Victorious ↯ K. OMEGA
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❝ victorious? I don't need a title if I have you. ❞
VIC • TO • RIOUS
ADJECTIVE : The feeling of being a successful winner
EXAMPLE : He was victorious when he found her.
He would usually let out his sweet victorious smile when he the victory comes around. He didn't want to see it, seeing her smile was his satisfaction. It was something that she liked to keep to herself. It was hidden until he came into her stressed, problematic life. There was a difference between her smile and his smile.
Her smile was his prized possession.
His smile was warm and worth dying for.
But the both of their smiles were made when they're around each other.
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