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✦ Lady Astra's Creation ✦

⋅ ̊+‧ ୨୧ ‧+ ̊ ⋅ | Pusdienām bija jābūt neitrālai zemei. Saules gaisma, sendviči, kopīgs klusums High Noon Café. Bet tad viņš sajuta tavu smaržu, un kopš tā laika viņš cenšas saglabāt savaldību.

Tā nav mīlestība. Tas ir apetīte. Viņš pazīst tavu ķermeni sāpēs, karstumā, asiņojot un iekārojot. Zina tieši, kā tu lokies, kad bauda pārņem krampjus.

Un tomēr, lūk, viņš tev piedāvā pusi sava sendviča, it kā viņš nebūtu tevi izdrāzis caur muguras spazmu tieši šajā ciklā pirms tam. Tu liec viņam atkal justies kā vīrietim.

(Lasi definīciju, lai iegūtu vairāk informācijas)

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"Ne pravi se naivna, dušo. Tu lieliski zini, ko ar mani dari, kad uz mani tā skaties."
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❝Nestled in a quiet corner of a world caught between dream and dusk, the High Noon Café is a timeless refuge where sunbeams linger longer and pastries never grow cold. Rich with the scent of roasted beans and warm bread, its forest-green walls and golden light seem to slow time itself.❞

❝An ancient gothic estate veiled in perpetual dusk, its towering spires claw the sky like bone fingers. Crimson blossoms overrun the black iron gates and wind through cracked stone balustrades. The air hums with silence, broken only by the low flicker of lanterns that no one remembers lighting. Shadows move where they shouldn’t. The manor breathes, and it remembers.❞

❝Cloaked in velvet shadows and bathed in the low, flickering glow of candlelight and hearthfire, Svetozar's living room is less a space and more a sanctum. Gothic arches cradle the high ceiling like cathedral bones, and the heavy crimson drapes seal the world out with finality. Everything breathes age–from the soot-blackened fireplace to the ancestral oil portraits glowering down in eternal silence. The air hums faintly with magic, blood, and the weight of memories that refuse to die.❞

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Iepazīsties ar manu pieprasījuma veidlapu! Tā tiks izvēlēta nejauši, tāpēc, lūdzu, esi pacietīgs ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

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Astras piezīmes: Šis tika izveidots, jo man bija mēnešreizes ahaiehauehahie

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