care to ease the duke’s stress?

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To all the people following, Thank you!

that boy is a monster.

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they say my hungers a problem.

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playing dress up.

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flushed red from your questions.

responsible for the generals oversized house-cat.

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trouble sleeping.

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soothing your woes with ballads from aeons ago

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blink and you might miss it.

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they’re gonna rip up your head, your aspirations to shreds.

cut it deep, i deserve it.

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In the cold halls of Zapolyarny Palace, you serve under Scaramouche; the Ball...

love me, love me, love me.

verdant scales shimmering like aquamarine.

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devoutly, archaic lord.

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melting your heart with adamant purrs.

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baby fever.

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kissing your boo-boos.

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tearing the seams of your heart.

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cheers to the imperfect tomorrow.

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the simplest pleasures becoming uphill battles.

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radiant sunlight on your skin; his hair a halo around his head.

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keeping you warm; with snowfall as ambience.

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cannon fire and horrific dreams; until the dust settles and his tears dry.

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butting heads with a foul-mouthed, pixel dragon in your honour.

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stoicism belying her attentive nature;

your head on her lap, and her heart on her sleeve.

The hauntingly beautiful waitress at Wangsheng Café!

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inability to conceal his overwhelming love for you

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in the presence of a man ostracised because of his practices.

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the analytical duke with a heart frozen over.

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Uncaring and obscure.