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xavier

☆ if you need reassurance every day for a month, he'll give it every day for a month without making you feel guilty.

☆ his reassurances are incredibly verbal. he tells you exactly how he feels instead of expecting you to "just know."

☆ he's the type to randomly say, "i love you," while you're doing completely mundane things because he likes reminding you.

☆ he likes making future plans out loud because they're another way of saying, i'm still here

☆ "we should go there next winter." "you'll love this restaurant." "let's watch that together tomorrow."

☆ he also loves quiet physical affection. holding hands under blankets, resting his forehead against yours but his words do most of the heavy lifting.

☆ he thinks hearing "i choose you" should never become rare just because you're already together.

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your voice came out barely above a whisper, "i'm scared you'll cheat on me one day."

the words had been sitting on the tip of your tongue all evening. you hated them. you hated how ridiculous they sounded. but they refused to leave.

xavier looked up from where he was sitting beside you on the couch, immediately giving you his full attention. he waited patiently. never rushing you to fill the silence.

"i know it doesn't make sense," you rushed out. "you've never given me a reason to think that. i just...sometimes i convince myself you'll realize i'm not enough."

you finally dared to look at him. there wasn't even a hint of annoyance on his face. only sadness that you'd been carrying that fear alone.

he reached for your hand, threading his fingers through yours. he was quiet for a moment before smiling softly.

"you know what i did this morning?"

you blinked through the tears in your eyes, "what?"

"i walked past that little bakery you like. they had strawberry pastries. i bought two."

you couldn't help the tiny smile tugging at your lips.

"when i found that movie yesterday, i saved it because i wanted to watch it with you."

another gentle squeeze of your hand. "when i was looking online last night..."

he glanced at you. "i found a house with a porch and a yard. it gets morning sunlight. i thought your plants would like it."

your breath caught but his voice was so calm, so certain.

"i don't spend my days wondering who else might make me happier. i spend them thinking about things i'd like to do with you."

another tear slipped down your cheek. "but what if one day—"

"there isn't one."

he moved his free hand to wipe the stray tear that made its way softly down your cheek.

"i love you. i'm faithful to you and i'm staying."

zayne

☆ he notices your anxiety long before you ever mention it. he doesn't confront you right away because he wants to make sure he isn't assuming your feelings.

☆ when you finally confess you're afraid he'll cheat, he goes very still. not because he's uncomfortable—but because he refuses to answer carelessly. he chooses every sentence with precision, almost like he's handling something fragile.

☆ he never calls your fears irrational. instead, he asks what experiences taught you to expect betrayal.

☆ if you need space he gives it but if he notices your hesitation, he asks "would reassurance help right now?"

☆ he remembers your answers. in the next few weeks he'll quietly adjust little habits without announcing it. if he's running late, he'll text. if someone flirts with him, he'll naturally make it obvious he's taken.

☆ he's never performative about loyalty. it's simply woven into how he lives. reassurance doesn't come naturally to him, but consistency does.

☆ even though sometimes he isn't the best at expressing his feeling through words, if you need to hear "i love you" ten times because anxiety is loud today, he'll say it eleven times.

☆ the first time you apologize for 'being too much', his expression hardens just a little and he says "needing comfort from your partner is not an inconvenience."

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"can i ask you something?"

zayne looked up from the book resting in his lap. "always."

you gave a weak laugh before looking down at your hands.

"do you ever think you'd...find someone else?"

he closed his book, setting it neatly on the coffee table before turning his full attention toward you.

"what makes you ask that?"

"it's stupid."

"i didn't ask if it was."

you swallowed, "i just...sometimes i think you'll wake up one day and realize someone else is prettier or easier."

his brows pulled together ever so slightly. not in annoyance. in concern.

"you've been thinking that alone?"

your eyes stung, "yeah."

he reached over, carefully taking your hand as though asking permission first.

"i can't promise your anxiety will believe me immediately."

his thumb brushed across your knuckles, "but i can promise that i have never looked for someone else."

