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fantasmalforces · 2 years
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// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so i’ve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if you’d like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and I’ll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! ❤️
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fantasmalforces · 2 years
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// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so i’ve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if you’d like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and I’ll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! ❤️
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fantasmalforces · 2 years
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// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so i’ve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if you’d like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and I’ll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! ❤️
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fantasmalforces · 2 years
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// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so i’ve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if you’d like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and I’ll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! ❤️
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fantasmalforces · 2 years
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// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so i’ve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if you’d like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and I’ll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! ❤️
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fantasmalforces · 2 years
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// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so i’ve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if you’d like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and I’ll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! ❤️
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fantasmalforces · 2 years
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// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so i’ve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if you’d like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and I’ll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! ❤️
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fantasmalforces · 2 years
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// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so i’ve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if you’d like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and I’ll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! ❤️
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fantasmalforces · 2 years
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// welp! the results of the poll showed a unanimous vote to merge the blogs, so i’ve spent the last few hours doing just that! this blog, as well as my other one, have been officially archived and moved to @vendettamuses. Please follow me over there if you’d like to keep interacting! I have no intention of dropping any threads I currently have, and I’ll spend tomorrow refollowing all my old mutuals!
// thank you all for supporting me through this huge move. I really didnt want to do this again so soon, but Tumblr really forced my hand. Hope to see you all on the other side! ❤️
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fantasmalforces · 2 years
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// I really hope I don’t have to move this account again-
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// Forgot I had this template by ARCANDORIA saved and, in honor of Edgerunners, I decided to fill it out for @fantasmalforces ' Volt and the resident borg, Smasher <3
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fantasmalforces · 2 years
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// oh my fucking god this blog got shadowbanned-
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fantasmalforces · 2 years
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// tumble is engaging in maidenless behavior not giving me notifs-
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fantasmalforces · 2 years
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Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)
Hey guys! I thought I’d so something fun this weekend, so I did my best to sexualize the alphabet and turn it into a headcanon game!
So here’s how it works. You send me a character (or a few), and the corresponding letters that you want me to answer for them!
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual) G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)  J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I’ll have this running all weekend, so feel free to drop by!
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fantasmalforces · 2 years
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@maximuses SAID: ‘your eyes were open but you were … gone.’ -> Smasher perhaps saving Volt?? Caring for once 👀
💜 Hellbade: Senua’s Sacrifice // ACCEPTING 💜
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// A li’l perspective flip from this old drabble 💜
It was Adam who found her.
Ever the predator with a penchant for keeping his eye on potential prey that interested him, the cyborg had decided on a whim one day that it couldn’t hurt to have a runner keeping an eye on Volt. He swore to himself it wasn’t because he cared. He didn’t. He just wanted to be able to know where she was. To keep her on her toes. It wasn’t concern that spurred it on. No, it was more like... a game. Something to keep his hunting instincts as a street samurai alive and sharp. And she was an ideal moving target. So swift, so tough, so resilient. No wonder he kept coming back for more.
So when his favorite target stopped moving, he knew right away. His runner alerted him the instant she’d stopped in a very unusual place. It wasn’t one of her usual lurks. It was far into Scav territory - the kind of place she’d only ever go if she was getting paid big money for a job. Adam didn’t think much of it at first, until his eye in the sky informed him that she had stopped nearly ten minutes ago. And he hadn’t pinged a signal from her since. Adam disregarded it again. “Volt’s a big girl. She can take care of herself. Just keep an eye on her from the cameras and let me know when you see her.”
He waited on the rooftop overlooking his latest target’s penthouse, scoping out the place and waiting for the poor bastard to make the mistake of stepping outside so Smasher could use him as a landing pad for his 2,000 pounds of steel-ass. And he waited. And waited. And waited. Five minutes turned to fifteen, fifteen turned to thirty, thirty turned to forty-five. Adam got... a feeling. Some strange sensations caught somewhere between his synapses and his circuits. Like something was weighing on the wiring of his mechanical limbs. It was coming up on an hour and he finally reached out to his netrunner. “Where is she?”
“I-I don’t know.” The runner responded nervously. “She’s not on any of the cams. Still no ping but... Smasher... One of those Scavs came out of their shop drenched in blood.”
“And?” That wasn’t surprising. Scavs were like vultures - burying themselves in the carcasses they scraped up and emerging covered in gore. That didn’t mean anything. The feeling of that tension on his coils growing didn’t mean anything.
