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𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚜: '𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎' 𝙽𝚘𝚗-𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 [𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚜 𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎] 𝚡 𝙶𝙽.𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷.𝟽𝚔

𝙲𝚆: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙

𝙰/𝙽: 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝙸'𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎

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𝙰 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙾𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕? 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝?

𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝚂𝚘, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘.

𝙷𝚎’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢, 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚎? 𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎? 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚒𝚝… 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍? 𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗.

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜. 𝚂𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎-𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎? 𝙾𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚣𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝?

𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚜, 𝙱𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚛, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙰𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍, 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘?

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝..? 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚣𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚋. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑… 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎.

𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚘𝚖, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍-𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎.

𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚝. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌? 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔? 𝙽𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑. 𝚂𝚘, 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗-𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗-𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎.

𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖. 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐?

𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚍. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎. 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍. 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕.

𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚝. 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚘𝚠-𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎! 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞!𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝..? 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎… 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚢, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍… 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜’ 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑.

𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚘’𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕? "𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙, 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐." 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝.

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𝙰 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐… 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎. 𝙷𝚎’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝, 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚎? 𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎!

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚢, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞! 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙷𝚎’𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙾𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎! 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚊𝚗.

𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕. 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜… 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔.

𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢. 𝙷𝚎’𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏… 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔. 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗.

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𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝙰𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗��𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗. 𝙸𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑?

𝙸𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎-𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙. 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎-𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝟸𝟺/𝟽 𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚢, 𝚘𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍.

𝚂𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.

𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘.

𝙾𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝙰𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘..?

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yan-lorkai · 5 months

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hello! your requests are open, so here i am! could i request the dateables noticing that mc hates demon food? like complete refusal to eat it, even starving themselves if there is no option for human food. if you dont want to do the group it can just be barbatos :3

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Honestly Devildom food really can be something else ತ⁠_⁠ತ, though I can understand Mc since I would also hesitate to eat anything that seemed strange. How would I even know that the dishes weren't poisonous to humans? Regardless I hope you enjoy!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Characters: Simeon, Barbatos, Solomon, Thirteen & Diavolo

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Warnings: Yandere content, forced feeding, that's all.

Simeon understands your struggle with eating Devildom's food since everything is so different from what you are used to, but the angel understands that you need to adapt since you will be spending a long time down here. Simeon is not at Barbatos' level but he prepares varied snacks and meals hoping you'll find something you like; the result however is always the same. You hate it and he doesn't have the heart to force you to eat it, even for him the demons' food is extremely strange and has a peculiar taste.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Lying is wrong, but if you don't eat anything you will get sick. So Simeon lies about the ingredients that Diavolo supposedly sent to you and uses his angelic magic to disguise the taste, the texture, the smell and to change the appearance of the dish. If you discover his little lie, he will feel guilty and apologize, and he will be sincere about his intentions. He doesn't like lying to you after all but he's not gonna let you starve yourself, he will hold you in his lap and spoonfed you if necessary.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Barbatos imagined that something like this could happen, after all demonic cuisine is completely different and he can understand why you would be uncomfortable trying something so strange. There are dishes that genuinely don't look good but taste good but you vehemently refuse to try any dish that isn't human. But his knowledge about food is extensive, drinks, foods and fruits, he is sure he can create the perfect dish that suits your taste buds.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ However, starving yourself is not possible in front of him. If necessary, he will shove food into your mouth and hold your limbs while you struggle, and you will eat everything until there is no grain left. He can be an attentive butler when he needs to be, but if you continue to act like a child and refuse to eat he will think of more extreme measures to get you to eat.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Well... You are insistent on eating human food, but I think that after you taste Solomon's dishes you will be able to eat Devildom's dishes without any problems. Or, you can persist through the horrors and continue eating the food of your fellow human, whose appearance always looks like the food is going to jump off the plate and choke you to death. But well, it's human food like you wanted.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Solomon understands your reluctance to try Devildom's food since it looks strange, but he convinces you little by little to eat it so you don't get sick. And as a human, you trust him (bad idea, really, you shouldn't trust someone who doesn't know how to cook). While he gets you used to Devildom food, Solomon still happily cooks for you, even packing lunches for you and inviting you on kitchen dates to spend time together - the brothers and the dateables reaction is like this btw: (⁠╬⁠☉⁠д⁠⊙⁠)⁠⊰

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ At least there are instant noodles, apples and pancakes in Devildom, so you can possibly survive on that.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Thirteen is a reaper, but reapers and demons share similarities in many things, especially food. It might be a little weird at first, but Thirteen likes it and she shares her food with you, piling food on your plate until it looks like a mountain and she watches you push and turn the vegetables and meat around. Humans are funny, why don't you just ignore the taste and texture and eat? You know that if you don't eat you can get sick and die, would this be your way of telling her that you want her to harvest your soul early? Oh my, are you courting her?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Thirteen goes to the human world often to collect souls so while she is there she can bring you snacks and food that you like, however this all comes at a price. Sometimes it's easy things like spending time with her or helping her build her traps, but she tends to escalate her requirements with each trip made to the human world.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Diavolo, bless his heart, was too excited about the exchange program stuff and ended up forgetting about that little aspect. He's never tasted human food and you've never tasted demon food, so it's only fair that he invites you to a little feast where you can taste each other's worldly food. He's having the time of his life, listening to you talk about the human world and the place you live, but you're not having as much fun. Who the hell eats Quetzalcoatl Brain? What even is Quetzalcoatl brain?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ It's important for you to note that although he has the power to bring human food here and he wants to do that, Diavolo won't. You will get used to this new cuisine whether you want to or not, isn't it customary to eat different foods when visiting different countries? You're just being silly in his opinion. Do you want to go hungry? May you go hungry then, it's his exchange program and he chose you to be part of it, your little aversion won't be a problem. In the end of the day, Diavolo could very well just use his magic to make you eat.

