"i'm not kidnapping you, babe"
she pauses with egg in hand, preparing to crack it against the side of the bowl
"didn't we just talk about this?"
hands on her waist, breath fanning over her neck
"yeah, you told me how much you like it when i call you 'babe'"
she continues to mix the ingredients, tries to ignore his close proximity
"that's not how i remember it"
another pause, she begins to stir
"i'll need a pan"
his lips ghost over her collarbone
"okay, adeline"
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into the woods (on hold)
Historia Corta*on hold until further notice* she took off her shoes and walked into the woods she felt lost and found with every step she took and she explored things she never would have dared to before