“They had one of her arms...” The runner responded grimly.
There was a long stretch of silence. The comm link was dead air for easily over a minute. That sensation tickling his mechanics suddenly felt like an intense pressure. A long forgotten sense of nausea washed over him briefly, pushed back by his legs straightening up. He turned away from his current objective, voice stern and monotonous. “Coordinates. Now.”
It took him maybe ten minutes to get there. Hopping over buildings, nearly crushing people, swatting cars out of his way. The further into the burned out slums he went the more and more he was convinced that she hadn’t come here willingly. He pinged the cameras all around, finding most of them still down from a stubborn Daemon with her signature on it. No use there. Luckily, he managed to find a trail of blood - her blood - leading into one of the buildings. At the sight of him, the Scavs began scrambling. A few were dumb enough to open fire, but their blood  quickly joined hers in streaking the ground. He followed the bodies into a shoddy-looking operating theater. He didn’t need to scan the area. He felt his artificial heart momentarily stop the moment his eyes landed on the grimy steel table.
There she was. Gutted, gored, and missing two limbs with her other two mostly cut through and barely hanging on. He rushed over, slamming his fingers into the edge of the metal surface and feeling it crumple under his grip.
“Volt!” He yelled. “Volt! Answer me, damn it!” He was in her face, augmented voice blaring into deaf ears. Her eyes were open, but they looked wrong... They were glazed over, like she was already dead. A quick scan showed him that she wasn’t all that far from it. She needed a ripper. She needed Jaxen. Now.
Adam couldn’t recall the last time he’d been so delicate with anything. Cold metal arms scooped her up, doing their damnedest not to let anymore of her intestines fall out of her. He was glad his limbs weren’t capable of shaking. He was certain if his legs weren’t made of reinforced tubes and plating, he might have fallen to his knees. He couldn’t understand or explain why the feeling of dread came over him and made him feel like Atlas carrying the world when it was just Volt in his arms, but he felt crushed by it all. Breathing was hard and running was even harder. the world flew by in a mess of colors and lights, his body barreling through things and struggling to shield her as he charged recklessly to the only place he could think of to save her.
He felt... weak once he arrived. He didn’t like feeling like that. Almost as much as he didn’t like the scream that Jaxen let out, or the fact that he couldn’t follow Volt on her floating stretcher back into the operating room. He wanted his runner to tap in a show him what was happening. Boldly (and perhaps a little queasily), the man refused. “You don’t want to see her like that.” As angry as it made him, Adam had a feeling that the man was probably right. He was barely stomaching the sight of Volt half-dead on that grimy operating table that was now burned into his brain. And he didn’t even have the guts to feel that way anymore. All he could was sit in the lobby, cramped onto a tiny bench that creaked under his weight, optics glued to the door.
It was two days before Jaxen let him in. Before he was able to get from his bench where he’d been dutifully standing guard like a loyal dog. No food, no water, and no money from that last job he bailed on. Jaxen seemed surprised to see him. Still, she smiled softly and put a hand on his forearm, telling him she was grateful and to go see his partner. That word made him feel strange. The tickle in his circuits came back, though it wasn’t quite so uncomfortable now. Reluctantly, Adam stomped through the door to her room. Seeing her on so many tubes and lines and without two of her limbs did nothing to ease the ache on his hardware, but seeing that she was awake- seeing those vibrant blue eyes glance over to him, alive and shining with life- that did. It made that tickle turn into a warmth.
“Hey, you...” She cooed weakly, glancing over to the chair by her bedside. He hesitated to move forward and squat down in it. She let out an airy laugh and that warmth felt like hot oil pouring over him. “Still can���t fit your ass in a chair, can ya?”
He grumbled, huffing to himself. “You would be joking at a time like this.”
“Oh? You’re taking this seriously? I didn’t know you cared-” she wheezed for a moment, coughing for several seconds. Adam jolted, raising a hand that he didn’t quite know what to do with. He was reluctant to touch her, afraid- no, not afraid- worried that he might do more damage to her. She noticed.
“Oh relax, I’m not made out of glass.”
“Your situation is delicate.” He responded sternly.
“I’ll bounce back. I always do.” She shrugged, wincing at the ache it caused.
“What were you doing out there?” It was a less a question, more of a demand.
“Work.” She responded plainly.
“Bullshit. You never go over to that side of town.”
“Well, this time I did.” She pouted, clearly getting annoyed with his interrogating of her. “What? You my dad now? You suddenly grow a conscience in the last week or something - what gives? Why do you give a shit?”
