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Scars and Bruises

Scars and Bruises

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Brown locks that seemed to splash against anyone within arm's reach whenever it was windy, jet black orbs that seemed endless, a body carved into perfection hidden in those clothes made to bring her comfort not to impress, and legs that seemed to go on forever whenever she gives a flying kick against her opponent. She was the epitome of perfection and grace. Gwyneth. A name uttered by the referee once the fight was done that sent shivers down the spines of the bystanders as they hollered in response; she gave me the chills. Our eyes met and I somehow expected her to look shocked or at least frightened, instead she gave me a wink. And I was the one shocked to say the least.
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550 pages complete - daily updates coming 7/18 The insinuation didn't make her mad. It didn't comfort her. But it did strike a chord. "My instincts are the only reason I'm alive. They're why those children in Sangravah survived." Azriel descended to the grounds of the river house. "Then perhaps you should listen to them." He set her down gently and the moment she opened her mouth to retort, he cut her off. "I told you I would wait. I meant it." His words rendered her dumbfounded. They were the words of a male devoted. A male who knew her far longer than Azriel had. But she didn't reject them, because her tears over his broken body had been the tears of a female who had lost a part of their soul. A female bound to him. "Shall we?" said Azriel, gesturing up at the river house. And Gwyn nodded, for she knew no words. *cover by lowkeystruggling*

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