#obey me #yandere obey me #yandere barbatos #yandere diavolo #yandere solomon #yandere simeon #yandere thirteen #solomon x mc #simeon x mc #thirteen x mc #barbatos x mc #diavolo x mc #solomon x reader #barbatos x reader #simeon x reader #diavolo x reader #thirteen x reader #13 x mc #13 x reader

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delusionalwings · 1 year

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Omg I was thinking abt how the OB boys would be with an MC that has a beautiful voice. Like Lucifer would never admit hoe much he loves hearing them sing, Mammon would ask them to have a little concert so he can charge people even tho he thinks no one else deserves to hear their voice. Levi would want them to repeat his favorite characters voice lines, or the way Satan would love sharing them read books and how Asmo could sit and listen to them talk for hours. Ofc Belphie would want them to sing him to sleep and Beel would always invite them to his workouts, because sometimes he gets lucky and MC sings along to his music (he purposely plays songs he knows they like for that reason)

ohmigod buddy, you are so right! I especially love the mammon one for some reason. TvT LUCIFER IS A PIECE OF SHIT, ISN'T HE?! i would flirt with levi till he passes out XD. as someone who loves to read, i love the satan one ;-; asmo, yaassshhh let's get the gossip going. he definitely wants to become an idol with mc. he also starts a channel called "the voice of the devildom" or something where they ulpoad music videos. it's pro level. ah another day of belphie getting an excuse to be closer to mc ;) beel also loves it when you sing after he finishes eating. it's sweet.

mc would ace seductive speechcraft like a breeze if they have the confidence to say flirty lines-

i wrote for luci and some side characters TvT

― synopsis -> when mc has a beautiful voice

― characters -> lucifer, diavolo, simeon, barbatos

― gender neutral reader

― headcanons

― warnings -> yandere content

LUCIFER

The first time he catches you singing, he hides his presence and gets lost in your melody. That is when he decides that your voice must be his alone.

“Hmm. Why would you stop? Did I give you the permission to do so?”

Unbeknowst to you, he sometimes hums the songs that you are fond of singing when presumably alone. He never admits that he actually enjoys those. He lets on that it’s all his scheme to make your life miserable.

SIMEON

That sounds like the call of the divine, the voice of the angels! What lovely music it is to the ears!

“[Name], could you say the prayers today too? After all, your voice seems to be formed for this reason...”

Whenever he faces a writer’s block or feels frustrated in general, he asks you to read to him. Your voice has a quality that helps him visualise better. If you read any of his recent works, you will find how he writes about prophecies in enchanting voices, sirens calling out to bewitch angels or even a whisper in the dark. Your voice calls out to him in more ways than one.

DIAVOLO

What beautiful voice you possess! After this discovery, he decides to update his schedule to include an hour of you singing human world songs. Daily. What can be better than experiencing human world culture by enjoying the voice of his love?

He is enthusiastic about holding festivals and nudges, almost subtly forces, you to sing in those. After all, the entire Devildom must witness your talents and realise how amazing the various realms are. What potential healthy bonds can hold!

BARBATOS

Your voice reminds him of the soothing aroma of fresh tea. Even though the word ‘cunning’ perfectly suits Barbatos, he feels that you have a better claim to that title. You would speak innocently yet the words would pierce hearts. The moment you open your mouth in Seductive Speechcraft, even the Young Master is charmed.

Barbatos notices and knows that you do not have any ulterior motive but he can’t help but try to be on his guard and... ultimately fails. You are so cunning, aren’t you? Cunning and clueless... The things that you do to those around you and him. Can’t you see?

He has found that your voice helps his spirits to an extent where his efficiency improves too. How can he let you go after that? You will indulge him, won’t you?

#obey me #yandere #gender neutral reader #gender neutral mc #obey me yandere #forbidden path #male yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere lucifer #yandere diavolo #yandere barbatos #yandere simeon #x mc #x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines

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l1tw1ck · 1 year

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A Fate Better Than Death

Simeon would rather die than to not have you

Bottom!FTM!Yandere Simeon x Top!Masc Reader

↳ [Event] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Non-Con Somnophilia, Mention of Murder, Slight Religious Themes, Belly Bulge, Riding, Cheating, Creampie

📝 W.C 717

Ever since you met, Simeon has been infatuated with you and was blessed with living in Purgatory Hall with you. He always comes to your room late at night just to watch you sleep.

At first, being around you and looking at you has been enough. But now it's the complete opposite. He's starting to want sinful things. To have you inside him, fuck him, use him, ruin him.

He craves you and he'd rather be shunned by the Archangel than to be without you. You're all he wants, needs, and deserves.

He hates that you're dating someone else, someone that isn't him, someone that shouldn't be alive. But that person doesn't matter to him, you're his. And if he has to take you back by force, then so be it.

You look peaceful as you're sleeping, completely unaware of the fact that an Angel is hovering over you and about to commit multiple sins.

He fingers himself desperately. "I love you~" He whispers into your ear on repeat, his voice soothing to your sleeping self.

Simeon quickly strips you down to nothing, he's already taken his clothes off minutes before. His hands caress your body before landing on your soft length. He gently wraps his fist around your cock, mimicking the way he touches his t-dick and watches in awe as it springs to life.

"Big.." He mumbles and hovers over your length. Simeon moves himself down, moaning when your tip penetrates him. The fact that he's sinning finally starts to sink in as he sinks down further on your cock. "Mmh~"

He presses his hand on his stomach, which is bulging from your size. "Finally.." He lets out a sharp breath. He lifts himself up experimentally and drops down, a loud moan leaving his lips. He hopes no one heard it. Simeon repeats that action over and over, bouncing shamelessly on your cock.

You wake up in a haze, barely able to process the fact that you're inside someone. You assume it's your boyfriend, [name], so you place your hands on Simeon's waist and take over.

Simeon's eyes and mouth are blown wide, loud wanton moans coming out that are sure to wake the others. But he doesn't care, your hands are on his body and he loves how warm they are. "Yes~! Yes~!"

"Fuckin' slut.." You murmur, a smirk on your face and you still fail to realize who it really is.

Simeon gasps and squirts, immensely turned on by being degraded. He's never had an orgasm before, especially one so strong.

You don't stop, selfishly chasing your orgasm. Simeon throws his head back as you use him like a doll, crying out in pleasure as he feels your cock twitch inside him.

You fuck into him for the last few times before spilling your cum inside him.

After coming down from your high, you realize that you're not fucking your boyfriend. "Simeon?!" You whisper yell, letting go of him.

"More please~! I want more~!" He begs.

"No- I- I have a boyfriend, you-" You get interrupted by his hands wrapping around your throat. He goes back riding you, moaning angelically despite his actions being anything but.

"Ah~! Feels so good~!" He grins.

It might be due to your lightheadedness, or that he's just gorgeous, but you can't help but find yourself enchanted with him. You start to forget about your boyfriend entirely.

"Simeon-" You choke out.

He moans your name in return, loosening his grip on your neck. You bring your hands back to his waist and flip him onto his back. You fuck into him roughly, all morals thrown out the window.

"Yes~! Harder~!" He exclaims. "Oh God~!"

"You're a whore–" You groan. "Slutty little whore of an angel."

