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#tumblr rly said we don't give one single solitary fuck about wlw huh
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you can talk (between my legs) HELLO HELLO HIIII
HELLO HIIIIIIII 🥰🥰🥰
so this line is from Baby Said by Måneskin, which I have been listening to ON REPEAT for the past few weeks, and the lyric actually inspired the idea??? which is SUPER RARE for me!! normally it's the other way around and the title is the absolute last thing that I come up with!!
i only have a vague idea and a couple of paragraphs for this so far and it may never be more than that tbqh BUT i just think. wlw fucked-up power dynamics corruption arc... the world needs More Of That. maybe I need to write it. probably I won't but maybe I should, is the thing!!
Curiosity had always been Elayne’s weakness.
She had never had the luxury of allowing herself too many weaknesses, of course. She had known that practically since she left the cradle. An unkind word could mean a knife in the back; a quick temper could rupture a fragile alliance; a poor decision made in haste could send consequences rippling across the kingdom for decades to come.
Andor was Elayne Trakand’s birthright by law; self-control was her birthright by choice. She would not dishonour the former through a lack of the latter.
And yet. There was always that itch, that gnawing whisper in the back of her mind, when presented with a mystery, or puzzle, or simply a question lacking an obvious answer.
She could control her actions, and her tongue. Not infallibly, but certainly when it counted.
But she had always been powerless to suppress the wanderings of her gaze and mind. Not when they drifted to the softness of another woman’s chest, drawn by stirrings of feelings she dared not name; not even when the aura of evil ought to have been sufficient to repel her entirely.
In hindsight, she supposed it was inevitable that her curiosity would lead her here: to Moghedien’s tent in Salidar, with no one else to hear them.
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