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what do you want, miri sutton?

@lebirds 
            
            / gm bro. so much yearning am gonna turn into a full time yapper with our ship 

&.         so; the coin remains in your hand, vincent.       does she truly love him? can she stand the distance forged now? or will she return to him.        sverrir’s tale is another part of the universe, they are not in the same timeline at all; and this is just a past colliding against the present.        i pray, this eases the pain for you, considering the ache we both brought to ourselves by pouring so much love it hurts more than it heals. 

&.              everything that he has done so far as only ever been for her. but if there is no miri sutton, then there is no wülfric sires—either.     

@maneye 
            
            /   yes along with wülfric sires. -:)

&.      depends.     do you want to meet the Ancient One or the masked faces of mortals on this earth?

@kapedl 
            
            /  absolutely ! </3

   ⠀ID:  ⟮ @maneye ⟯ 
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            *her fingers tangle into the lush, thick strands of his hair, the warmth of him making it difficult to remember the very reason she should be pulling away. his voice vibrates against her throat, low and familiar, and miri feels an inexplicable rush move through her. for a moment, she nearly forgets everything else. the horse below her shifts, hooves pressing against the earth as it senses the restless tension between them. miri instinctively grips his arm, her nails digging slightly into him as she tries to certain herself. her other hand remains on the reins, though they are still held loosely, forgotten in the midst of him.*   n—no. they’ll see us.    
            
            *she pushes at his shoulder, but it is more out of panic than rejection. her arm remains curled behind her, and when he had caught it, his hand closed around her wrist, locking it gently against her back. the movement had stolen the little distance she was trying to create, leaving her caught between the saddle below her and the strength of him before her. her breath falters. she didn’t feels dizzy from the height of the horse or the open trail around them, but from the way he looks at her. from the years between them suddenly feeling far too close. he smelled of rain, worn leather, grass after a storm, and the faint trace of the sea carried in by the wind.*
            
            *miri’s eyes flicker past his shoulder, searching the path, the trees, anywhere but him. because she knows if anyone from the ranch or the town sees them like this, there will be questions she cannot answer. and yet she doesn’t move.*   sverrir..    *his name leaves her quieter than she connotes, almost like a warning, akin like a plea.*

@maneye 
            
            /  i think sev is winning in this story -:( i love him but then i love wülfric too 

@maneye 
            
            /   dante’s inferno coded 100 percent in my humble opinion. 

&.       wülfric.        https://www.instagram.com/reel/Daf3pCbswno/?igsh=dGF5aHh6czI4cXh1

@maneye 
            
            /  I SEE IT -:0

&.      again, last one for these two:     https://www.instagram.com/reel/DbGQSNeoalY/?igsh=NTRzMnppeXNpOWIy

&.          ignore the rest of the crusty angles.      cause it’s just this specific angle in the beginning where it’s GIVING SVERRIR.