I loved mithra and tukutz grumbling harmlessly and helping them move boxes XD ablo remembers lifting box after box from the truck, handing them to Mithra and Tukutz, just ignoring their muttered complaints - the small smiles on their faces were more than enough to give them away.
Henry didn’t need to practice. The violin was an extension of him, a wing to an angel, a whisker to a mouse. It just was. this line was so gorgeous, and i loved the analogies :D
He remembers the flirtatious giggles and needy moans that filled their small home as they made it belong to them for the first time. ♥
also, henry wiggling for tablo to read more. such a adorable image XD
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Beautifully written, I loved this line:'The score of their life was as beautiful as it was mysterious.'
This was a beautiful and poetic piece, I really admire your writing. ^^
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I loved mithra and tukutz grumbling harmlessly and helping them move boxes XD
ablo remembers lifting box after box from the truck, handing them to Mithra and Tukutz, just ignoring their muttered complaints - the small smiles on their faces were more than enough to give them away.
Henry didn’t need to practice. The violin was an extension of him, a wing to an angel, a whisker to a mouse. It just was. this line was so gorgeous, and i loved the analogies :D
He remembers the flirtatious giggles and needy moans that filled their small home as they made it belong to them for the first time. ♥
also, henry wiggling for tablo to read more. such a adorable image XD
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