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@rosh1d ❤'d !

       ❛❛   You as well.   I had only heard of you in brief but I trust in Joshua,   any friend of his is a friend of the outlaws,   I hope you come to see the hideaway as your home as it ours.   ❜❜        Although Clive is a man of many reservations born by mistrust,   he welcomes Locke in as though he was one of them.   It is as he said,   he trusts in Joshua,   regardless of the years it was still his brother,   no tragedy could sever their bond quite easily.   Besides,   he owes the man for all those years of service,   he looked after Joshua when he couldn't,   he's grateful.       ❛❛   Anyone and everyone is useful in what little they can offer,   I am certain your added aid would be of great use to the Hideaway.   We need all the help we can get as the last attack on Martha's rest had crippled our defenses in the South,   any supplies you can find would save us a great deal of time.   ❜❜

RULES | ABOUT | SHIPPING

Miguel Hernández, tr. by Robert Bly, from The Selected Poems; "I Have Plenty of Heart,"

FINAL FANTASY XVI (2023)  | developed by Square Enix

     He stands,   unmoving like a stone wall.   Faithful hound right by his feet,   a few inches closer towards the woman with a snarl of clear aggression restrained by command,   [   possible to be unleashed if she insists of feigning a clueless act.   ]   The outlaws could hardly get by with what little they had,   their bread and livelihood still prone to be robbed by those who claim authority born from the illusion of importance.   All men were equal in this world,   it's a firm belief he would fight for so tirelessly.   If poverty   &.   hunger were the reasons behind such desperation he would offer her a place at the hideaway where she needn't worry about neither                   if it was something else however   ...   Sharp glare remains fixed on the other,   her sweet talk does very little to sway him into reconsideration.        ❛❛   Would you like to find out ?   ❜❜        he says quietly   &.   in unison with the rising volume of Torgal's growl.   He's gracious to offer her one last chance nonetheless as he extends an open palm for her to return what she stole.   She better take her next step wisely.

" a scratch, nothing more ... it will heal in due time. " venus can't help but feeling as if their roles are reversed ... isn't she usually the one fussing over his spilt blood? instead, it is her golden ichor that tumbles forth from beneath split skin. " it doesn't hurt. " / @rosh1d.

      Golden droplets fall from porcelain cheek,   the weeping of a fairy-like being in an ache that only complements her rare beauty.   As one would marvel the brilliance of her visage as though it was a real life painting,   he would break through the illusion many men would thoughtlessly surrender into its deceit.   The sight of blood feels wrong on her skin,   a deep sense of worry would soon settle in his stomach ;   fortunately drowning a rage so easily ignited.   However,   he's certain Venus had dealt with the offending party accordingly.        ❛❛   Even so,   it mustn't be left unintended,   allow me                  ❜❜        gently,   he would wipe the blood off with a handkerchief,   paying no mind to golden hue that would stain his palm as he caressed her cheek.        ❛❛   Are you certain you're alright ?   ❜❜