The children are always ours, every single one of them, all over the globe; and I am beginning to suspect that whoever is incapable of recognizing this may be incapable of morality.
Notes on the House of Bondage: James Baldwin, November of 1980
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I dont know what Is the secret Behind holding ur hand why i love it , Maybe just the simplicity of it because Intertwining fingers can say so much more than words can, or poems that try too hard.
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Guys. We manifested long hair Lance.
We manifested Alonso to stay at Aston (forever)
Next we must
🌸☀️🌟 MANIFEST STROLLONSO CONTENT 🌟☀️🌸
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My submission for day 4 of the @zelinkcommunity Zelink Week 2023: Hand in Hand
Find the fic excerpt below!
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Link slipped a finger beneath one of her gloves. His eyes did not leave hers for a moment.
"May I?"
Zelda was hesitant. For a long time, she had hidden her deepest secrets behind those gloves. All the blood she carried in her hands, the marks of her failure written across her skin, she'd buried it all between layers upon layers of cotton, silk and linen. But not anymore. Link had laid himself bare before her, heart and body; he wished to hide nothing from her, and... maybe it was time for her to do the same. Perhaps, with his unending devotion, he could finally clean her hands of all the guilt they'd been holding on to.
Her nod was shaky.
Without missing a beat, he kissed her fingers, the back of her hands, everywhere his lips could find. He ran his calloused fingers up her wrists until his palms met hers; one at a time, he entangled his fingers with her own, wasting no time to leave on them yet another kiss.
"My queen", he whispered, glowing redder when she used her free hand to pull him closer. "This is— the ring— it was always for you. Only for you." He lowered his head. "I did not know if I could, or if I can—"
Zelda cradled his face and, with a laugh, pressed her lips against his. He had kissed her senseless countless times, and still, she had never seen him so red before.
"Yes, Link, you may have my hand in marriage. However... I would like to hear you ask properly."
He smiled against her the largest grin he could muster. If his queen had asked, he shall abide. From the couch she lay on, he went down to the floor and kneeled.
"My queen, my Goddess... Zelda." He caressed her ungloved hand, running his thumb across the Triforce engraved on it. How soft and beautiful her hands were, just like all of her; perhaps, one day, he would cherish them enough that she would not feel the need to conceal them so often. "Will you marry me?"
She leaned forward on the couch until her lips hovered right above his. They curled into a smile, one she could not hold back. She had been waiting for this — no, hoping for this — for so long. So long.
"Yes, Link", she breathed against his lips, and she felt his grin grow. His hand wrapped on the back of her neck, deepening the kiss, and from them on, neither of them had the need to speak anymore.
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