The grip on her legs did not slacken as Eret felt a heavy blush rise to his skin. A soft breeze rolled by, blowing a strand of Ragnarok's loose hair under her chin. She placed her hands on his jaw as he began nodding slowly, a grin settling over his features. ❝Ye-Yes! Of course! I thought you'd never ask!❞
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2 | 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 , httyd
Fanfiction❝to rise from the ashes brand new will always be the goal of the mortal.❞ . post-httyd 2 . au to ailment
