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@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. 

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ my father died. then my mother. the lawsuits started before they were buried. shareholders circled. competitors waited for me to fail. by the time i looked up..    ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀[⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ he swallowed against the tightness in his throat. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀]    
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ there wasn’t a home left to bring you into. only ruins i kept pretending i could rebuild.⠀⠀⠀ [⠀⠀⠀    ⠀he leaned back at last, exhaustion settling across his shoulders in place of anger. the waiter approached quietly, clearing the empty dishes before wülfric ordered dessert almost absentmindedly. only after the man had walked away did he look back at her, his expression softer than before, though no less burdened. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀]
            
            ⠀⠀⠀ so..  ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀[⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ his voice fell nearly to a murmur. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀] ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ what else do you want to know?

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀    [⠀⠀⠀    ⠀the quiet between them was never truly silent. the wind brushed against the windows in slow breaths, stirring the lanterns moreover the terrace while the low murmur of the restaurant carried on around them, oblivious to the war seated at their table. wülfric did not look away. his gaze lingered upon her face with an ache he had long ago buried below years of discipline. the spoon remained suspended between his fingers, never reaching the plate. he vaguely noticed it. somewhere between the rise and fall of her breathing, old memories clawed their way back to the surface. the weight of them settled behind his ribs, familiar enough that he no longer fought it. at length, he lowered the spoon onto the porcelain. the quiet clink seemed louder than it ought to have been. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀]
            
            ⠀⠀⠀ you’re asking the wrong man the wrong question again. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀[⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ his voice carried no anger, only fatigue worn smooth by the years. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀]    ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ don’t ask me why. ask me what i chose.    ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀[⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ his jaw tightened before easing again. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀]   ⠀⠀⠀    
            
            ⠀ because i loved you long before i had any right to.   ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀[⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ he held her gaze for only a heartbeat before it drifted toward the untouched food between them. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀]    
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ the world we’d been born into never allowed for it. i came from the slums. your father spent his life building an empire while mine was busy surviving one day at a time. then i inherited his name.. his \company..\ his enemies.   ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀[⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ a bitter breath escaped him. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀]    ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ miri sutton and the son of rurik sires were never meant to stand on the same side.
            
            ⠀     you think i walked away because i stopped loving you.   ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀[⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ the corner of his mouth twitched without humour. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀]    
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ i walked away because every step closer to me put another target on your back.    ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀[⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ his eyes lowered, following the rim of the glass before him. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀]   ⠀⠀⠀

   ⠀ID:  ⟮ @lafaeys ⟯ 
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            *she sits across from him. her fork rests against the plate, the remnants of the barbecue ribs untouched now. miri chews slowly, the taste lingering longer than it should. for several moments, she says nothing. the silence between them stretches, filled with all the words neither of them seems willing to speak aloud. when she finally swallows, her appetite is already gone. miri lowers her fork and reaches for the napkin, carefully wiping her mouth before setting it aside. she lifts the glass of water, taking only a small sip before placing it back down. her eyes remain fixed on the table, avoiding him entirely.*   why?   *the question leaves her quietly, but the weight behind it is anything but.*       after all this time, wülfric.. simply why?      *she exhales, her fingers brushing against the edge of the glass.*       i see what i want to know. i don’t need the reasoning behind it. i need to understand why.  
            
            *but his answer makes her pause.her brows tighten slightly. slowly, her gaze lifts toward him. for a moment, she says nothing. because somehow that is worse. he isn’t denying it. he isn’t explaining it. he is asking her to look deeper, and miri hates that she understands exactly what he means. her head begins to ache. she raises a hand, pressing her fingers against her temple as she looks away again.*  
            
            what am i supposed to ask then?  *her voice softens, but the frustration remains.*     because i’ve \spent\ years trying to understand you, wülfric. trying to understand what you mean when you say things without actually saying them.
            
            *she swallows, her eyes dropping back to the table.*     so tell me. if “why” is the wrong question.. what is the right one?      *the question lingers between them, quieter than the first.*    what am i supposed to ask you?
            
            /  hell yeah! i’m all set! 

@spellswoven 
            
            /  -thanks ! 