He rolls his eyes back, a grin on his face. "I'm a whore~!" His wings pop out, the ends singed and about to turn to ashes.

You hold the end of his wing, causing the burning to increase and move down. "Are you even an angel anymore?" You mock.

Simeon shakes his head. "'M yours!"

You chuckle. "Maybe I'll be yours too." You slow down, coming inside him for the second time.

He blocks out the word 'Maybe', a euphoric grin on his face.

"Mine.." He mumbles as his wings disintegrate into nothing.

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i-am-the-avatar-of-idiocy · 1 year

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Baby trapping with the yandere obey me boys

AFAB! Reader, you/your pronouns, my favouritism for certain characters being obvious

tw pregnancy/yandere

Part 2- do they see the child as their own person or an extension of MC?

Who do I think is most to least likely to baby trap MC?

Diavolo

I honestly think this partially because he needs an heir because he’s a royal but also he’s delusional. He truly believes you love everything he does and you’re both ready to have a child. It also ties you down to him, what more does he want but that? If you have a child together, surely you can’t leave him.

he dismisses your fears with patronising words and gentle touches. It seems you cannot anger him during this period, take this newfound power with care though. Just because he can’t punish you now, doesn’t mean he’ll hold a grudge

from an outsider looking in, you are an adorable couple excited for their baby to be born, but they don’t see the crying as you are kept at arms length so you don’t do something stupid. They don’t see the pain you feel when he talks to your growing belly in such a tender way that you wish your relationship could be normal. It would be a comfort then. But it’s not. It feels like a constant threat, you are too afraid to push him away or move

I think your child(ren) will grow up thinking you and diavolo are normal and lost in love with one another until they reach their teen years where they realise it’s not healthy. You think they’ll help you? I’m afraid your mistaken, they will simply act as guard dogs for their father. You cant leave now, none of them want you too. You love them don’t you?

leviathan

levi is next in my list.

this might not be a popular pick for this high position but it asserts to him that you are HIS

he’s not prepared to be a father, you don’t want his child

You cant find help anywhere, his brothers don’t know your there. You just know there is a child inside you and you want it gone.

levi sees it as a sign of your love, he feels affirmed by it

he will do research to help you but you just cry. This delusional demon thinks they’re happy tears

he tries to make you feel happy, truly

The chains are for your safety

he wants you to be together forever and this child HE put there keeps you tied. Why cant you understand that?

the pregnancy runs surprisingly smooth however you are left a broken being by the end of it

You think this could alert the brothers though, however what you don’t realise is that leviathan has a secondary location prepared. You’re still a prisoner, but you have a bit more space. You can hardly look at the child when it looks so similar to the bastard who kidnapped you. You know it’s not their fault but you hate them

the child(ren) grow up knowing you and their father aren’t a normal couple

I see 2 outcomes: they help you escape and reintegrate you into society and call their uncles to help OR when they still are young and Levi isn’t around you kill them. You feel guilty but in the spur of the moment it seemed logical. And Levi went furious over this and you were drowned when he summoned Lotan. He couldn’t believe you were all dead. He kept you and the kid in a coffin looking for ways to bring you back. You can only hope he doesnt

Lucifer

Well it’s quite obvious he’d be high on the list

hes a control freak and a sadist

seeing you wailing as it’s obvious that your pregnant makes him feel a sick sense of joy.

you’re stuck with him. Forever. You couldn’t raise a half demon child on your own and you know it. You couldn’t provide and no one would believe what lucifer did to you was true

hes baby-proofing everything

he constantly reminds you of it too

He knows how much you hate this situation , but he just doesn’t seem to care

he does make sure you get all the care you need and everything you could even think of.

the pregnancy runs somewhat smoothly with only your hatred of him causing some disruption

he still punishes you, but lighter than before.

you try not to hate the baby, you know it’s the fathers fault, but you can’t help but want to cry as you see the dark hair and red eyes in small bundle you hold close to you. You want to protect it though, from Lucifer

he seems to be more tender than before, but he’s still cruel

Lucifer uses the child as a reward. If you behave you see it. If you don’t, would be a shame if something happened, wouldn’t it?

It could grow up cruel and like it’s father or like you, wanting you to get out. Maybe if it speaks out when it’s older and people get to you fast enough, you’ll be saved? This depends on how much the child sees you though

Satan

He is sure it will strengthen the bond between you

he also just wants you to feel forced to stay with him

surprisingly, he treats you both extremely well. It’s almost enough to help you forget the circumstances on your ‘relationship’ ALMOST

he enjoys reading books to the bump and kissing it, it’s honestly heartwarming.

he makes sure you get all the medical attention you need and also your cats are an excellent form of comfort and warmth

he enjoys looking after you, he treats you so well because maybe the entire experience might make Stockholm get its hold in you?

The child sees the healthy side of your relationship because you cannot bear the idea of it seeing what happens behind closed doors

it grows up blissfully unaware and if it does work it out, they will simply ignore it, out of fear or not, you’ll never know

youll be the image of the happy family, but you never will be and you know it.

Mammon

It was an accident but a part of him is happy

He and your love formed a whole new thing.

you can’t leave him now, after all you have showed your devotion

unfortunately he thinks he knows how this will work. He doesn’t

he takes up more of your time than before and he doesn’t provide everything you need. No doctors appointments because he can’t stand other people touching you

so it’s a horrible experience

you suffer through the whole experience and he can’t see it

the child grows up like their father I’m afraid, clingy and a bit of a moron but you try not to hold their resemblance to their father against them

you might be able to get away I think. Depends on the plan

Simeon

Honestly I think you could ignore the toxic traits and it could happen quite quickly with him. It looks like a normal relationship but you know deep down it’s not

its a ‘planned’ thing. By Simeon of course. Not you

he keeps you close so you can’t leave. Even before the child(ren) is born you’re stuck with him

he treats you incredibly. He keeps you as happy as you can be in that situation

the child is radiant and the perfect combination of you and it’s father. He loves the baby, you hurt that you and him are now joined in the way of a child

simeon acts as though you are normal and always have been. You go along with it. You’ve never seen him truly angry and you don’t want to so you go along with his lies.

the child grows up with affectionate parents and becomes a well rounded adult. Also big brother Luke is prominent in their life

they end up as an amazing person and you are so proud, but you know that if you asked them for help, told them the truth of their father, they wouldn’t believe you.

beelzebub

Hes a family man

Once again may be an accident

he knows your relationship is unhealthy but he thinks this will repair it

he also wants you to love him more

the pregnancy is average, not amazing, not terrible

hes sure he’ll be a great dad and assures you of it

the baby grows up in an alright household. It seems like the usual family, arguments and affection

