there are two wolves inside you. one is just like chip jrwi fr. the other wants to make out with chip jrwi. you are me.
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Hey chip kissers, need your help,,,
I got an Itty bitty crush on my girl Jay ferin but
I do not know of jay ferin kissers anywhere and I figured you guys would know <3
thank yewww
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i would do anything for chip jrwi. if he made a cult i would join it🫶
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NRC'S PAINT CHIP PROJECT! — lilac snow
"the soft gentle chill of winter. sleeping under a tree & snuggling for warmth."
Silver is a sight to behold.
People at NRC don’t appreciate his facial features enough. It’s always Vil this and Leona that and sometimes even whispers about Malleus, but never his quiet guard. Silver, with his silky platinum hair and shimmering violet eyes. Silver, with his soft smile and gentle voice. Silver, with his strength and limitless kindness.
And you’re lucky enough to call him yours.
Ramshackle’s front lawn was coated in fluffy white snow, the chill of the breeze carrying snowflakes down to the Earth. You look over at Grim, who's sitting in the kitchen and clutching a mug of hot tea in his paws. He’s staring out at the world outside, comfortable in the very minimal heat Ramshackle retains. Silver is a little ways down your walkway with a shovel, scooping up snow and tossing it away from the stone path. You clutch the hot tea closer to your chest, watching him just in case he starts to get tired.
Of course, he isn’t Malleus’s guard for nothing. This is nothing to him.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?” you call out, brow furrowing.
He turns back to look at you and smiles, and you nearly pass out.
“You’ve asked me that seven times now.” he says softly, shaking his head, “I’m okay. You should go inside.”
“Don’t want to leave you alone out here.” you mumble, taking a sip of the tea to hide your undoubtedly flustered facial expression. “Seems cruel.”
“It’s not.” he murmurs, stabbing the shovel through the snow to keep it in place, “What would be cruel is it I made you stay out here to keep me company.”
“It’s not like it’s warmer in Ramshackle. Damn place has swiss cheese for walls.” you huff, and Silver laughs.
You almost drop your tea, you're so shocked. Silver schools his face to seriousness again, and you wish you could plead for him to show you that beautiful sound again.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you. You’re funny.” Silver offers you his hand, “Tell you what, I’ll take a break with you. Let’s get you warmed up, okay?”
“I should be saying that to you.” you pout, taking his hand.
Silver’s expression softens. He leans in and kisses your forehead, stealing the breath from your lungs.
“Come on, we shouldn’t bicker.” he tugs you inside, “There’s more important things to worry about.”
“Like warming up?”
“Like warming up.”
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