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“Do not speak to me as if we are familiar.”

Hunger flickers across his expression, eyeing her like a nectar-laced blossom, ripe for plucking. He only needs to peel back the petals. “I can be as familiar as you desire, my lady. Just say the word.”

“Give me your name—” she bellows, cheeks burning, “and only your name, serpent!”

At this, he sets his jaw before surging forward in a fluid, gliding motion. Several horses in the stable let out frightened neighs. He leaves no distance between them, till the sheer breadth of him covers her entirety in shadow. He stares down at her haughtily—a look of someone who has lived too long, seen too much.

“Do not shout, child,” he murmurs silkily. A warning. “It’s impolite.”

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presenting the stunning commission by the amazing, talented, wonderful, lovely @meetingyourmaker for my fic dulce periculum which depicts the scene of Death revealing his human form and name as Kylo Ren before the noblewoman Rey. The elements of horses on his robes and the rose borders are fantastic details that Maia translated from my work and her own interpretation and ideas and suggestions—so yes, my dear friends, i can confirm she is a genius!!!!!!!!

please enjoy and share the artist some love too 💕

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Princess Leia Organa, you are wise, discerning, kindhearted. These are qualities that came from your mother.

totally not me prioritising reylo over sleep....