He ignored her. “Valerie-”
“Don’t.” She hissed suddenly, and Adam realized what he’d said. “Don’t. You. Dare.”
“God damn it, Volt- I found you dead on a Scav’s table, I deserve to know how THE FUCK  you got there!”
There was a moment of intense quiet between them, eyes locked in a set of death glares. Neither was quite ready or wanting to back down. Volt bit her lip and sulked into herself. “...It was an XBD.”
“...What.” He growled.
“Some guy in Japantown was selling XBDs out of a shack. I got curious and snagged one. Must’ve been bugged.”
“You’re telling me you almost died for a BRAINDANCE?”
“It was part of a job-” She shouted back, only to be interrupted by a nasty coughing fit. She spat out some of the blood that pooled in her mouth from it before continuing. “Fixer told me I was picking it up for some dropoff and to scope it beforehand to make sure it wasn’t bugged! It was gonkbrained idea-”
“No shit!” He snarled, backing up so he could huff out his anger before he punched a wall and got an earful from Jax again about “tearing up her establishment”. Another long silence fell over them, tense and uncomfortable. When it was filled, it was with her solemn over the sound of the EKG beeping over her head. “So... you’re the one that found me?”
The cyborg was quiet. The rage left him in an instant, the image of her body on that table returning to the forefront of his mind and making him feel sick again. “Yeah.” He said simply, but Volt could tell he wanted to say more. “I’d never seen you like that before. Even after I got done with you, you didn’t look like that. You weren’t moving or breathing. I tried screaming to see if you’d get up but you didn’t answer. I thought that... you were already dead.”
He trailed off and Volt frowned. A certain softness came to her eyes as she looked over at him. “Adam...”
‘your eyes were open but you were … gone.’ 
He fell deathly quiet once more and Volt squirmed a bit. She tried at a weak smile when he finally pulled his gaze up from where it had dropped down to the floor by his feet. “It’s okay. I’m here now.”
He huffed out a breath, swallowing his pride just a bit to add, “I didn’t like seeing you like that. I didn’t want you to die.”
“Because you love me?” There was no playful edge, no teasing to her words. /he grunted a bit, drawing a faint little giggle from her. “C’mere, big guy.”
Adam let out a puzzled sound. “Just c’mere!”
He scooted a little closer, leaning down to entertain her. He watched curiously as she used all of her strength to raise herself up from the bed, freezing as he felt her lips press a warm, soft kiss to the guard across his jaw right where his mouth would be. That warmth pouring over him flared up, threatening to consume him with the strongest desire to kiss back. But he couldn’t. As she fell back into the sheets, it felt like she took a piece of him with her. Those lovely blue eyes were lidded, a sly little smile lingering on her lips as she looked over his frozen form, and he swore that as she spoke he felt his artificial heart stop again.
“Love ya too, Adam.~”
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💜 motleysort 💜
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    Her face said it all. She was fighting every urge not to laugh in his place and had she been drinking she might’ve sprayed it all over his face. He felt his nails dig into the flesh of his hands in frustration. He wanted nothing more than to slam his hands down and demand her to listen and understand he was being truthful. He was tired of constantly being mocked just because he was an officer. He genuinely cared about doing what the job required, even if it meant ignoring the red tape. As long as justice was served to the right person then he didn’t care how it happened. But he knew that would do nothing to help his cause and would probably infuriate her. But he had to keep his anger from ruining what could possibly be an ally.
    Misha remained tight lipped as she relented a bit. There was hope as she started speaking again. “It doesn’t matter if you want or need my help! What matters is getting the job done. It’s stupid just to turn away more help that could bring the guy doing this to justice just because you’ve got some beef with police. We all need to swallow our prides from time to time.” He argued before going quiet again. He wasn’t earning himself any favors pitching a fit but he was tired of people getting away. He was tired of families having to suffer loss and feeling as if justice was never served. An audible sigh left him when she agreed to work with him, his head dropping slightly. That was a relief.
       “I appreciate it,” he said and nodded in agreement. They were terms he could work with. He just wanted the killings to stop. Let him do something good. “The man’s known name is Gregory Schmidt but I have a hunch that’s not true. And the media calls him The Wire. It’s a stupid name but after he’s tortured his victims he strangles them with some kind of wire. Anything from a phone wire to even barbed wire. I’ve seen it all. He’s been moving all around and will change up what he does to the victim to throw police off. But his fingerprint…or well partial ones are left. I think he’s burned part of them off so he can’t be identified in a database but its like he’s taunting police because its always the same partial print right at the corner the victim’s mouth on the right side.”
