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IDRISNNET'S GET TO KNOW THE MEMBERS - lucie.
favourite character: tessa gray.
if no one really cared about you, did you even exist at all?
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She seemed like a creature made to attract everyone and express nothing real, though it would take a master observer, like Magnus, to know it.
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A/N: So I've been listening to Boyfriend by Dove Cameron on repeat and quaking with all my bisexuality this fine evening
Crownless version under the cut
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“every student, shadowhunter and mundane alike, knew the name herondale. it was jace’s last name. it was the name of heroes.”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACE HERONDALE
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ALINE PENHALLOW || The Shadowhunter Chronicles
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Even when her life was perfect, Lucie’s fears always came back to haunt her. The dreams varied greatly: sometimes it involved someone’s death, other times it didn’t. It didn’t matter if someone died or not; each dream was as brutal and heart-shattering as the last. The most frequently occurring one, however, was Jesse’s exile.
Lucie knew that their situation had been sorted out years ago, but she couldn’t quite get rid of the idea of her husband being punished for her actions.
She gladly would have been stripped of her runes if it meant Jesse got to live the life he never got to have before. Why did he need to take the blame for something she had done?
But in her dream, the clave didn’t understand that logic. They stripped him of the few runes he had, not bothering to listen to his scream. Then, they sent him into exile, never to see his loved ones again.
If Lucie were to be honest, she’d thought about the possibility of exile on more than once occasion. No amount of daydreaming and worrying could have prepared her for the screams of agony that fell from her husband’s lips. Nothing could have prepared her to mourn the loss of someone that hadn’t even died.
When she woke up that morning, she immediately turned to the other side of the bed, expecting the worst. Her vision was blurred with tears, but her eyes eventually focused on Jesse, his sleeping form sprawled out on the bed. She sighed softly, reaching out to play with his hair.
He groaned softly as he stirred. “Lucie?” He asked, looking up her through half-closed eyes. “Lucie, what’s going on?”
“I just had a bad dream,” she said as gently as she could. “Nothing you need to worry about, my love.”
Jesse sighed softly, sitting up to look her in the eye. “You know you can talk to me.”
Tears stung her eyes, falling down her cheeks and onto her lap. “I had a dream that they put you in exile.”
“The clave?”
Lucie nodded, wiping at her eye. “I know everything’s sorted out, but I can’t stop thinking of what could’ve happened—“ she cut herself off with a sigh. “It’s stupid. Forget I said anything.”
He hugged her, his arms coming around her frail figure. She practically fell into his embrace, burying her head in his chest.
“I would never leave you,” he whispered into her hair, his hands tightening around her waist. “They’ll never be able to separate us again, I promise.”
“I know,” she murmured softly as sleep began to claim her once again. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Luce. Let’s get some sleep, alright?”
The past didn’t matter. There was no use worrying about different scenarios that could have happened. All she needed to worry about right now was the present and the future.
#type: fanfiction#ch: lucie herondale#ch: jesse blackthorn#ship: blackdale#book series: the last hours#writer: idrisnnet
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"I've missed you" —Ficmas day 2
Happy day 2 of ficmass! Did I accidentally post day 1 too early by clicking post instead of schedule? Yes. Oh well.
Anyway, I've been wanting to write a fic for these babies for soo long! I've had so many ideas, but I've never had enough time to write them. But now, I've finally done it! I hope you enjoyyy! I'm not telling you who they are because I want it to be a surprise :)))) (it's also significantly shorter than the first one, so you're welcome) —Ana
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"I've missed you"
The cold air suddenly gave way to warm breezes and blue skies. The air smelled sweet; of grass and jasmines and the faint sound of water lapping could be made out in the distance. Two shadowhunters, one fair-haired and the other’s as dark as midnight, blinked at the sudden sunlight and change in climate, looking for a small cottage.
Suddenly, Cristina let out a yelp and took off sprinting, her dark hair waving like a banner behind her. Mark didn’t have to look to know that the reason behind his girlfriend’s sudden excitement was due to the fact that their boyfriend, Kieran, was standing outside their cottage. He grinned as Cristina launched herself at Kieran, locking her legs around his waist and throwing her arms around his neck. They laughed and kissed and Kieran spun her around in a circle. Mark could only watch for a while before his excitement got the best of him, and he ran over to join them. Once he’d reached them, Mark took Kieran's face in both of his hands and kissed him, content that they were all finally reunited. They all laughed and grinned and shared kisses in between themselves. After a short while, he felt Cristina put both of her arms around them, resting her forehead against theirs.
