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/      yes you should 

*     yes !!

@malumuse dw i sent one your way 

@nicotineabuser * shoot sorry i changed the user! its now  poetista. 
            period included

@malumuse didn’t work even with .

i miss yapping with you my love ! <3

/  very late but we move! any pls

/    here  and  on  @ofriviass  please  :)) 

/    intro!    

/ i totally get it, i do the same thing sometimes but your replies are perfect. you get into so much depth that it’s making me wanna do the same which i appreciate + you’re welcome! <3 

@godlyhuntings  / ✶  oh my god, thank you! that means a lot! i'm always tweaking about my responses, i'm always so hard on myself but you saying this made my day, you have no idea <3

[@feathrflaunt ]
                   [ she leaned into the embrace, head resting on his chest — a serene smile on her face as she gazed and admired her gift in her hand.
             Cylde had personally picked each little trinket, handpicked it for /her/ and the attention to detail in which use — like collecting the gems in her favorite color; jade green, or collecting specific rocks found by the lake's edge — it made her feel /seen/. ]
               “ i wonder what i did in my life to be blessed with having you in it, truly, i can't thank you enough, cy.”

( it was perhaps the greatest reaction he could have gotten. rarely would somebody truly understand what this gesture meant. to an average human, this may have looked like useless junk, pointless trinkets-- but in clyde's eyes they were anything but. he smiled, softly, bringing her into an embrace, ) i'm thrilled that you like them. i picked them just for you. 

[@feathrflaunt ]
                  “cylde..” [ she began but for the life of her she couldn't get the words out. Diana was left speechless at the array of little trinkets he had collected, and just for her too. she let him place the shiny objects in her cupped hands and she began to pick around, admiring the little gems and coins, trying on the little rings — she couldn't contain the pure joy on her face as she admired her gift and happy tears began to well up] “ i don't know what to say, this is beautiful, i've never gotten a gift as meaningful as this before, thank you, my beloved.”

[@feathrflaunt ]
                  
                 [ diana gazed at their hands, hers fitting into his perfectly and she gave it a tender squeeze, blue grey eyes gazing up into baby blue, a shade of blue she'd come to know and love.]    “keep saying such sweet words and i'm bound to never want to leave this shop, this home.”    [ she whispered, a smile on her lips, the action causing her two dimples to grace her rosy cheeks]

putting up with you? ( to know she felt that way about herself, as something to put up with, made him frown softly. he looked over at her, wishing he could truly show her how much she meant to him. he reaches over, gently grabbing her hand, rubbing his thumb over it softly, ) every moment i spend with you is a treat, diana. never think otherwise. 

[@feathrflaunt ]
                     “ you deserve to be spoiled, cy” [she chuckled, and her words rang true. cylde had been there for her since the beginning — when she had nowhere to go, or when the world was heavy and cruel, he extended kindness to her without reserves and she'd forever be grateful for him, she'd forever care for her pretty bird because cylde thatch deserved love and everything good that life had to offer and she'd make sure of it. ] 
                       “ no need to thank me, if anything i should be thanking you, for putting up with me and all."

[ A low, airy chuckle escapes him, the sound vibrating in the narrow gap between them. He doesn't pull away; instead, he leans into her touch as she fixes his hair, his eyes narrowing as he tracks the movement of her hand with shimmering, violet mischief. The use of the Greek word seems to catch him off guard for a split second before his smirk widens into something more predatory. ] " Summoned ? Let’s not use such... transactional language, Diana. I simply beckoned, and you found yourself unable to resist the pull. It’s a common side effect of my presence—hardly something I should be blamed for. "
            
            [ He raises his hand, his fingers ghosting just a hair’s breadth away from her jawline, mirroring her daring proximity. He studies her face, looking for any sign of a crack in her composure. ]
            
            " And αγαπητός ? Careful. If you keep using such sweet words while trying to bite, I might start to think you’re actually enjoying this 'scramble' as much as I am. Tell me... is that a flush of victory on your cheeks, or are you just realizing how close you've stepped into the cage ? "

[@firepaints ]
            ㅤㅤㅤㅤ[ an amused smirk graces her rosy lips, the action causing her dimples to make an appearance. Scrambling for /his/ attention? well, she wouldn't lie, she did like attention and from just about anyone. to be doted on and praised, it was a rush of dopamine. yet there was something intoxicating about being doted on by a god, that kind of attention gave her a rush unlike any other, but admit that to him? never.
            
                     diana leaned in, her finger twirling around the strand of hair that fell over his eye, before combing it back in place. she leaned in a bit more, her lips inches from his ear as she whispered to him]  “scrambling for your attention? bold words for a god who let's not forget that summoned me, αγαπητός”
            

[ Rafayel didn't flinch as she leaned in; if anything, he seemed to enjoy the challenge of the proximity. He mirrored her pose, resting his chin in his palm, his violet eyes locked onto hers with a look that was part annoyance and part dark fascination. ]
            
            " Face the facts ? Bold words for a nymph who's currently making faces at a god. Maybe I only let you get away with it because watching you scramble for my attention is the only thing that keeps me awake. "
            
            [ He tilted his head, a stray lock of hair falling over his eye, his voice dropping to a low, melodic hum that vibrated in the small space between them. ]
            
            " Careful, Diana. If I'm truly that bored without you, I might just decide to keep you in the studio permanently so I never have to endure a dull moment again. I've been looking for a muse who’s just the right amount of... irritating. "