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🪷 ; 𝔬 lbers paradox
── venti x reader } reader insert
( theory: the night sky is a canvas of infinite stars, yet it remains a void of black-an endless canvas of nothingness, stretching far beyond a humans touch. )
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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 an archon calls upon his people,
they obey-they buckle down and pray, hands clasped together in a semblance of submission and shame. mortals fear what they can not understand, touch with their hands and feel the blood pumping within it.
and here, with your hands tightly knitted together in the mock of a prayer, a wedding dress of a man you've hardly met, you think it best to pray upon a god. any god, some god who can help.
- (( but when that god is the one you're being wed too, who do you rely on then? ))