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To some degree, he did have a point. It would be stupid to turn people away just because of their affiliation with law enforcement. She supposed she couldn’t blame what she perceived as bias or naivety from him. She wasn’t shutting him down solely because of his ties. She was shutting him down because the last time she’d made the mistake of working with the department, they’d been all too happy to sit back  while she investigated and swoop in just to take credit and leave her as an afterthought - “police assistance” - during their last public address. Suffice to say, when she spoke up about it, she was met with a strong response from them. But that wasn’t any of his business, was it?
She had her way of doing things. He could either take it or leave it.
Pulling open her database, she rifled through the given aliases. Sure enough, there came a surge of media attention on the suspect. Damn vultures. They never seemed to learn that giving a prospective killer the attention only encouraged them. “Even if it was a full fingerprint, it wouldn’t be good enough. Fingerprints aren’t unique to individuals, and if the suspect isn’t registered in any database it could end up leading to a false flag for someone who does match the section. Lifting prints it off the table.”
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She sat back to tap her chin. “The idea that he burned off the pads of his fingers might be plausible. But that leaves a few questions: was it intentional or situational? Whether it’s from an actual heat source or from chemicals. For example, the chemicals in hair products tend to be caustic to skin over time, leading the dissolving of fingerprints over time.” She shut her laptop, standing up to pull her coat off the back of her chair and over her shoulders. “Of course, in my case, the easiest way to get answers is to actually visit the crime scene and sniff around. So, where are we going then?”
Well, that didn’t take very much convincing.
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@ineffablemuses SAID: ‘you don’t have to do this on your own anymore.’ -> Vin and Star
💜 Hellbade: Senua’s Sacrifice // ACCEPTING 💜
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The sentiment is offered a weak smile in return. Star looks over as Vin places a hand on xer back. “I should be the one telling you that.” She sighed. “I’m not the one dying after all.” Xe feels his fingers briefly tense against the muscles of her waist before he moves closer to rest his head on her should.
“Well, y’know... Just because I’m dying, doesn’t mean I can’t still worry about you.” He huffs a soft chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. It misses its mark.
“You have more important things to worry about.” She mumbles, pushing herself up from the couch. Vin watches her hug herself and move over to the kitchen, eyes softening with sadness at the sight. It’s not like her to create distance between the two of them. He knows Star well enough to recognize that she loves being snuggled right up to him. She loves contact, and cuddling, and kisses, and all the intimate touches of affection. She’s borderline clingy with how much she seeks it out. But he loves it, because the warmth of her body and the gentle brushes of her lips against his face makes him feel more alive than he ever has.
It takes his mind off the fact.
So the distance feel so cold. Like his body is the centerpiece in a block of ice. Like he’s in the middle of a tundra in the midst of a blizzard, reaching into blinding whiteness for her hand - for the smallest sliver of comforting heat. Now he’s the one seeking out touch for comfort. It pushes him off the couch and up behind her, the palms of his hands gently resting on her upper arms as he  presses the softest kiss to her shoulder. “Talk to me?” He pleads softly.
“I feel like I’m distracting you. I’m costing you precious time worrying about my stupid fears and paranoias.”
“They’re not stupid.” he insists softly. “You’re traumatized, Star. You went through shit that nobody should have to go through. She suffered for no reason so some assholes could make a profit off of you. And now, you’re terrified of having to go through that again. That’s not stupid. That’s just your brain trying to survive.”
“It’s over. I shouldn’t be afraid like this anymore.” She hissed to herself.
“It’s not over for you.” He insisted, kissing her jaw. “You’re safe now. But your brain doesn’t know that yet. It’s still trying to make sense of things and it needs time to catch up.”
There was a moment of silence before her heard a stifled sob coming from Star. In an instant, Vin swore he felt his heart break. He squeezed her arms gently, nuzzling into her neck to try and comfort her the same way she so often comforted him. His arms slowly circled around to hug her and pull her into him. One violet eye peeked open as she softly choked out, “How long? How long do I have to deal with this?”
“I don’t know,” he murmured, letting his eye slip shut and nuzzling more into her neck. “But I can promise you that I’ll be here for every second of it. No matter how long it takes. I’ll stay with you and help you recover. I promise.”
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