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        ❝That’s quite the assumption, mon ange,❞ He poses the statement in the arch of his grin. The pretty amber in glass swirling with his wrist before he takes a taste of it once more. ❝And not the first to, mind you. Though, you’ll have to see where I find humor in this as you’ve made an appointment with me in spite of your feeling toward the matter… So, madame, is that all? Or have you a selection in mind?❞

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◣♔◥ ┊ ─  ❛ say please. ❜

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◣♔◥ ┊ ─  ❛ oh my god calm the fuck down. oH GOD IT TOUCHED ME PICK ME UP. ❜

          ◣♔◥ ┊ ─     oft is not a celestial visitation of her part at all. Heaven isn’t as finite as this land,           and the earth seems only its shadow.    But would curiousity sate or idle wonderings diminish           if she’d not become soil bounded soon,       her  HUSBAND  keeps a fondness to associate           hiself with the earth and  what it bares   so perhaps she’s come to see the appeal.    And the           sun so small in the sky from this footing seems  like such a long time ago since Hera had last           looked up at it in her dying guise. But this guise is called Hannah,      and Hannah hasn’t any           interest in Helios today,  for footfall becomes crawling and dayglow is but the gentle river from           which the ceiling’s methodish vent constructs,        disproving the thick air for curling vapours.           It’s roses and jasmine it takes up with it,        the resonating of waters assault when waves of           motion hit terracotta tiles.      Hair has curved under braids uniform, fans out at the tips where           it soaks into the water with her listless lounge,    and nails scrape over a small annoyance on           her belly.  It’s because her time facilitates a bath house,   and her day of being serves slow it           seems on custom. Just she...   and the patter of an emergence.   Ox eyes glance. Theres a           towel atop hers now.   Ripples’ find a leg,   that finds a thigh, that finds a spine,   that finds a           man.  How  prepared  he’s  came!  ❛  I  desire  your  intent  on     sharing  that      wine. ❜

          ۞ ┆ ░░        ❛ such familiarity doest thy visage fill me.           yet at which point in time  has't we met I believe doest           not exist ere now.   art thee a famous poet,   perhaps?   ❜