They were all at loss for words, but it didn’t matter, for words were unnecessarily at such a joyous reunion.
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They hauled their luggage into the cottage. Cristina took a deep breath.
“Home sweet home.” She said, grinning.
Kieran smiled back at her. “It hasn’t been home since the last time you were both here.”
“In that case, it’s a good thing we’re here now,” Mark said.
“Yes. It’s a wonderful thing.”
They all shared a smile knowing that they’d be together everyday for the next two weeks.
“I’m going to take this to our room.” Mark announced, taking Cristina’s four wheel suitcase.
“Mark, if you try to roll that suitcase across that room and ride it again, I swear I’ll—” Cristina wasn’t able to finish because Mark did just as she told him not to do. A second after he sat on the suitcase, one of the wheels tripped on the carpet and Mark fell off the suitcase, slamming onto the floor.
“Why do you always do this?” Kieran sighed.
“It didn’t work the first ten times,” Cristina pointed out, “Why would it work now?”
“One day, it’ll work.” Mark said. “If you had just a tiny bit of faith in me—”
“You’d still fall.” Kieran said.
“Next time I’ll do it.”
“Next time, I’ll bring a two wheeled suitcase.” Said Cristina.
Mark gasped. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“Try me, Blackthorn.”
Kieran looked between one and the other.
“This is my destiny, Cris! You can’t take this away from me.”
Cristina raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh. “Your destiny?”
“Yes.”
Kieran scrunched his eyebrows. “I—I’m just going to discreetly change the subject. How’s New York?”
Mark grinned. “Well, currently, it's colder than a Yeti’s armpit.”
Cristina snorted while Kieran sighed. “Normalcy is a foreign concept to you, is it not?”
“You should know by now.” Mark said, still grinning and clearly pleased with himself.
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After they’d settled in, it had begun to rain. Cristina had finished putting her things away and walked into the living room. She made her way over to the sofa to find Kieran reading a book, and Mark sleeping in true Mark fashion: slouched back with his legs spread open and his arms crossed. She grinned gleefully at Kieran and plopped down in between the space of his crossed legs. Kieran set aside his book and lifted her while he uncrossed his legs. He took her closer in his arms and leaned back against the armrest, holding Cristina to his chest. Cristina propped her chin up on said chest and looked up at him adoringly. Kieran looked down at her with the same expression.
“I missed you.” He said, kissing her softly.
“I missed you too.”
She snuggled closer to him, burying her face into his neck. He smelled so nice and it made Cristina feel a warm sensation in her tummy, because it was Kieran, who she longed to see for the longest time. And now she was finally here and they were all together again.
“This is nice,” she said.
Kieran hummed.
“I apologize if I’m being the third wheel.” Mark said sarcastically, his voice thick with sleep. “Would you like me to leave?”
Cristina rolled her eyes and held out her arms. “We thought sleeping beauty would appreciate an undisturbed rest. But now that you are awake, we demand your presence.”
Cristina couldn’t see Kieran but she could feel his chin brush against her head, which she knew meant he was nodding.
“You’ve shunned me and now you order me like a pet? I’ve never been on the receiving ending of such discrimination, which speaks volumes because I’m part-fae and part-nephilim.”
Cristina tilted her head upwards and exchanged an amused look with Kieran. “We’re sorry Mark, will you please join us?” She said, holding out her hands again.
Mark grunted but scooted to them and rested his head on Cristina’s chest, just below her collarbone. He pretended to be angry, but all three of them knew that he was really just joking. Mark wrapped his arms around Cristina’s waist and closed his eyes, his hair tickling Cristina’s chin. She kissed the top of his head at the same time that Kieran bent down his head to kiss her shoulder blade.
She leaned back content stroking Mark’s soft, blond curls and watched as Kieran’s hand found Mark’s.
She loved her boys so much and she thought they were so sweet that she couldn’t help but lift their interlocked hands to her lips and plant a kiss to where their thumbs crossed. Though she couldn’t see Kieran, and saw a slow smile spread across Mark’s face. With that, she was able to lean back further into Kieran and close her eyes, falling asleep as the rain pounded against the window panes.
