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@shambledsurgeon.bsky.social

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โ € โ € โ› oh , yeah , i would love to get my handโ€™s ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ you . thereโ€™s a darkness to his tone , one that plays on his epithet . โ € โ› to learn exactly where every blood vessel ๐–ฌบ artery crosses , the weight of your heart , size of your lungs . i would ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ to learn that . brows furrow , he hadnโ€™t ยป โ €

๐“œ๐„๐“โ›ค๐‹@scrapofthesea.bsky.social ยท 2y ago

For once, Eustass' head moved obediently, His molten sights fixating upon the inked up man upon his shoulder. His lone, warm hand moving up to grip the surgeons thigh to hold him in place. The devils grin upon his painted lips. "You'd do anythin' to get your hands on me wouldn't you. >

โ € the blue tinge envelopes both , he thought about replacing the rocks with himself again , but there was something else . a sneer just as devilish , if not more than , the punk captainโ€™s own graces his features . fingers shift ๐–ฌบ heโ€™s sat upon the redheadโ€™s shoulder , replacing that gaudy coat ยป โ €

๐“œ๐„๐“โ›ค๐‹@scrapofthesea.bsky.social ยท 2y ago

" You ran away ~ I wont ever say that shit to you. Come back when you get over your fear of raw power. "

โ‚Š โŠน .เณƒเฟ๐๐ข๐œ๐จ ๐‘๐จ๐›๐ข๐ง*เณƒเผ„ ึด เฃช๐–ค๐™ท๐šŠ๐š—๐šŠ ๐™ท๐šŠ๐š—๐šŠ ๐™ฝ๐š˜ ๐™ผ๐š’ึด เฃช๐–ค โ˜† โ˜… โœฎ โ˜… โ˜† โ˜… โœฎ โ˜… โ˜† โ˜… โœฎ โ˜… โ˜† โ†บ + โ™ก โ‚Š โŠน

โ‚Š โŠน โ €โ €โ €โ €"๐–ฒ๐—‚๐—‡๐–ผ๐–พ ๐—‚๐—† ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐—๐—‚๐—‡๐—€, ๐–จ'๐—…๐—… ๐–ฟ๐—‚๐—€๐—๐— ๐—๐—ˆ ๐—๐—‚๐—‡!" โ €โ €โ €โ†บ + โ™ก โŠน

โ € โ € โ› i did NOT run away , iโ€™m keeping you out of slicing distance , very kind of me donโ€™t you think .แฃ you should thank me for not electrocuting you . his tone is playful , but heโ€™s definitely not joking . โ €

๐“œ๐„๐“โ›ค๐‹@scrapofthesea.bsky.social ยท 2y ago

" Stop running away from me then ! " He'd yell out, A sharp smile kissing his crimson lips.