The child won’t know what happens when they sleep and before they were born. And they never will and beel makes sure they’ll never find out

Asmodeus

Asmodeus has a true love of you. He just presents it in a less than ideal way (blackmailling you to be in a relationship with him)

he thinks that the baby will be so cute on your shared devilgram. It may also be a publicity stunt on top of forcing you to stay close to him.

you get arguably the BEST treatments in the Devildom and glow throughout the process. You’re pretty, healthy and pregnant with his baby, what more could asmo want

the baby is one of the ones that grows up in the public eye. It’s sad honestly. They grow up with little privacy

they also know (despite their father trying to hide it) the way you two ‘fell in love’, they want to help you. You’ve always been their favourite parent too

if they help you, you present it publicly that you just weren’t happy anymore. Only you three know the truth. You and the child will remain popular and wealthy and you’re safe now. The child will go a bit obsessive over your safety, make sure it doesn’t go too far though. If they don’t, it will either just remain unknown or it might come out when you snap. Will everyone believe you?

barbatos

Honestly he could go anywhere on this list. I’ve put him here though because I believe he doesn’t feel as though he has to.

he does it doesn’t do it depending on his wants. If barbatos wants a child, he’ll have a child with you. The universe is on his side, so you can’t deny it seems logical that you can’t really say no.

he may leave some feelings of not wanting the baby from you but this honestly once again depends on his feeling and his ‘relationship’ with you. If you’re more willing to fight he will be more sadistic. If you’re Docile, he’ll be kinder and gentle

( i have a headcanon that barb’s SO can see visions of the future and past but like only in other universes. I’ve written it in other works I think somewhere. I gained it from a creator who has a similar one but I changed it up a tiny bit to fit what I think so MC also has this going on for them)

the pregnancy runs perfectly. No problems. Not once.

he takes care of you really well

The child knows their parents are not in a healthy relationship.

it helps their father. Remember that he can change things to fit his will? Everything forced you to stay with him. Himself and his child. The slim chance of escape has reduced to 0, don’t worry though. They’ll take care of you

Belphegor

Belphegor doesn’t know anything about having children. But one too many escape attempts has lead him to the conclusion of a child. That would force you to stay

The pregnancy goes badly, simple enough and leads to you being in pain.

oh and by the way, you’ll be the only taking care of the child, belphie only sees it as a method of keeping you close to him.

you behave for your child’s safety. You find yourself fond of them. and of course belphie uses that against you

the child knows how bad the relationship is but doesn’t comment as it’s afraid of it’s father

Solomon

Cannot see him with kids. He doesn’t think he’d be a good father and I don’t think so either. He’s somewhat self aware

he simply uses magic to tie you down instead

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yanderemommabean · 7 months

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Hey, Mamma, I was wondering if you could do a yandere simeon x reader Where he becomes immensely jealous of how close MC is with the 7 brothers. Anyways have a lovely day.

Being an angel isn’t as easy as the others make it seem. Following the rules as strictly as one can, makes it rather stressful, as once you’re out of line, you’re easily cast aside and away with the rest of the fallen. He doesn’t have hatred towards the brothers, really he doesn't, he still misses them dearly as does Michael. But goodness, does he get jealous. Can you blame him? For god's sake these brutish demons down here get so close to hurting you and the brothers swoop in and save the day and warm your heart. You shouldn’t be that close to danger anyway! If you were with him, in his arms, far away from this wretched place, you’d be safe and sound, spoiled and happy. He’d count your eyelashes while you sleep, count every scar and mole with a smile, bask in that soft skin under his finger tips, make you fall apart and put you back together with his-

Oh. Pardon his lustful thoughts! You’re just too tempting you know? He’s so envious of the demons who get to think such things and not be reprimanded for stating them outloud. It must be so nice to be openly sinful, and be rewarded for it. He wants to whisper the filthiest things in your ear while you’re helpless beneath him, begging for more, or even so weak and shaking you beg him to stop, but he knows he can work a few more blissful moments from you. He wants those lips to speak only to him, murmur only his name, call out for his help and his aid, but sadly…You were summoned here before he was.

He was too late to save you from the demon brother's nasty,hungry, insatiable grip. And if he wants to keep his status, he has to let them continue being the slobbering dogs that they are. He loves them, he does, but he also knows what they turn into when you come around.

Oh wouldn’t it be a shame if he pretended to be bad with technology and accidentally sent a virus to break their phones so they couldn’t notify you of anything? Wouldn't it be just awful luck if he needed them to babysit Luke after a “fight” so you’d come and ask what happened, spending more time with him and distracting the sinful fallen angels? He can make many many plans. If he plays this right he can be believed, never be caught, just fully gaining more and more of your time while playing dumb. Maybe he can even convince you to leave this place and join him in the celestial realm instead, but, time will tell.

If not? Maybe he can steal you. If that gets him kicked out? Well, it's a good thing he knows a few rather docile hiding spots in the darkness of the devildom. It's just a pity those pacts seem to be so strong. Maybe he can find a way to rid them? Then what ties would you even have to want to stay? The human realm seems just as plausible for him to hide you away in as well, surely he can think of something.

-Mommabean (Hope you liked it beans! )

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yandere-daydreams · 8 months

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Title: Protection.

Written for the very, very lovely @letstalktea.

Pairing: Simeon x Yandere!Reader (Obey Me).

Word Count: 6.0k.

TW: Unhealthy Relationships, Manipulation, Reader Puts Themself In Dangerous Situations But Has No Intention To Actually Die, Unbalanced Power Dynamics, Implied Masturbation, and Stalking.

The day Simeon was assigned to you was also the first day he saved your life.

It was mostly an ornamental title, that of a guardian angel. Humans, by and large, lived terribly mundane and predictable lives, with little conflict and outcomes that couldn’t be helped by the gentle tug to the strings of fate angels were allowed to provide from the comfort of the Celestial Realm. Simeon had looked after hundreds of charges in the past, had seen countless mortal lives start and end, and even he could count the number of times he’d been forced or able to intervene on a single hand. Normally, an angel of his rank wouldn’t be given such a hollow assignment at all, but you were a special case – your previous guardian injured in a rare skirmish with a hostile demon and anyone else who might’ve taken on her responsibilities during her recovery already looking after one or more human charges. If he arranged it, your safety could have easily been handed off to another low-ranking angel with an apology and a promise that they’d be relieved soon, but what kind of leader would that make Simeon? Certainly not the type he cared to be.