"i chose you. i continue choosing you. and if your mind forgets tomorrow..."

a faint smile tugged at his lips, "i'll remind it tomorrow."

rafayel

☆ his first reaction is pure disbelief. he's so dramatically offended that for exactly three seconds you think he's upset.

☆ then when he realizes you're genuinely scared, his entire demeanor changes immediately.

☆ he cups your face before you can apologize. he asks where this fear came from instead of arguing against it. after learning it's rooted in past hurt, he becomes incredibly gentle.

☆ he starts casually updating you throughout the day by narrating through voice notes. "look! i saw a cat. it reminded me of you because it ignored me."

☆ he'll absolutely start saying things like, "come with me," whenever he goes somewhere, just because he loves having you around.

☆ he'll dramatically hold your face in both hands and say, "you know I'm obsessed with you, right?"

☆ he becomes shamelessly clingy afterward, not because he's worried you'll leave, but because he wants you to feel how much he enjoys being close to you.

☆ if he catches someone flirting with him, he'll immediately find you in the room and throw an arm around your shoulders with the biggest grin, almost like he's saying, mine. see? you're mine.

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"you think i'd cheat?"

you immediately regretted saying anything.

"i'm sorry, forget i—"

"no." he gently held your wrist before you could stand. "come here."

his voice had completely lost its usual teasing edge. you looked at him cautiously.

he sighed dramatically, "my love..."

he leaned forward until your foreheads touched.

"i get jealous when your attention is on a book for too long."

a tiny laugh escaped you.

"do you honestly think i'd go looking for someone else?"

"i don't know."

the honesty broke his heart. his fingers brushed your cheek.

"whoever convinced you love disappears that easily..." he kissed your forehead. "...was wrong."

then your nose. then each cheek.

"i am so embarrassingly obsessed with you."

you laughed through your tears.

"there it is. there's my favorite smile."

sylus

☆ sylus never dismisses fear, even when he thinks it's unfounded. he just isn't used to seeing that from you. he encourages honesty, even when it's uncomfortable. he'd much rather hear an irrational fear than have you silently suffer.

☆ he wants to understand the root before addressing the symptoms. he asks thoughtful questions — what started this? what does cheating mean to you? what would reassure you right now?

☆ he listens without interrupting. once he understands, he's incredibly direct. he doesn't make impossible promises. he simply tells you the truth.

☆ his confidence is strangely calming. and over time that confidence starts rubbing off on you. you find yourself borrowing his certainty when your own is shaky

☆ he treats the anxiety as something the two of you are facing together instead of something you have to fix alone.

☆ he isn't overly sentimental, but he's fiercely intentional. if he says, "i am yours," it's because he means every word.

☆ if you're having a particularly bad day, he'll quietly cancel less important plans without making you feel guilty, because to him, taking care of his partner isn't an obligation—it's simply where he'd rather be.

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"you've been watching me."

you blinked suddenly feeling exposed, "have i?"

"for three days."

your cheeks flushed from embarassment, "i wasn't...it's not."

he reached over and took your hand, "what happened?"

you hesitated trying to find your voice. "i'm scared you'll cheat."

he was quiet. not because he'd run out of words. because he wanted yours first.

"what made you believe that was possible?"

so you talked. for nearly twenty minutes. he never interrupted.

when you finally finished, he nodded once, "i understand why your mind went there."

he lifted your joined hands, "i disagree with it."

his thumb brushed slowly across your skin.

"i don't divide my attention. if i choose someone..." his eyes met yours, "i choose completely."

then, after a beat, his expression softened just enough to betray the tenderness beneath all that composure.

"so next time your thoughts decide they're smarter than reality..." he brought your hand to his lips. "tell me...we'll argue with them together."

caleb

☆ caleb doesn't let conversations like this happen from opposite ends of the room. the second he realizes you're hurting, he's already pulling you into a hug.

☆ his love language is touch — back rubs, hair strokes, forehead kisses, holding your hand while you talk.

☆ he doesn't interrupt. doesn't rush to solve it. just lets you cry if you need to.

☆ he's incredibly validating. he treats reassurance like teamwork. "okay, what's your brain telling you today? let's hear it."