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#type: fanfiction#ch: cristina rosales#ch: mark blackthorn#ch: keiran kingson#writer: imherongraystairstrash#book series: the dark artifices
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I would glisten as it fell —Ficmas day 1
WELCOME TO MY FICMAS CELEBRATION!! I've been wanting to do this since last year, but I've never had time. But this year, I've decided to prepare 12 fics for the holiday season as we count down the days until Christmas! I hope you enjoy today's fic!! (has nothing to do with heartbreak, I just chose an atw lyric because I didn't know what to name this fic and she talks about snow, ok I'll be quiet now)
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James offered Cordelia his bent arm—holding a self in the other—and she took it with a smile. Their footsteps crunched on the snow as they made their way to where their friends resided.
She craned her neck to see the top of the mountain and gaped. The slope was steep enough to make her anxious at the thought of going down it on a measly wooden sled. Matthew came up beside her.
“Maniacal, I tell you. Such a barbaric form of entertainment.”
Cordelia giggled, and squinted against the sun reflecting on the ice.
“That doesn’t look safe at all.” She remarked.
Lucie, Thomas and Christopher had managed to cram into one sled and seemed to be racing Ariadne, Jesse and little Alex. Jesse was holding his little cousin like he was made of glass, a fact that Alex not only seemed completely oblivious to, but was unintentionally sabotaging as he squirmed about trying to look at his brother and cousins.
Due to Christopher’s extensive knowledge of physics, they were going faster than the other trio since they were leaning forward. They would have won too, had it not been for a hill in the middle of the ground. Thomas—having been on the back— was spent sprawling before the sled was entirely off of the hill with a yelp. The sudden loss of Thomas’ weight caused Lucie and Kit to shoot forwards and go air bound. Thankfully Lucie had thought to let go of the sled before they proceeded to hit the ground vigorously. The sled went tumbling hazardously without it’s passengers and Lucie was laughing even before she hit the ground, clearly finding the entire endeavor hysterical.
Ariadne laughed enough to almost fall off her own sled, but managed to stay on by grabbing on to Jesse’s coat.
Once they’d made it to where the others were, Cordelia heard Alex exclaim excitedly to Jesse.
“Cousin Jesse, we must do it again, but faster!”
“Yes, Alex, now please stop jumping on the sled before you fall.”
“Cordelia!” Ariadne said, “Are you going sledding as well?”
“I suppose, though I’m slightly dreading this activity.” Cordelia admitted. “I’ve never gone sledding on such a steep slope and I’m not saying I don’t trust Lucie, but…”
“I don’t trust her either.” Jesse said. “She has no concern for safety.”
Cordelia patted his head. “Don’t let her hear you say that.”
“Not unless I have a death wish.”
Before they could continue speaking, they were interrupted.
“Cordelia!” Lucie came from behind and tackled her into a hug. She still had snow all over her clothes causing Cordelia to laugh and try to pry her away.
“You’re freezing!”
“I am? I don’t feel anything! Perhaps it is because I have too many layers on.” Lucie said.
“Nonetheless, you shouldn’t give hugs unless you want to turn someone to ice.”
Lucie furrowed her eyebrows and then a devilish smile stretched on her face.
“I shall be back.” She said quickly before throwing herself at Jesse who had been talking to James.
“God, what are you doing!? You’re freezing.”
“Showing you affection.”
“Well, I hate it.”
Lucie glanced at Cordelia and smirked. “He loves it.”
“Remind me again, is Lucie short for Lucifer?”
“No, it’s short for ‘the best woman to have ever existed’.”
Christopher furrowed his eyebrows as he walked towards them. “Where’s the ‘L’?”
“Well, Kit doesn’t have a ‘C’ in it, does it?” Matthew said.
Christopher’s eyes widened.
“Stop scaring him; it’s cruel.” James said.
“This is the last time I agree to do something like this.” Thomas said, grunting, sporting a bruise on his right temple.
“I told you it was a stupid idea.” Said Alastair.
Thomas pressed his lips together, probably wishing he had listened to his significant other.
Cordelia smiled as she felt a tugging on her sleeve. She looked up and followed James as he led her up the mountain.
“Have you learned nothing from the others?” Cordelia asked, shaking her head.
“We’ll be fine.” James said, smirking.
Cordelia shrugged as they trudged up the snowy hills hand-in-hand, determined to get to the top. James’ hand felt so nice in Cordelia’s, like a key fitting into a lock.
He looked over his shoulder and tossed her a boyish grin.
“We’re almost there, Daisy.”