No, you were the only mortal being in any of the three realms to ever have an archangel at their disposal. If you had any way of knowing who was looking after you, you surely would’ve counted yourself lucky.

Outings like this were also rather unorthodox, even more so for someone of his rank. It really wasn’t necessary, he had ways of monitoring you from the comfort of the Celestial Realm, but he liked to handle such intimate matters personally, and he wasn’t going to turn down an excuse to step out of his office for the better part of a morning. With a crepe from the stand you’d passed a few minutes ago in one hand and the other fussing with the collar of a coat meant to block out a chill he could only pretend to feel, Simeon trailed a few hundred feet after you, keeping your brightly colored scarf in the corner of his eye as he let himself get lost in the flow of the crowd. When you came to a busy intersection, he stopped as well, stepping under the patio of a small coffee shop and checking his watch. He’d already reviewed your schedule, already knew that your office was just another block away. You’d stay in the building until this afternoon, then stop at a local bar for a few drinks with a friend. The rest of your night would be spent in your apartment, some decade-old drama playing in the background as you worked on one of your constantly rotating hobbies. A simple life, but one you seemed to find satisfying enough. One that kept you out of trouble, meaning that there’d be less trouble for him, too.

He allowed himself a small smile. Just as his lips quirked upward, the crowd behind you shifted, knocking those closest to the curb forward and throwing you off-balance. He could see you start to tilt, make out your eyes widening as you turned to face the oncoming traffic you’d be stumbling into, but Simeon only hummed, raising a hand and curling two fingers into his palm. As if on the other end of a line, you jerked back, falling onto the sidewalk rather than the road and saving you both a great deal of worry. It would’ve been a meaningless death, a total accident with minimal impact on all those involved. In cases like this, so purposelessly tragic, the greater forces of fate and destiny seemed willing to turn a blind eye.

You didn’t move immediately, remaining on the ground even after the pedestrian single buzzed and the crowd surrounding you began to move, but your shock didn’t surprise him – most mortals had keener senses than creatures who worked with the supernatural cared to acknowledge. Rather, what caught him off-guard was the second you took to glance over your shoulder, your eyes meeting his for the briefest of moments before a woman passing by offered you a hand and knocked you out of your temporary trance. He was nearly too stunned to move until you were out of his sight, but his shock dissipated with a breath of a laugh, a quick shake of his head. You were lucky, after all.

At least this assignment was proving to be an interesting one, after all.

The second time he saved you, he began to consider consulting your previous guardian about any curses or hexes you might’ve been the victim of. In jest, of course.

At that point, it was only in jest.

To your credit, he hadn’t even intended to visit you, that day. He’d been in the Human World on business (if he could call Luke’s seasonal urge to ‘observe mortal winter traditions’ business). Checking on his ill-fated ward while he was in the neighborhood was just a whim, an excuse to carve out a few minutes for himself in an otherwise hectic day. Call it… an older brother’s intuition. Clairvoyancy had never been one of his talents, but somehow, he must’ve known something would happen to you.

He found you, strangely enough, deviating from your usual routine – taking a late-night walk through one of the more scenic parts of your city. Much of the population had already taken shelter from the biting cold, but you seemed content meandering through a local park, wandering down an overgrown footpath at a pace that rang true to your lack of destination. He trailed behind you, remaining just outside of your peripheral. He’d always been charmed by moments like this; so small, so inconsequential, so human. The Celestial Realm was such a bright place, so crowded with so much to get done. As an angel, he rarely had a minute to spare. Humans, on the other hand, were happy to act as if they had all the time in the world to waste.

With your hands shoved in your pockets and your head bowed low, you started onto a dilapidated wooden bridge, the river below already covered in a thin layer of frost but not quite frozen. You only paused when you reached the center, leaning out over a rotting guardrail and admiring the view, although he couldn’t say he was sure what you were hoping to see.

You were too close to notice, but Simeon caught it. He looked on with the rapt attention of a well-trained voyeur as the post of the guardrail buckled and dislocated, as rotting wood fell away from rusting nails and began to collapse onto the ice below. This time, it was genuine panic that flooded into his veins, overwhelming his better judgement in a way your last bout of misfortune hadn’t. There was no time to think about which trick he wanted to use, about whether or not this fate would be one the strings of destiny would guide you towards; one moment, he was watching you jolt forward and the next, he was at your side, his arms wrapped around your waist as he hauled you back onto the bridge, as both of you collapsed into a heap of wide eyes and unsteady breathing. You didn’t make a sound, your shock intense enough to make you swallow all but the smallest, sharpest gasp. Poor thing. Honestly, he wouldn’t have been surprised if the fright alone was enough to make your heart stop.

Still, you recovered quickly, forcing out a jarring laugh as you struggled to untangle yourself from him. Eventually, you managed to sit up, coming to rest on your knees. “I—I’m sorry, this just happened a few weeks ago, too. I would’ve gotten hit by a car if—” You cut yourself off, slamming your hands against your thigh. “I… I think I’ve just been unlucky, lately. Or, really lucky, if you’re that kind of person.”

It took him a second to find his own voice, another to realize he had to use it. “I’m just glad I was passing by.” He tried to sound like he was just as shaken up as you were, just as inexperienced with death as the average mortal would be. It was both a comfort and a new source of anxiety that the way his voice shook was not completely within his control. “Are you alright? I know some first aid, or I could call a—”

You were kind enough to put him out of misery quickly. “No, no, I’m fine. I couldn’t ask you to do anything else for me.” Your smile was brilliant – delicate, but brilliant, a beautiful example of mortal fortitude. “In fact, I should be the one doing something for you. Considering how cold that water is, I’m pretty sure you just saved my life.”

“That won’t be necessary.” He was far too involved already. Most guardian angels went decades before ever seeing their human wards in-person, let alone speaking to them. If your eyes had actually met during your previous encounter, this would be the second time you’d spotted your unseen protector. “If you’re not injured,” he started, standing to his full height and offering you a hand. With no hesitation, you accepted it, letting him pull you onto your feet. “I’d be happy knowing you got home safely. That is, if you’re comfortable with an escort.”