☆ once you've calmed down, he starts making you laugh again. he wants the conversation to end with warmth rather than tears.

☆ he has absolutely no shame about comforting you in the silliest ways if it gets you to smile again.

☆ if your thoughts are spiraling particularly bad one day, he'll distract you by pulling you into the kitchen to bake cookies at midnight or insisting on building a blanket fort together.

☆ he loves saying, "we've got time." as in, we don't have to solve this right now—you don't have to rush through your feelings.

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"you've been quiet all night."

you kept your face straight, fighting back a frown. "i'm fine."

he opened one arm and you walked into it without thinking. within seconds you were wrapped against his chest.

"you know," he murmured. "i've learned that 'i'm fine' usually means the opposite."

you laughed weakly, "i'm scared."

his hand slowed on your back, "of what?"

"...that you'll cheat."

he held you tighter. not enough to trap you. just enough that you could feel every steady heartbeat beneath his hoodie.

"oh, sweetheart."

he rested his chin on top of your head.

"i'm so sorry someone taught you that love feels temporary."

his hand rubbed lazy circles across your back.

"you don't have to be scared by yourself anymore."

you stayed like that for nearly an hour. neither of you in any hurry to move.

valko

☆ valko is almost confused by the idea that he'd leave you. not offended—just genuinely unable to imagine it.

☆ in his mind, faithfulness isn't something he actively tries to do. it simply is.

☆ to him, you're his mate. that isn't something temporary or casual. he believes choosing a mate is choosing a life.

☆ family means everything to him. he loves talking about the family you'll build together someday—not as pressure, just because imagining that future with you makes him happy.

☆ he reassures through constant affection. passing by you? kiss on the head. sitting together? you're somehow already tucked against his side. walking through the house? he'll hook a finger through one of your belt loops just to steal you away for a hug.

☆ he's playful even during serious conversations because making you smile is one of his favorite ways to comfort you.

☆ he absolutely calls you ridiculous pet names in the middle of reassurance just to hear you huff. "my little worrier." "sweetheart." "my heart."

☆ if you're crying, he'll wipe away your tears with exaggerated seriousness before immediately booping your nose to make you smile.

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"you think i'd leave my mate?"

you shrank a little, "it sounds silly when you say it."

valko sat up on the couch and opened his arms.

"c'mere."

the second you settled against him, he wrapped himself around you like he'd been waiting all day to do it. one kiss landed on your temple. then several more.

"you know what i think?"

"hm?"

"i think you have been thinking too much."

a small smile tugged at your lips. he noticed immediately. he gently nudged your nose with his own.

"i don't look at you and think about someone else."

"i look at you..." he smiled so warmly it almost hurt. "and i wonder what our home will look like. whether our children get your smile."

you stared at him, "you think about that?"

"every day."

he laughed gently and lovingly, "you're my mate. my family. the person i want beside me when i'm eighty and grumpy."

he reached up, brushing away a tear with his thumb.

"so no. i won't leave. that would require leaving part of myself behind."

XAVIER (word count: 133)

You and Xavier spent most of the night playing video games, and by the time you're done, you decide to just stay over at his place.

You always wake up before he does, so you quietly head to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you.

Still half-asleep, you absentmindedly open the bathroom door.

There stands Xavier.

Completely naked.

He looks at you, eyes widening ever so slightly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. Otherwise, he seems remarkably calm as your gaze lingers on his body.

“Is this what they call a sleeper build?” you muse aloud.

A smile tugs at the corners of Xavier's lips.

“Like what you see?”

Xavier takes a slow step closer.

“Would you like to join me?” he asks in a half serious, half teasing tone.

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ZAYNE (word count : 165)

Without thinking, you push open the bathroom door.

As you look up, your eyes meet Zayne's.

It takes your brain a moment to process what you're seeing.

He's standing there completely naked, droplets of water still clinging to his skin after stepping out of the shower.

Zayne holds your gaze, his expression as composed as ever. But the deep crimson blush creeping from the tips of his ears down the length of his neck betrays him.

“Do you mind?” he asks, reaching for a towel and wrapping it around his waist.

