06-29-2018, 12:10 PM
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★ I NEVER HAD NOBODY TOUCH ME LIKE I’M G L A S S WITH A MOON BIRD KISS
The boy reminded her of a dove: soft, white, and round with the innocence of a youth’s world. He was precious and shy, so it hadn’t come up as a surprise that she didn’t see him around much. Easily the spitting image of Suite with his snowy white pelt, it was faintly strange to see mother and son standing next to each other. Like a mirror image, but...smaller.
“Hey, Simon, Suite, Gordon.” She greeted, voice cheerier than it had been for a few days. She ignored Genivieve altogether, and suppressed the faint protests of the voice in her head. “Lovely day. How are you all?” Hazel asked, taking a seat and sweeping her tail over her paws.
“Hey, Simon, Suite, Gordon.” She greeted, voice cheerier than it had been for a few days. She ignored Genivieve altogether, and suppressed the faint protests of the voice in her head. “Lovely day. How are you all?” Hazel asked, taking a seat and sweeping her tail over her paws.
★ — hazel — "speech" — eight months — the ascendants — tags — ★
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WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT I HAVE LEFT
i will defend your every breath; i'll do better