He moved to pull his hand out of yours, but your grip was iron-clad. “C-can I have your name?” It was less of a question and more of a plea, as if you were asking him for the antidote to some fatal illness. When he hesitated, his smile faltering, you went on, your nails digging into the skin of his wrist. If he’d been anything less than what he was, it might’ve hurt. “I just—I know it sounds insane, but I’ve just got this feeling that we’ve met before, and something’s going to happen to me if we don’t—”

“Simeon,” he said, his grin taking on a comforting note. Slowly, as best not to startle you, he brought up his free hand, cupping your cheek as gently as he could. “You don’t have to justify yourself. It’s Simeon.”

You beamed, moving to respond, but a burst of golden light erupted from his palm before you could so much as open your mouth. He saw the faintest hint of confusion play across your expression, but in a moment, your eyes fell shut, your body going limp. For what felt like the hundredth time, you threatened to collapse, but he caught you before you could hit the ground – taking you in his arms and letting out a breath of a laugh. He’d take you back to your apartment, and by morning, you’d have no recollection of your brief encounter. Hopefully, the spell would help to dull the memories of the first time he overstepped his boundaries too, but he could only hope for so much.

As long as you stayed out of trouble, he would be happy to look after his ill-fated little ward from a distance.

The twelfth time he saved you, he realized that ‘distance’ was not something you took lightly.

Admittedly, he probably should’ve caught on after the fourth incident, when you walked out onto melting ice with little more protection than a paper-thin cardigan and a pair of snow damaged dress-shoes, or the eighth, when you accepted a friend of a friend’s invitation to go on a sky-view tour of the city in the plane he’d made by-hand (luckily, your flying coffin never gotten more than a few feet of the ground – something that had nothing to do with Simeon’s interference). Denial made him slow to realize what was going on, even slower to accept that you might’ve been something more than a particularly unfortunate mortal. In all that he’d seen of human behavior, one core tenant had always held true; that, above all else, they would seek their own preservation. The evidence that you might be doing something, anything other than doing what little you could to make your already short life a few years longer was inconvenient enough to ignore, if only for the time it took him to attend to his responsibilities in the Celestial Realm.

…responsibilities your self-sacrificial tendencies quickly found a way to tamper with, as well. He really had to give you more credit – it must’ve been difficult to interfere with matters on a plane you couldn’t have known even existed, and yet, you found a way.

It was a cherub that alerted him, bursting into a meeting Micheal had called among the archangels. The boy was red-faced and panting, but managed to speak before Simeon could call for a healer. “There’s—” He paused, struggled to pull air into his lungs. “Simeon, sir, there’s an emergency.”

With a slow exhale, he pushed himself to his feet. The other archangels offered no protest, only nodding as he positioned himself at the cherub’s side and rested a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You were right to come to me. What’s wrong?”

Another gasping breath, a white-knuckle grip to the side of the marble door. “It’s your ward.”

Instantly, Simeon’s expression fell.

He didn’t stop to wait for a more descriptive explanation. Rather, he urged the cherub to take a seat and rushed into the empty hallway, summoning a small orb of reflective golden light with a flick of his wrist. Nearly lost in the summoned sunrays was, of course, a projection of you, walking along a concrete ledge no thicker than your wrist. The greater context was lost on him, but he saw enough to recognize where you were – on the roof of your office building, dozens of stories above the ground. You were missing your blazer, too, and one of your shoes. He could only imagine where you’d lost them.

Mouth agape and eyes wide, Simeon watched in pure disbelief as you inched forward, your balance more of a hopeful thought than a practiced skill. Despite your shaking legs and unsteady posture, a smile was plastered across your lips, toothy and almost painfully wide. You looked ecstatic, despite being one misstep away from a certain and sudden death. If he hadn’t known better, he would’ve called you zealous.

For long, agonizing seconds, it was all he could do to watch you, to try to separate the sound of his heart beating in his ears from that of his racing pulse. His vision blurred with panic, a strange mix of dread and adrenaline muting what few rational thoughts he could summon. There was something else blended into the combination, too – something darker, something that seemed to coil in the depths of his chest and tear at his ribs as it expanded. Hatred was not a feeling most angels were capable of, let alone familiar with to identify without deep self-reflection and weeks of careful meditation, and yet, in that moment, Simeon knew he loathed you. For making him bend the rules he’d lived by for so long. For making him feel something other than a vague, warm fondness for the humans he’d always held such affection for.

He loathed himself, for being foolish enough to save your life in the first place.

When you finally slipped, the heel of your remaining shoe slipping over the ledge and throwing off your delicate balance, it was all Simeon could do to watch, to stare at the projection and pray to whoever angels prayed to that he’d bring himself to keep watching until you went tumbling over the wrong side, until you fell just like you were supposed to have fallen weeks ago, months ago, when he first took charge of your protection. He wanted to do nothing. He willed himself to do nothing.

And, in the end, he failed to do even that. As if by means beyond his control, his fist clenched at his side, an orb of pale blue light encompassing his hand before bursting a moment later. It wasn’t much, a half-hearted effort stifled further by the distance between you and him, but the effect was instantaneous, as effective as it would’ve been if he’d been able to put anything more than a passing thought into it.

You fell about five, ten feet before your back collided with a misplaced suspended platform, conveniently forgotten by some maintenance team and placed just low enough to remain out of your line of sight. The force of the impact was enough to knock the air out of your lungs, to leave you stunned and breathless for a minute, then another, but your manic smile never wavered, and the first sound you made was not a shriek of horror or a pained groaned, but a bright, airy laugh – windchimes caught in a stray breeze, nails carving into marble. You threw your head back, raising a hand to the collar of your dress-shirt and toying with the fabric before your attention drifted, before your touch strayed down the length of your chest and came to rest above your stomach, then lower, fingers slipping underneath your waistband and—

And Simeon cut off the projection there, banishing the orb of golden light and leaving himself alone in the glimmering hallway. He didn’t realize he was panting until he heard his own ragged breathing echoing off of the bare walls, until he could bring himself to acknowledge his heaving chest and the overwhelming exhaustion that urged him to shut his eyes and forget he’d taken you on at all.

That wasn’t an option, though, not in a position like his, not when the burden he’d taken on was a creature like you.

He allowed himself a moment to gather his composure, another to remind himself that his burden was no greater with you than it had been when he was looking after any of his other wards, then started toward the counsel room where he’d left the others. He owed quite the apology to the cherub who’d watched you on his behalf, and more importantly, he had to think about what should be done about you.

The forty-seventh time he saved you, he knew that thinking wasn’t an option, anymore. Something had to be done.