   ⠀ID:  ⟮ @lafaeys ⟯ 
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            *it was so unexpected. nearly enough to throw her off guard. her hand gripped so tightly when he kissed her. all of her long years of buried feelings came rushing back as if it was the first day she had started noticing him. it took her by surprise, all the meaning behind what he did until he finally parted away, leaving her in a stunned silence. she clamps her teeth around the toffee, her breath caught somewhere between disbelief and frustration. then his touch is gone. his nearness \disappears.\ disappointment settles heavily, and as she angrily bites into the toffee, she refuses to reminisce on her childhood favourite sweet.*
            
            i don’t want to.   *she hears herself say, chewing slowly. she isn’t hungry. it doesn’t matter what he made, or how familiar the gesture feels. still, she pushes herself out of bed, standing on steady legs. miri walks past him, tucking a strand of scarlet hair behind her ear.*     is greta back?
            
            *she asks, but doesn’t wait for his answer. nostalgia greets her immediately with the scent of freshly baked food. the irony of her own words weighs on her as she moves quickly, bare feet carrying her down the stairs. miri finds herself in the kitchen before she realizes it, inhaling the warmth of cinnamon, freshly baked bread, honey-glazed pastries, and the faint sweetness of fruit preserves resting nearby. she doesn’t reach out to touch any of it. instead, her fingers grip the kitchen counter. it makes her miss the ranch. the familiar chaos of rowan and tabby’s voices filling the halls. especially sev’s and annette’s early morning bickering over pancakes, their arguments never truly carrying anger, only the strange comfort of people who had known each other too long to pretend otherwise. she turns on her heels when she hears him descending the stairs.*   how long do you plan to keep me here?

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ [⠀⠀⠀    ⠀the sight of her puffy, tear stained cheeks carved a wound through him. pretending he knew nothing had been one thing. keeping his distance had been another. both had demanded more of him than any battlefield ever could. warmth lingered where her hand rested in his, a quiet thing he had denied himself for six long years. tucked inside the pocket of his trousers remained a brazilian caramel toffee, the very same sweet they had spent half their childhood arguing over until one of them surrendered the last piece. he had carried it home without thinking. perhaps, hoping. wülfric stepped closer to the bed and lowered himself, one knee settling against the mattress. his fingers slipped between hers, locking together with a firmness that betrayed the tremor buried in his chest. he searched her face in silence. his gaze lingered upon her ample mouth for longer than he intended, yet he refused himself the comfort of touching her cheek. slowly, he leaned in. his forehead nearly brushed hers before his lips found hers in a kiss so restrained it undetectably seemed real. the familiar taste of buttered caramel lingered between them, and when he finally drew away, the little toffee had become hers. a low, chest-born sound escaped him before he could swallow it back. every part of him urged him to remain there, to erase the six years that had stood between them, yet he forced himself away. the distance burned far worse than the kiss ever had. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀]
            
            ⠀come downstairs. i made you breakfast. ⠀⠀ ⠀[⠀⠀⠀    ⠀his voice came rougher than affianced, worn thin by everything left unsaid. wülfric cleared his throat, easing the weight from it before reluctantly unlacing his fingers from hers. for the briefest moment, he lingered where he was, memorizing the sight of her, then rose quietly from the bedside. ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀]

   ⠀ID:  ⟮ @lafaeys ⟯ 
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            go away, mizizi.     *the old nickname slips from her lips with an ache she cannot hide. somehow, hearing it still hurts more than she expects. miri pulls the pillow over her head, burying herself under it as if she could escape the weight of everything that had happened. her eyes were swollen and heavy, the aftermath of both terror and tears still lingering across her features. she draws her knees toward her chest, curling into herself against the warmth of the blue blanket. wülfric had brought her back to galdoria and out of her own room, just as he always did when old habits found their way back. somewhere between exhaustion and fear, she had slipped into his bed and spent most of the night crying until sleep finally stolen her. despite their tension, despite the constant arguments and the things neither of them knew how to say, she had not slept that peacefully in what felt like years. which was ridiculous, because she had. she knew she had. but comparing her old life to the one she had now only left her more confused, so she stopped trying.*
            
            *maybe it was the ache of everything she had carried. maybe it was simply her emotions running higher than usual. either way, she refused to dwell on it. miri lifts the pillow slightly, expecting only silence. and somehow, that disappoints her more than she wants to admit. she slowly lowers it to the side, her eyes adjusting to the room. then she \freezes.\ only for two or three seconds. because the moment she realizes he is there, her hand reaches out without hesitation, catching his. the glare she gives him is immediate, though there is something softer within it. something far too familiar.*   my candy?   *her fingers tighten slightly around his hand.*    where is it?
            
            / bahaa- he’s cute