Cordelia couldn’t help but smile back at him, feeling butterflies in her stomach that never ceased to flutter, even though they’d been married for two years now.
“This slope is treacherous,” Cordelia laughed.
James turned around and began walking backwards. “I can carry you if you want.”
Cordelia laughed. “I hardly think that’s necessary. I’m an adult woman. I can climb up a snowy hill.”
James shrugged, grinning wider.
Cordelia couldn’t help but match his grin with one of her own. She felt that for the first time in her life, she was truly happy. Due to her father, Cordelia had constantly moved around from country to country, taking her entire life and packing it in boxes to be moved somewhere completely new. She’d grown up saying goodbye to friends, knowing she’d never see or talk to them again, despite the promises they’d made to never lose touch. Every time she’d planted her feet into a new place, the lingering thought always remained in her mind: you’re going to leave in a couple of years anyway. Why bother wasting time developing friendships when she was condemned to lose them?
But now, Cordelia had something she’d never had before: stability. A permanent physical home. And Jamie, who wouldn’t leave her. Who she would always love, and who’d always love her.
“Oh,” Cordelia said.
The top of the hill was beautiful this time of year; fluffy sheets of snow dusted the tops of the various hills, sparkling under the frail winter sunlight. Coats of burgundy, navy blue, forest green, scattered throughout various hills, either going up, down or standing and chatting. She caught sight of their friends, Lucie’s arms wrapped around Jesse’s waist, his arm rubbing her back. Both smiled as they spoke with Grace and Kit, Lucie lifting her arms theatrically as she undoubtedly told them an animated anecdote. Cordelia’s parabatai had a habit of getting herself into the most unfortunate situations, leading to the most entertaining stories. Jesse was shaking his head, which further led Cordelia to suspect that Lucie was retelling her most embarrassing moments.
Cordelia peeled her eyes away from them to see James put down the sled. She gave herself a moment to consider the slope.
“James.” she said.
He looked up.
“There is no way you are getting me on that sled and down this hill.”
James snickered.
“I’m serious, James.” she said. “We’re going to die if we get down this hill.”
“I’ll take care of you.” James said.
“Bold of you to assume I trust you.” She said, letting him take her hand and sit her down on the sled.
James got in place behind her, his body warm against her freezing back. His arms went around her, and she, despite her anxiousness, smiled at being embraced by him like this. She was still a tiny bit afraid, but not so much so. Not as she felt his joint hands rest on her lower belly. It seemed like an unconscious gesture; he couldn’t possibly know about what she found out yesterday night. She angled her head to look into his eyes, as if the answer to her unasked question would be written in them.
“Are you ready?” James asked, his warm breath tickling her ear.
Cordelia fought the urge to giggle, clearing her head from her previous thoughts. “I’d like to ask you that question, since you promised to prote— BY THE ANGEL!” She screamed as James suddenly pushed off and sent them speeding down the slope. Cordelia’s stomach plummeted, wind whipping against her face.
“JAMES MORGAN HENRY HERONDALE!” She yelled against the wind.
She couldn’t hear him, but she felt his chest bounce against hers, making her assume he was chuckling.
“It’s not funny!” she said.
“Don’t worry,” He held her tighter. “I’ve got you.”
She turned to the side and buried her face in his neck, not wanting to see as they glided down the mountain. Though, having James’ arms around her didn’t make it as frightening. She slowly opened an eye, almost enjoying herself, until she felt her eyes widen in terror.
“Jamie,” Cordelia said. “James!”
James, who must have been looking to the side, cursed when he caught sight of the tree they were heading straight towards. His arms tighten around her waist, holding her closer to his chest. “Daisy, let go when I say so.”
“What?” Cordelia said incredulously.
“Trust me.”
Cordelia wanted to shake her head, but instead, she found herself nodding, desperate for any other solution than slamming head-first into a pine tree.
“Alright,” James yelled against the rapid wind that tried to carry his voice away. “Now!”
Despite her better judgement, she released her hold on the sled. She felt James lean off of the sled, still holding her in his arms. She didn’t so much feel the impact than see it. The way the world spun and the snow that looked puffy seemed hard and rough. She closed her eyes and was vaguely aware of the collective “oof” they let out when they hit the snow.
Once the world stopped spinning, Cordelia opened her eyes to hear James’ voice.
“Are you alright, Daisy?”
Cordelia looked into his horrified face and began laughing uncontrollably.