You were bleeding. You’d scraped your knees the first time he saved your life, come out of the twenty-sixth with a papercut that’d take a few days to heal, but he’d never drawn blood, never stayed long enough to see it dripping down your skin, leaving small pinpricks of dark scarlet soaking into the dirt and painted across the leaf litter as you limped forward. There was a jagged cut torn into your left bicep, a patch of exposed tissue and viscera on your thigh where there should’ve been flesh, and the deep, uneven scratches etched down the length of your back showed no signs of clotting under his constant surveillance. Even more stomach-turning were the bruises stamped into your legs, blossoming rows of discolored skin that you’d earned from hours’ worth of stumbling down rocky slopes and getting caught on overgrown foliage. You were barefoot, your shoes having split apart at the seams after you waded through a stream much deeper and much darker than he would’ve liked. He could only imagine how you were still moving. Of all the admirable qualities you lacked, ‘perseverance’ had never been something you found yourself without.

He made only the most superficial attempts to conceal himself, trailing just far enough behind you for the darkness to obscure his presence. There was no magic, this time, no getting lost in the crowd or relying on your own divided attention – just his soft footsteps and your ragged breathing and muted sounds of forest nightlife somehow rising above it all. If he listened closely, he thought he could still hear traffic in the distance, the occasional late-night driver swerving to avoid colliding with the car you’d abandoned by the side of the road, but there was a good chance it was just a figment of his imagination. You must’ve been miles away from the nearest scrap of civilization. He would’ve been surprised if the search party made it this far when they came looking for your body in the morning.

Eventually, you seemed to find what you were looking for: a sudden break in the forest that led to a sheer drop-off so sudden and so tall, whatever lay on the ground below was lost to a void of endless darkness. You didn’t pause like you used to, didn’t clench your eyes shut or take a moment to summon your courage, but he could hear you muttering something under your breath – praying, he realized, as his heart dropped into his stomach. You were praying.

Really, he could only be thankful that you hadn’t started earlier.

Slowly, agonizingly, he watched you inch your way toward the cliffside, every step a miracle and every second an eternity of torture. You only paused when you reached the very edge, staring down into the endless abyss as a slight grin came to rest across your lips. He almost expected you to jump, to use what little strength you had left to throw yourself into what he’d worked so hard to save you from, but no, you weren’t so cruel as to mock him so openly. Rather, you merely leaned forward, shutting your eyes and—

“Please don’t.”

There was no magic, no spells, no divine interference. If it’d been too late, if you’d been a little closer, all his half-hearted request would’ve done was ensure you spent your final moments in panicked confusion, but it wasn’t too late, and you were far enough to catch yourself before you so much as started to fall. He expected you to turn toward him with a new light in your eyes and a certain levity you only seemed to carry after your brief encounters, but you only glanced over your shoulder, still wearing that deceivingly soft smile. Looking at it now, he could almost see how he’d mistaken you for just another innocent soul.

Almost.

“You’re not going to tackle me this time?” You sounded disappointed. “Christ, it’s been… what? Seven months since the last time you touched me?” An airy laugh, a near-wistful sigh. “And four since I so much as saw you in person. If that was even you. You make yourself hard to find, ‘specially considering what I have to go through to get your attention.”

When he didn’t respond, didn’t move, you went on, your eyes falling back to the abyss. “You are him, right? It’s hard to tell if I can’t see your face. I mean, it’d still be hard if I could see your face, but c’mon. At least give me a fighting chance.” And then, with a little more thought. “I’d threaten to jump if you don’t come out, but you probably won’t let me get very far, would you?”

He was tempted to. Words couldn’t express how much he wanted to be able to say, confidently and without hesitation, that if you decided to jump, he wouldn’t intervene, wouldn’t exert himself in the slightest to save you from the consequences of your own actions, but that’d be a lie. What would he tell the other archangels? That he was incapable of safeguarding a single human? What would he tell himself as you disappeared into the darkness, as he counted the seconds until your body hit the ground? Would he wait? Would you even go through with it when he’d already given you what you came here for?

The answer didn’t matter. He was a coward at heart, still too afraid to know what he’d do to himself if something happened to you after everything he’d done. He took a moment to gather himself, to make sure he was in a form you’d recognize, and another to step into the moonlight, into sight. Rather than turning to face him, you waited until he’d joined you by the ledge. Even now, you had him at your beck and call – something he could only hope you didn’t know to take joy in.

“Please don’t,” he repeated, his voice quieter and heavy with exhaustion. It was a struggle to force himself to speak to you at all, considering how long he’d spent chastising himself for ever being anything more than a hand tugging at the strings of fate in your peripheral. “I…I’ve already crossed too many lines to help you. I don’t know if another miracle would go unpunished.”

“Is that what they are? Miracles?” If you saw his fatigue, if you cared about the downward slant of his shoulders or the dark rings under his eyes, it wasn’t enough to dampen your mirth, to earn your sympathy. “I guess that would make you an angel, huh? I mean, I always thought you were an angel – you just seemed so much like one – but there was a week or so in January where I got really into studying demonic pacts and—” You cut yourself off, shaking your head as you laughed. “You are an angel, right?”

Despite his better judgement, he nodded. Why would he try to hide anything from you now? Clearly, your fondness for him was not lessened by deprivation. “I’m an angel.” And then, after a second of thought, “An archangel, to be specific. You had another guardian initially, but I took over after they were wounded.”

He didn’t mention that an angel of his rank would usually be as far from the Human Realm as it was possible for a celestial creature to be, that he had taken it upon himself to ensure your safety despite knowing you would be just as protected in the hands of a seraphim or throne, nor how little he should’ve had to interfere with your life. He considered, briefly, that it might help you to know that he was beginning to suspect your first encounter was a mistake in itself, that he may have overestimated just how much influence a being like him could leverage in a life as short and as pliable as yours, but ultimately bit his tongue. You were still on the ledge, more literally than he cared for. If you were willing to deliver yourself to a reaper’s doorstep when you were just trying to get his attention, he couldn’t imagine what you’d do to yourself if you knew that your paths were never supposed to cross in the first place.

“An archangel.” Luckily, you didn’t seem to care about the details. “Does that mean you’re important?”

“You could say that.” Too important to be answering your questions in the middle of the night, certainly. “Would it change anything if I was?”

“Of course not. I wouldn’t care if you were an angel or a demon or a…” There was a vague gesture, a slight shrug. “A three-headed dog, or something. I just want to get to know you.”