Too late.

You've already seen everything.

“I don't mind at all,” you admit, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

One of Zayne's eyebrows lifts.

“In faaact…” You pretend to study him thoughtfully. “I think you have the perfect physique for studying anatomy."

For the briefest moment, Zayne is speechless.

Then he lets out a quiet sigh, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly.

“I'll take that as a compliment.”

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RAFAYEL (word count: 152)

Yet again, Rafayel refuses to answer Thomas's texts or phone calls.

So Thomas asks you to check on him.

You make your way through Rafayel's studio, calling his name.

No answer.

Maybe he isn't home?

As you pass the bathroom, you notice the door is slightly ajar.

You push it open.

There stands Rafayel, completely naked, leaning over the bathtub.

The second his eyes meet yours, he lets out a high-pitched squeal.

“Cutiiiee!” he cries, immediately covering himself with his arms. “Don't you know how to knock?”

“The door was open,” you point out. “And I called your name several times.”

He pouts dramatically.

“Can't a fishie get any privacy in his own home?”

“I thought you'd be comfortable in your own skin,” you tease, struggling not to laugh.

Rafayel huffs, his cheeks flushed bright pink.

“...Would it make you feel better if I invited you to join me in the bath?”

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SYLUS (word count: 155)

When you arrive at Sylus's base in the N109 Zone, the twins inform you that boss-man is in his room.

The moment you step inside, you can tell he's in the shower.

The steady sound of running water fills the room, and the glass enclosure is clouded with steam.

Most people would leave the room and wait.

You, however…

Sliding the shower door open just enough to slip inside, you carefully avoid making a sound.

In the steam you can barely make out his silhouette.

“Like what you see, kitten?” Sylus's voice cuts through the haze.

You hum thoughtfully.

“I'm not sure.”

“I can't see much through all this steam.”

Out of nowhere, two strong arms wrap around your waist and effortlessly lift you off your feet.

Instinctively, your legs lock around his waist, your arms finding their way around his neck.

“So…” Sylus smirks, his crimson eyes meeting yours.

“Is this a better view?”

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CALEB (word count : 154)

Caleb invited you over for dinner, but when you let yourself inside, he's nowhere to be found.

You search the house, checking every room.

The bathroom is the last place left.

Without knocking first, you open the door.

There stands Caleb with his back to you, completely naked.

The moment he catches your reflection in the mirror, he yelps.

“Pipsqueak! Get out!”

A towel comes flying through the air, landing squarely over your face.

“Can't you see I'm naked?” he splutters.

You pull the towel off your head.

By then, Caleb has already wrapped another towel around his waist.

A grin spreads across your face.

“I thought I could join you in the shower,” you say, innocently.

“But never mind.” You shrug dramatically. “Guess you're not interested.”

You turn to leave.

Before you can take another step, Caleb's evol wraps around you, pulling you back into the bathroom.

The door swings shut behind you.

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VALKO (word count: 130)

When you arrive at Valko's home, you let yourself inside.

You call his name.

“In here!” he calls, his voice carrying from the bedroom.

You find him standing beside the bed, fresh out of the shower, a T-shirt hanging loosely from one hand.

He glances over his shoulder, his tail wagging lazily.

“...Hello.”

A relaxed grin spreads across his face.

You lean against the doorframe, your gaze drifting over him without the slightest hint of embarrassment.

“...You're awfully calm, considering I’m seeing you like this.”

“Shouldn't I be?”

“It's only you.”

His wolf ears flick, and his tail swishes a little faster.

“You won’t be needing that,” you say, nodding toward the T-shirt in his hand.

He lets out a quiet chuckle.

You kick the bedroom door shut behind you.

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Dunk knows she wasn’t as smart as Rafe nor as quick but her body was strong. Strong enough to take a hit and get back up again to defend others. To be a shield. She didn’t like thinking about how much Ser Arlan put her through more training than Rafe because it hurt her head to think and she didn’t want to know. Rafe stuck by her and Ser Arlan trained her so that was all she needed to focus on.

