#riveir

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@riveir​ !     starter  call.

❝    the    air    around    me    still    feels    like    a    cage.    and    love    is    𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕    𝒂    𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆    for    what    resembles    rage.    ❞

But feeding him to the wolves that were her family wasn’t part of the agenda, so she gracefully wove through the crowd and came up beside him. She made up some excuse, complete with an apologetic smile, before she linked her arm with his and pulled him away. “Sorry,” she said once they were out of earshot, though with fond shake of her head. “Sometimes my aunt forgets that it’s not the 1800s anymore, and I can be single up to the ripe old age of 35 now,” she joked. “But if it’s any consolation, I’m pretty sure you’re her new favorite. You’re quite good at this, Mr. Barkley.”

pont  alexandre  iii  just  as  evening  falls.  oranges  and  purples  paint  the  sky,  blending  into  a  sunset.  the  warm  light  reflecting  off  the  seine.  the  water  ripples  gently  whilst  the  occasional  boat  passes  beneath  the  bridge’s  arch.  tourists  and  residents  alike  come  from  different  directions  strolling  at  their  own  pace.  the  pair  have  chosen  the  popular  leisurely  pace  whilst  crossing  the  monument  historique.    “  i   know   you   probably   expected   me   to   say   someplace   no   one   has   ever   heard   of   but  ,   this   is   truly   my   favorite   place   in   the   city  .  ” 

❛   though----     you  are  way  taller  than  her.      avoiding  eye  contact  must  be  pretty  easy.       ❜    /  @riveir​

          ❛ maybe i’m too picky, but, i’m not in the world you’re in. ❜