[ it feels like needles β no, something more subtle. a cold draft β prickling against his nape. he touches it, and as soon as his hand lifts, it ebbs its way back. ]
[ where is this coming from? heβs alone. he /has/ to be. ]
...iβll have to put up the flags again.
[ tired sigh. ]
anauel.
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#OCRP #MVRP
anauel.
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γ That it is. The feeling of being watched never quite leaves. γ
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Through the glass twenty stories high, I have watched this city burn.
anauel.
normally wouldn't share something like this but can you vote for my mom please
I donβt want to be a god. I want to be me.
Bash?? Bash!! Bash!! Bash!!!!!!!!!!!!
I donβt want to hurt you, but the more times I go back, the worse I fear things will be.
