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𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺

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{art by me}

His glare is cold like ice that burns, and when daylight struck it bursts into flames, beautiful flames. Because that's what he was

Beautiful

I am enchanted by his charcoal hair, as dark as the void, tempting me to dip my fingers in even as i dread what to come.

Would he be as cold as he is to the others to his beloved? Or would his beloved play a special part in his heartstrings, letting them sway on the threads like a swing.

He is playful by nature, maybe even a bit too cocky sometimes and yet he knows when enough is enough-

like how he reminds me that I am enough...