๐“‰โ„ด ๐“๐’พ๐“‹โ„ฏ

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โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €"๐•€ ๐•จ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•๐•–๐•’๐•ฃ๐•Ÿ! ๐•€ ๐•จ๐•š๐•๐• ๐•˜๐•ฃ๐• ๐•จ! ๐•€ ๐•จ๐•š๐•๐•... โ„•๐•–๐•–๐•œ๐• !"

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"an apology?" a slightly rattly exhale accompanies the black sun's movements as he shifts to give anduin his full attention, his head tilting slightly as pale white-gold eyes briefly sweep over the king's form, perhaps instinctively ensuring he is okay. "i will always have time for you, +

โ€” ๐“. ๐‘พ๐’“๐’š๐’๐’@noblestaspirations.bsky.social ยท 2y ago

". . . Naas." soft, a voice implores @naasfilrah.bsky.social; wavering a little, like a plant stem in the wind, underlined with a vague uneasiness. "Do you have time to talk? I believe I owe you an apology. Or. . . several dozen."

๐“ฝhe ๐“ซ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐“ผ๐™ช๐™ฃ ๐“ฐ๐™ค๐™™ โธป โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €โ €๐—ก๐—”๐—”๐—ฆ๐—™๐—œ๐—Ÿ๐—ฅ๐—”๐—›.

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