Rafe disliked Arlan. Only reason she didn’t hate him is because he protected Dunk when she couldn’t. She knew the old man felt the same way for her and that their care for Dunk was the only true thing they agreed on. Rafe knows that Arlan loved Dunk even if the old drunk wouldn’t admit because why else would he grab Rafe when Dunk was sleeping after being hit by a sword for hours to make her swear that she would make the other girl run to safety if something were to happen to him. She swore and that was the start of the begrudging respect between them. Two people undeserving of Dunk’s kindness but would watch the world burn to protect her.

In many ways, Maekar reminded you of your childhood pet: Salem.

A white Persian cat who hissed and clawed at anyone foolish enough to go near him. Except you, whom he simply chose to ignore, walking away as soon as you entered his space. That didn't stop you from cooing at him and buying his affection with food and catnip. It eventually worked, for you were the only person in your household who could hold and kiss the little devil and live to tell the tale.

Your husband was, in many ways, like your cat.

He cursed as much as Salem hissed. No one was spared from his sharp tongue. Maekar cussed at his brothers (especially Aerys), at any lord foolish enough to speak to him, and at the ladies who glared at him after he cussed at their lord husbands. His mother, Queen Myriah, once told you his first word had been a swear word. Even though you suspected the Queen was teasing, it wouldn't have surprised you in the slightest. You could perfectly imagine an infant Maekar, his white hair cut into a bowl, cussing at his governess.

Instead of claws, Maekar had swords. Your prince especially enjoyed blowing off steam in the training yard, sometimes battering his opponent if he was in a sour mood. Though his weapon of choice remained the mace, which he loved to use against his eldest brother.

Finally, like Salem, Maekar left his white hair absolutely everywhere...

However, unlike the little pest, you weren't Maekar's favorite person. That spot belonged to Prince Baelor, with whom your husband spent most of his time.

At first, you found the love the brothers bore each other endearing. It was rare for siblings to get along within the nobility, and especially within the House of the Dragon. The Blackfyre Rebellion was the perfect example.

However, you thought Maekar would come back to you whenever Prince Baelor had to attend to his duties. On the contrary, your lord husband preferred to spend his time either in the training yard or in his solar. You only saw him during meals and before bed.

His behavior was vexing, to say the least. You had been married for almost a year now, too long to qualify as newlyweds, yet he still treated you like a stranger. No one would know you were his wife if it weren't for the softening of his cursing whenever you were around.

Something had to be done.

Since Maekar wouldn't come to you, you would go to him.

Therefore, on an unassuming afternoon, you stepped into the courtyard wearing training attire. The stitch was much heavier than you would have expected beneath your clothes, but the simple tunic and trousers allowed you to move freely. It pleased you to be able to move your legs however you liked, without the fear of ripping expensive fabric constantly plaguing your mind. As pretty as your gowns were, they were too elaborate for a simple stroll through the gardens.

Or training with a sword in the courtyard.

Once you spotted Maekar's clump of white hair from across the yard, you walked straight toward him. One of the soldiers training there stopped mid-movement to gawk at you in shock, and his opponent took advantage of the distraction to knock him into the dirt. To be fair, ladies in trousers were a rare sight.

If only you could have such an effect on your own husband. The latter seemed determined to win his bout against his opponent, his sword strikes falling like rain upon the poor fellow. Maekar truly was glorious in battle, and the fact that he remained shirtless while training only added to his appeal.

His opponent saw you before he did and barely managed to block Maekar's deadly sword.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" the Anvil growled. "A squire could have seen this from a mile away!"

"Your lady wife is here, my lord."

Maekar frowned at him suspiciously but turned around nonetheless, his sword steady in his hands.

There you were, smiling right in front of him. If your clothes disturbed him, he didn't show it in the slightest.

"Husband," you greeted him happily.

"Wife," he replied grumpily. "What are you doing here?"

"I've come to see you, of course! Your prowess as a knight is sung all across the realm, yet I realized I'd never seen it for myself."

A lie. You had been observing the prince from the window long before you were even married.

"Prince Maekar truly is remarkable, my lady," the knight your husband had been training with chirped teasingly.

