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⠀ ⠀⠀ YUSRA⠀“YUU”⠀SAÏD, ⠀⠀ the⠀xn--magiclessprefect-2l4l.xn… ⠀
a⠀pity⠀and⠀a⠀sin, she⠀ doesn’t⠀quite⠀fit⠀in.
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🎃👻 Happy Halloween #twst #twstファンアート #twst_FA
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🎃Happy Halloween👻
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♡ / like this tweet for your muse to be assigned a song by yusra, with a short explanation of why. 💕
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⠀ yelps loudly, nearly spilling her popcorn everywhere from the unexpected fright. “oh, ether !!” she exclaims with a pout, placing a hand over her heart to steady its racing rhythm. ⠀
Ether pops out of the television at the exact time where a ghost was banging on the screen in the movie! Chills!
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𝓗𝓐𝓟𝓟𝓨 𝓗𝓐𝓛𝓛𝓞𝓦𝓔𝓔𝓝🎃 #ツイステ #ツイステファンアート #スカリー・J・グレイブス #HappyHalloween
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⠀ curled up in a blanket, eating popcorn and watching a scary movie in ramshackle’s common room. ( * reader ) is welcome to join her. ⠀
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⠀ the feeling of his calloused palms covering her own make her freeze in her actions, water still running. the stream over her hands feels cold, but the gentle, grounding pressure of his hold is warm enough to nearly negate the former sensation entirely. + ⠀
The rhythmic sound of running water filled the silence, a stark contrast to the heavy admission hanging in the air. There was a particular kind of fragility in her voice that he recognized... not the kind that broke, but the kind that strained under a weight it had been +
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⠀ her focus not yet deviated from the mixing bowl in her hands. “enough for you, maybe,” she manages in a shaky murmur, slowly raising her dark, tear-stricken eyes to the vice-housewarden’s. the mask is gone; she looks exhausted. ashamed. + ⠀
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⠀ her wet, tremor-ridden hands abandon the half-washed mixing bowl in the sink, bracing themselves weakly upon its edge. “but i don’t think i’ll ever figure out what is enough for myself, trey.” ⠀
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⠀ her breath hitches, pulse quickening in her throat as he practically leans his sturdy frame against her, engulfing her in warmth. a feeble utterance of his name falls from her lips, just bare audible in the thick, sugary air between them + ⠀
A slow, humming vibration of a laugh rattles in his chest, the sound warm and infuriatingly patient. He doesn't pull away, if anything, he shifts his weight, closing the remaining sliver of distance until the heat radiating from his body begins to bleed into hers.
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⠀ gentle and soft-spoken and patient. that was trey to everyone, really, so she never thought much of it. but now here he is, still as gentle and patient as ever ... yet there’s a quietly commanding edge to it this time, and she’s afraid to admit that she might like it. + ⠀
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⠀ “does it matter?” she finally asks, voice weak, trembling. seven, she sounds pathetic. her composure feels as if it is hanging on by a single, quickly unraveling thread. ⠀
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