“That was—a disaster,” she managed to gasp out, in between giggles.
James propped himself up on his elbows, and she realized that she was laying on his chest and that his arms had been cradling her against the impact.
“I suppose this is what I get for not listening to my wife.” James said.
“You see? I’m always right, even with pregnancy brain.”
Cordelia’s hand flew to her mouth, but it was already too late to take back what she’d said. James’ eyebrows furrowed before his eyes suddenly widened and he whipped his head towards her.
“Are you—?” He couldn’t seem to say it.
“I didn’t want to tell you this way.” She said quickly.
“You—you let me get you onto a sled and hurl ourselves down a mountain—”
“It’s more of a hill, really.”
“While you were expecting?”
Cordelia shrugged.
James’ mouth parted. “You have a child. Inside of you.”
“Lord, don’t say it like that, Jamie,” she said, sitting up, “It makes it sound as if I ate it.”
James looked at her for a while, still in shock before he huffed out a sudden hoarse laugh. He looked at her, took her face in his hands and kissed her.
The kiss was brief—neither of them very fond of kissing in front of others—but filled with more love and gentleness than anything else she’d ever experienced. James pulled away and kissed her forehead. Cordelia wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his chest. She looked out and watched Lucie tackling Matthew from behind, getting him all snowy and laughed at Matthew's curses as James rocked her back and forth. She snuggled closer, untroubled knowing that this child will have her Jamie as a father and their friends as aunts and uncles, and will never feel unwanted or uncared for.
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#type: fanfiction#ch: james herondale#ch: cordelia carstairs#ch: christopher lightwood#ch: lucie herondale#ch: jesse blackthorn#ch: matthew fairchild#ch: thomas lightwood#ch: alastair carstairs#ch: ariadne bridgestock#ch: alexander lightwood#book series: the last hours#writer: imherongraystairstrash
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𝑆ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒, 𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒. 𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠.
𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑶𝒇 𝑰𝒓𝒐𝒏
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#type: edits and gifs#ship: jordelia#ch: james herondale#ch: cordelia carstairs#maker: rinadragomir#book series: the last hours
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Kit is already annoyed when he opens the door. "For the last time, Jace, no, I will not go with-"
"I'm not Jace," Ty says.
The knuckles of Kit's hand go white as it tightens around the door.
He's just woken up from a nap. It shows. His blonde hair is a mess, flattened on one side and all spiked up on the other. Red marks his cheek where it was pressed against the pillow, and this pair of sweatpants is old enough that it has a hole on the knee, doesn't quite cover his ankles. Kit isn't even wearing a shirt under Jem's hoodie.
"I can see that", Kit manages after a few seconds. His voice sounds strangled. "Just- give me a minute."
The door slams shut. Ty starts counting.
About fifty-seven seconds later, it opens again. His hair looks like he's at least gone through it with his fingers; the hoodie is nowhere to see, replaced by one of Tessa's sweaters. It is a little too tight around his shoulders. The jeans he's now wearing has an actually purposeful knee hole. Kit is still barefoot.
"Okay," Kit says, "now we can talk."
#type: fanfiction#ship: kitty#ch: kit herondale#ch: ty blackthorn#book series: the wicked powers#writer: sandersgrey
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EMMA CARSTAIRS
“You belong where you're loved.”
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HAPPY 30TH BIRTHDAY CLARY FAIRCHILD
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DRUSILLA BLACKTHORN
“People were made up of all sorts of different bits, Dru thought. Funny bits and romantic bits and selfish bits and brave bits. Sometimes you saw only a few of them. Maybe it was when you saw them all that you realised you knew someone really well.”
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Isabelle Lightwood, The Mortal Instruments
And I think even when you heal, you’re never what you were before.
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Word Count: 613
TW: divorce
Jordelia fic (not a happy one)
Someone You Loved
James felt as if he was drowning, his head was so far under the water he couldn’t swim up for air. His world was leaving him. Cordelia was leaving. The divorce was finalized. He will always remember this day for the rest of his life.
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#type: fanfiction#ship: jordelia#ch: james herondale#ch: cordelia carstairs#book series: the last hours#writer: life through the eyes of
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MATTHEW FAIRCHILD
We do not get to choose when in our lives we feel pain.
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EVERY EXQUISITE THING
❞𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒃𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆.❞
❞𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏,❞ 𝑨𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅, 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒍𝒚.❞
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