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She takes note of the liquid freezing
itself within her bone marrow, chilling
her joints until movement is but what
one would call a distant fantasy best
left for dreams (and not this one). A
body, a distorted one no less, has
been found within the premises of the
nightmare. She herself, hadn’t been
at a loss of luck to see it, but talk had
reached her ears of it’s circumstance,
and so-

She would sleep, it would make her
forget, if only for a few moments.

Posted on Jul 21— 7 years ago · 3 notes
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✖ ( OH SHIT )
✖ and I will give you a fear that my character has in dealing with yours

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as sweet as aria is, she can’t help but worry that maybe the girl actually hates her deep down. she’s not going to say anything about it though, she rather be ignorant about this.

Posted on Jul 20— 7 years ago
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