Simeon felt something in the back of his throat tighten. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I know that you’ve been looking out for me. I know that, no matter what I do, you’ll always be right there to make sure I don’t get hurt.” You took a step back, but any relief he might’ve felt was dampened and crushed as you latched onto his arm, your hold snare-like and desperate. He could’ve pulled himself away, exerted less than an ounce of effort to maintain what little distance there was between you and him, but he didn’t move, didn’t let himself believe you wouldn’t close the distance as quickly as he could make it. It reminded him of the last time he appeared to you, of how tightly you’d held onto him as you begged for his name. Not much had changed, since then. If anything, he should’ve taken it as the first sign that you would need to be dealt with in the not-so-distant future and snuffed out the problem while you were still little more than a mortal attempting to survive a string of bad luck. “I’d know your name, too, but…” You trailed off, shook your head. When you tilted your head back, when he could bring himself to meet your unblinking stare, there was a thin glaze cast across your eyes, a fog that wasn’t quite as thick as it should’ve been. “I think someone took that away from me. That doesn’t matter, though – I’m willing to learn it again, if you’re willing to tell me. If you’re willing to be patient with me.”

He'd been patient. He’d been nothing but patient since the day he took you as his ward. “It would be for the best if I didn’t.”

“Why not?” The question was airy, spoken with a breathy chuckle laced around the edges. “Is it for my own protection? Are you doing this to keep me safe, too?”

“I don’t think it would—”

“Why not?” This time, the laugh it was paired with was slightly more forced, slightly more jarring. “I’m not trying to put pressure on you – I would never want to force you to do anything you didn’t want to – but I just—We’ve just been apart for so long, and I don’t want to you to disappear again without telling me when you’ll be back.” Your nails burrowed into his skin, your chest pressing into his side. “I love you.”

He couldn’t remember the last time an angelic being had been brought to the brink of losing consciousness by little more than a human’s words. Simeon supposed this might’ve been the first time.

His tongue felt dry, his throat filled with cotton. It took a considerable effort to speak, and even then, it came out as a harsh whisper, something unbefitting of his usual eloquence. “You don’t.”

“I don’t know how you could say that.” If he didn’t know better, he would’ve said you sounded hurt. If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought you were still passing yourself off as human. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for months, now. I came all the way out here just hoping you would follow me. I nearly threw myself off of a cliff just to make you look at me.”

He frowned, moved to speak, but you weren’t going to let him attempt to argue, or soothe you, or whatever you assumed you were going to do. With a manic glint in your eyes and a broken laugh, you took him by both arms and forced him to face you. He could resist it, if he wanted to. He could, and yet, he let you jerk him forward, let you pretend you could manhandle him into looking at you with the same adoration in his eyes that sparked in yours when you looked at him. “I’ve been waiting for you. I’ve been putting myself in danger for you. I went to church for you.” You had. He remembered that – or, more precisely, he remembered how you’d attempted to swallow down a bottle of liquid frankincense after the sermon. “And you spent all this time looking after me, taking care of me. You can’t say I don’t love you.”

There was a pause, a change in your tone. As if you were just vocalizing something you’d already repeated to yourself a thousand times.

“You can’t say you don’t love me. At least a little.”

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, the gesture meant purely to calm in the absence of physical necessity. Careful not to startle you, he raised a hand, and you let him, your hold on him loosening until it fell away completely. You didn’t step back, didn’t dare to give him the space you thought he would need to get away, and in return, he brushed against your arm, a gentle silver glow emitting from his fingertips and washing over the cut on your left bicep. When he pulled away, the injury was gone, a thin pale line in its place. Next was your thigh, his touch slightly more ginger, his light slightly duller. You didn’t seem to notice, only leaning into him. Whether you were soaking in his attention or simply thankful he hadn’t left you to bleed out, he didn’t want to know. “And what would you do? If I was in love with you, I mean.”

You caught on that, but only for a moment, recovering before your smile could so much as waver. “I’m not sure,” you admitted, your head tilting to the side. “But, we’d be together. We could get to know each other – actually know each other. No more hiding or magic or meeting each other at midnight in the middle of nowhere.” That earned a breath of a laugh, more out of exasperation than anything else. Still, you drank it down like holy nectar. “It’d be nice. I already know I love you, but maybe, after a while, you’d be sure that you loved me.”

He thought, briefly, about asking you to turn around, about taking care of the scratches etched into your back, too, but decided against it. “And that’s all you want? To be close to me?”

“To be with you,” you corrected, but the opportunity only seemed to add to your excitement. “But, yeah, basically. I just don’t want us to have to be apart again.”

If he didn’t know better, he would’ve thought the idea sounded romantic.

He didn’t indulge you with a response. Rather, he brought his hand up to your cheek, letting you melt into his palm. With a small smile, he leaned forward, pressing the faintest, gentlest kiss into your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. He felt you jolt underneath him, your shock momentarily overshadowing your delusions, but you managed to hold yourself still as his lips came to rest against yours. To your credit, you didn’t try to deepen the kiss, only shutting your eyes and bringing your hands to his shoulders, content to have him closer than he’d ever been before. You were still human, after all, still yielding in the face of your desires.

Even in the state you’d driven yourself to, you were still human.

There was a second passed in silence, then a blinding burst of golden light. You seemed to fight it, at first, pulling away from him abruptly and stumbling back, betrayal written across your expression, but it was Simeon’s turn to hold onto you, now, to take you by either side and keep you pressed against his chest. He watched you open your mouth, start to spit something out, but whatever you might’ve said was lost to slumped shoulders, an uncooperative tongue, every part of you suddenly obeying another master. He caught one more glint of hurt in your eyes before your body went slack, collapsing in on itself with little ceremony. As poor as your luck was, you slanted towards the ledge, but he held you tight, pulling you into his arms, into his protection.

He couldn’t erase your memories. Clearly, blocking out the finer details of your encounters and replacing them with plausible substitutions had done more harm than good, driven you to seek out both your invisible guardian and what you thought some malicious stranger had been taken from you. He couldn’t pass you off to another angel, either. That’d just be cruel and, what’s more, you’d already seen his face. He doubted giving you a new toy to play with would do anything but solidify a bad habit.

Momentarily, his eyes drifted back to the cliffside, to the ledge that you’d already nearly fallen off by no means other than your own volition. Angels had done worse and retained their purity, their rank. He could call it an accident, claim that the mysterious machinations of fate and destiny simply wouldn’t let him intervene and hope that no one would think to ask too many questions. He could do it, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t. Because you were human. Because, so long as you were human, so long as you were mortal, it would be his duty to protect you.

A faint grin came to rest across his lips – the first genuine smile he’d worn that night.

Luckily, with a little help from Simeon, you wouldn’t be human for much longer.

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