"Shut it," the Anvil growled before taking your wrist and guiding you well away from the clashing of swords and shields.

A scowl adorned his face, yet his grip was gentle. He released you once you were out of earshot.

"This isn't a place for a woman," he grunted, staring at you as though you were a willful child. "You could get hurt."

"So you do care about me," you teased.

His eyes widened as if surprised by your statement. He opened and closed his mouth, gaping like a fish, unable to decide what to say. His confusion, as well as the blush creeping onto his cheeks, only made him even more endearing to you. It was certainly a welcome change.

Maekar must have noticed your amusement, for his shyness instantly disappeared, replaced by his usual grumpiness.

"Don't flatter yourself," he grumbled. "Baelor wouldn't let me hear the end of it if you got yourself unnecessarily hurt. I don't have the time for this kind of nonsense."

"I wouldn't get hurt if you were the one training me," you suggested, even though that had been your goal from the very beginning.

Maekar looked at you as though a horn had suddenly sprouted from your forehead.

"Absolutely not. That idea is even madder than the last. I've seen the way you turn your head away during tourneys. You don't even care about training."

"Mayhaps, but I care about spending time with my husband."

His blush deepened at the word husband.

Interesting...

"Still, there's no way in the Seven Hells I'm training you," he argued, stubborn as ever.

"Would you rather I find another man to train me? There are plenty of skilled warriors around. I'm sure I can find a suitable teacher on my own."

For the first time, Maekar truly noticed the way you were dressed, and how well your clothes suited you. He frowned, clearly displeased by the thought.

Finally, the Anvil let out a sigh of resignation.

"You're going to be the death of me, woman."

"I certainly hope so, husband."

The word definitely flustered him. He coughed to regain his composure, but it was too late. Maekar lent you his own sword and positioned himself behind you, using his hands to correct your stance.

You didn't mind having his hands on your hips, and you certainly didn't mind making him stammer by pressing a kiss beneath his jaw.

"Gods be good," he grumbled.

You smiled, victorious.

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝖻𝗎𝗍…. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗒! 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾.

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 𝖲𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗁, 𝖺 𝖻𝗂𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇’𝗍 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾. 𝖹𝖺𝗒𝗇𝖾, 𝖲𝗒𝗅𝗎𝗌, 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖻 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖾, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖷𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆(𝗂𝗍’𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗒𝗆, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖨𝗍’𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾), 𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝖻𝖻𝗂𝖾𝗌!

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖽. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖷𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖲𝗒𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾. 𝖧𝖾’𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍.

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍! 𝖸𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖭𝖮𝖳 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝗀 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖾.

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾’𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖻𝗈𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗍. 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖬𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗇𝗈𝗍. 𝖤𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒!

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 𝖮𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗈𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖻. 𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖷𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖥𝖴𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖫𝖬𝖠𝖮𝖮𝖮. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗈ll 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖻 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾. 𝖶𝖾’𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 200 𝗉𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖢𝖫𝖤.

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖷𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖠𝖫𝖶𝖠𝖸𝖲 𝖺𝗋𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒’𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁. 𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗆𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖹𝖺𝗒𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗒. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝖷𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖹𝖺𝗒𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈. 𝖹𝖺𝗒𝗇𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 “𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗅𝖺𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌…. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾…” 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗀 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾.

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 𝖲𝗒𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁. 𝖧𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. (˶˃𐃷˂˶)

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 𝖠𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝗒𝗅𝖾. 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖻 𝗈𝖼𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 𝖲𝗒𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖹𝖺𝗒𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖠/𝖢 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖻 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝖧𝖮𝖳. 𝖷𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗅 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖸𝗈𝗎’𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾…. 𝖢𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖻 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖷𝖺𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗎𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈??!?

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 𝖸𝗄 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇’𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝖼𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍? 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝖽𝗌. 𝖤𝖻𝖻 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗈’𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝖼.

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 𝖣𝖮𝖭’𝖳 𝖠𝖲𝖪 𝖬𝖤 𝖧𝖮𝖶, 𝖡𝖴𝖳 𝖨𝖳 𝖧𝖠𝖯𝖯𝖤𝖭𝖲 𝖨 𝖲𝖶𝖤𝖠𝖱.