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βΊ thellar!!!
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[ Eye to eye. Hand in hand. The girl who falls in love way too easily, watching the boy who's loved for countless lifetimes, feels herself weak in the best way possible, cheeks warm despite the cold, heart racing in a welcome flavor of adrenaline. It feels like when they first met; when they were trapped in the chapel; when she saw his first face; when he forgave her for hurting his pride; when she dragged him away from the party to ask him to be her boyfriend at the turn of the year. It feels like they're doing everything for the first time. ]
You know, when this is over⦠we should get those tattoos.
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[He likes that. It feeds into his need to have more - and to give more. He's always so easily one to split himself up for other people, to wear their names on his skin even long after they've forgotten him. But he doesn't forget them and he'll never leave her, nevermind forget her. He nods his head emphatically.]
We should.
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[ With a voice trying not to sound giddy and a grin that bites into her lower lip, Cellar beams at Theo for another while, before giving in to the temptation to kiss him one more time. The kiss lingers on and on, lips parted to lick his tongue, indulging in the makeout before making some room to make her way down, shamelessly ready to interrupt the apocalypse and their romantic dinner for a loving blowjob. ]