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WORK IN PROGRESS.
prev. @fierceveins (now yeeted).
Keen to write this muse again!
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Hi. I will be here and there. I am at the end of my degree and operating full time work. You lot are not forgotten.
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Smoke weeps from parted lips, polluted air hardly disturbed by it. Lids shield pretty blue eyes from the world——&& then lips stretch into a sickening grin.
A cigarette is cradled between fingers && she beckons to [ READER ].
“Come here, darling ash tray.”
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/ Timezone hell. It’s 4am here.
I miss being in LATAM already. Just arrived to my home soil yesterday. Now, the question is… do I bother y’all when I have two flights today?
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The way 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 necks are sculpted in a thing of perfection, for the leather——or the cold metal of a collar to find a home upon, with her slender fingers toying with a leash.
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𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 / WEAPONS DEVELOPMENT. retweeted
“Do you understand how weapons work?”
A low purr, blue gaze cold—trigger clicking, gun in hand. A head tilts, metal heavy in hand.
“They behave, they show no mercy. They must be kept in line, well leashed.”
𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 / WEAPONS DEVELOPMENT. retweeted
“Cry for me, darling.”
No sympathy waltzes in those divine eyes, curious fingers dragging down flesh. A suck in of a breath, laughter vile.
“Or must I make the body weep? I’ve no qualms.”
/ Olá amores. Tive muitas saudades vossas. 🥹 I can’t promise I’ll always be here. Once I return home from overseas (Brasil ➡️ Down Under™️), I have to work my ass off to come back here for my little niece. I am living a beautiful life.
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“Cry for me, darling.”
No sympathy waltzes in those divine eyes, curious fingers dragging down flesh. A suck in of a breath, laughter vile.
“Or must I make the body weep? I’ve no qualms.”
“Do you understand how weapons work?”
A low purr, blue gaze cold—trigger clicking, gun in hand. A head tilts, metal heavy in hand.
“They behave, they show no mercy. They must be kept in line, well leashed.”
&& oh, is there disgrace hidden in dull flesh? She would like to dig a heel into softness with perverted delights. There is something pretty in murdered dignity—collar tight.
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