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β ββ β βββ βββ πΈππ βββ β ββ οΌπππππππ. β@eternelsonges.bsky.social Β· 2mo agosuddenly, the rest of the realm decides to keep you even busier. I hate them all." right hand slid along the back of his neck, digging nails into the flesh possessively as he let out a sigh of utter frustration. "it is cold when I sleep, too . . . and you were not here last night to warm me."
