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T H E - A N T A G O N I S T (Joseph Descamps)

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Parts 9
Time 1h 41m

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"Don't beat yourself up too much, ma fille."

His hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me to his chest.  Our noses touch as his soft smile turns into something far more sinister. 

"This was inevitable."

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Saying goodbye to a life of privilege, Mary and her mother settle down in a quaint provincial village. With their funds waning, they must find a means of survival, or return to the scandal that awaits them in New York. 

Thankfully there is an 'Angel' in their midst, the kind that's missing an eye.All Rights Reserved

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when Eponine Van Doren and her family move to her mothers hometown Voltaire, she's suspicious. Her mother seems to be hiding something from her, and she makes it her goal to find out what. What she will discover is going to change her life forever... ... Eponine's brow furrowed. "Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked. He seemed lost in thought, but her words snapped him out. He hummed. "You're just so pretty when you cry," he mumbled, his hand playing with her hair. Her breath hitched. a mixte 1963 fic #8 in josephdescamps, 09/06/'23 #4 in paris, 31/10/'24 #18 in voltairehigh, 13/04/'24 #9 in lanadelrey, 31/10/'24 #3 in 60s, 23/03/'24 #1 in simonepalladino, 13/04/'24 please do not repost without permission!! ao3: raitokirstein spanish translation can be found on @depressdemons !