"where is the real me?
i'm lost and it kills me inside."
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Millie Moore's life becomes even more complicated and exciting when she attends a school full of supernatural creatures.
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[izombie x legacies]
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𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 and then my soul saw you and it kind of went, 'oh, there you are. i've been looking for you.'
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THE ATMOSPHERE SEEMS brighter, sweeter almost, since Millie and Hope became girlfriends.
With Penelope Park gone and Hope Mikaelson happy, there seems to be no turmoil broiling within the school anymore.
It's been three days since Millie Moore and Hope Mikaelson became what most deem the "it" couple.
Also in those few days, two new students arrived: Ben and Jen—siblings and very powerful witches. They come from a lineage that's been around for many decades, centuries even.
They're known for having powerful witches and warlocks, perhaps possessing more power than that of the Bennett family.
Almost instantly, Jed was captivated by Ben and seems to follow him around like some sort of lost puppy.
On the other hand, Jen seems enamoured with the one and only Lizzie Saltzman.
Millie and Hope walk along the halls, smiling and holding hands, pausing only briefly to tuck each other's hair behind their ears.
The auburn-haired girl grins and pulls the blonde closer to her by her hand, pressing her up against the wall.
She lowers her mouth to Millie's, cutting off any surprise noises about to escape her mouth.
Millie quickly loses herself in the kiss, twining her arms around the Hope's neck and her fingers playing with the hair at the nape.
Hope's hands wrap securely around Millie's slim waist as her mouth languidly moves against Millie's, providing her with a slow, sweet torture.
Millie's fingers tighten in the Hope's hair, pulling her closer even more. As their lips part, their tongues circle one another's.
Hope tastes divine—like the lollipop they shared earlier along with a strawberry shake. There's something else though, something uniquely her.
Millie has never tasted something so good in her life, and she doesn't think she'll ever get enough.
I want more of her.
I need more of her.
Hope Mikaelson.
Millie gasps, her knees parting as Hope slips her thigh between them, pressing her body incrementally closer into hers.
She can feel the heat radiating off the tribrid through the thin barrier of their clothes.
The blonde zombie grounds her centre against Hope's thighs and moans into her mouth.
The sound sends a fresh jolt of arousal surging through Hope, who growls possessively and tightens her hold on the girl.
Millie mews softly as she grinds against Hope, the auburn-haired girl's hands sliding up her body from her hips and slipping under the hem of her shirt.
