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Post by guess on Jul 22, 2011 17:50:25 GMT -6
There was music in everything -- in her breath as she tilted her head back, her hair cascading down, and down, in coils so tangled they could never be straightened. It was in the way she walked: that little bit of swaying as her shoes clacked ever so quietly. It was a whisper, like her heart, slithering through her veins. Even her smile, when it came, was musical -- a little quirk in the corner of the lip as if she could never quite contain the laughter hidden under all the madness. Touched in the head? How many times have they screamed this at her? But she was still herself -- and she freer than they could ever conceive.
She had no chains wrapped around her ankles, dragging her down, chaffing her skin; Beckah's liquid grey eyes slid to the side and there was no one there. No one to breathe down her neck, to stare at her so needy. There was nothing to keep her from moving, one step in front of the other, to skipping if she wanted. Free -- at last. Then why here? Why trouble the heart with echoes of a past she could never grasp?
Her smile was the sweetest it could ever be: in it there were ghosts of a gentler self, a selfless self that glowed at the edges with happiness. Here, she had been tied to a man she had once loved; her hands touched the wooden doors, her nostrils flaring slightly as she inhaled the worn scent of mineral oil to keep the doors from squeaking. Heaviness was nothing -- she lost herself in the weight of it all, remembering flashbacks of a day she can only imagine in her head. She had been young, once. And in that youth, she had thrown herself to the wolves, ha, ha! And let them feed on her flesh. Rebeckah had died, once. And only in a vampires arms had she found a tiny bit of herself again, and fought to free herself of the cage she had been thrown in. Could she bear to be here? Her smile was still sweet as she trailed her fingers over the wall -- the heaviness of silence a music of it's own as it's effervescent echoed in her bones. It trembled, feeling vibrations deep in the earth, tied to the seas. She trembled with it, her senses so acute she had gone mad with it. Hallucinogens had long been washed from her system -- she could not have managed to get here with them thrumming like magic through her soul. Yet here she was, listening to a faint lullaby of the song she knew she could attain at a whim.
When the door closed behind her, there was no shadow to overcast her tiny shoulders: she was a lone woman, slender and lithe in a world of harsh, brutal stone. It towered over her -- she tilted her head back to view the ceiling, spotting cobwebs nestled in the corners where decay had found a home. Beckah hums, feeling her senses awakening at the closeness of the past ghosts -- they were still alive, but their past selves had been so different, for sure they had died already. Vaan no longer looked the same in her eyes -- only glimpsed from a far, but close enough still to know what his breath would smell like. She was infatuated with the past.
With his hands, in her memory.
With his voice, in her dreams. Or was it Tristan she remembered? Beckah could no longer detangle the two creatures that had formed a conspiracy to own her flesh; they were in the wrong, for sure. Only because of them, that such wicked things had crawled out of her womb and walked the earth. Only because of them, she suffered as much as she had. Children? Who could want such monsters, sucking at their energy like incubus' without the pleasure. Vampires, all of them, she hisses -- and the Wolf within cracks it's jaw on a yawn, disinterested in such obsessions. Who cared of the fate of long lost pups? They were gone. To the Wolf, they only existed as separate entities: friend or foe.
Beckah's emotions roared forward, clashing with the Wolf's as she stepped so daintily along the center rug, through the pews, play-acting as if she were some child and not a grown woman. Her fingers alight on the book stand where the priest would be, where her son would join with another woman; she twirls, as if in a panic, unable to imagine the horror of that coupling and instead imagines something wonderful: the look on poor Vaan's face when she enters with her long lost pup at her side. Yes, yes, how delicious each contour of his expression as he watches her careful steps with the son of the man she had left him for. Rebeckah chuckles, such a pitiful creature -- this was all she had left, after all.
word count;; 838 tags;; Anyone who isn't directly connected to her I guess O.o wouldn't wanna spoil the surprise. OOC;; hai hai haiiii ;3
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Post by Raphael Nahimana on Jul 31, 2011 9:18:42 GMT -6
What had driven Raphael to this? Most would avoid this place, this abandoned place of worship which now only was used by teenagers who wished to rebel and escape the strict rules of their parents. It was possible he was drawn to the silence, the solitude in order to think more clearly. These days that was all he could do, think about a future he desired so greatly.
A future that might not come to fruition, however negative thoughts would get him nowhere. It felt like he was taking two steps back, oh how this frustrated the beta. He craved the silence, within his mind and in his day to day life. Silence was time to feel free, time to feel like someone he wasn’t in a never stopping political world. Court life was not for him, Raphael would be happy in a shack in the county as long as Eva was by his side.
The draw of this historical, beautiful building was still a mystery to the emotional driven lycan. The history of the building was well known, it had seen births, deaths and marriages of many kings, queens, princes and princesses. None of which he had ever meet, or whoever met since most were now six feet under. Taking several careful steps, he drew closer and closer, still his senses were searching. His guard forever was up, never would the beta relax even in a place like this.
This case, put everything in the lime light nothing was spared or overlooked. His own position within Lord Yale’s pack might be forfeit by the time this was over. Chained to the alpha, to follow his every command and order to the letter. It had his everything until Eva had stepped into the picture, shaking up his world in an instant. Were the chains of servitude if you could call them that, really coming loose? Was the beta about to become the alpha of his pack? With Eva by his side or was that just another pipe dream?
These days even Raphael did not know.
Placing his hands upon the large doors, which were the last obstacle preventing him access. Using enough strength to push the heavy stone doors open but not enough to crack them, His keen eyes quickly took in his surrounding, empty pews pushed into a corner but for what purpose? That question was quickly answered as he took in a lithe female form dancing, it was almost hypnotising as his gaze followed her every move. It was like watching a ballet dancer upon the world stage, dance out what she feeling as portraying a role along side her partner.
She was perfection in the way she moved, in the way she danced softly to no music, but to the music she herself was composing in the air, with every motion she made. Raphael could easily compare this moment to a dream, had he wandered in a dream within a dream? No that was impossible the rational side of his mind argued. Such a feat was rare, to dream of dreaming. Quickly he shook his head, chasing away such maddening thoughts.
He did not want to speak, to stop her dancing away but she would discover him eventually. To be discovered watching her would seem strange and likely chase her away, in fear of what he might do next. Raphael would have to speak, break the silence and magic in this moment that would never happen again.
“Madam” He said, his voice echoing throughout the empty, vase space that once was filled with enthusiastic church goers praying and singing at the top of their lungs. “I’m terribly sorry to interrupt you but I thought this place would be empty, long forgotten by those who live on this island” The beta did not know who this woman was, but he did recognize the scent of another lycan. He was still young and did not know the history of Vaan and his court.
Raphael stood before Rebeckah, the former queen of the lycan. Youth was a marvellous thing really, if he had been any other lycan currently living within the walls of the palace experience would tell him to run, run and never look back. However he was not, he was Raphael Nahimana and he held no experience of this female and her maddening nature.
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Post by guess on Jul 31, 2011 11:58:24 GMT -6
Was she truly so insane? What were these colors she saw in the air? What was this music she heard from her very breath, from the stillness of wood around her -- yes, yes, she was meant for the stage, for motion, for gracefulness: there was nothing deadly about this darling, poisonous creature. She loved with a passion unparallelled, understood only by the truly mad. She loved because she could, because she briefly found herself at home within someone else; in their touch, in the way their eyes lingered on her skin, devouring all that she saw as beautiful. The world is a stage, and it was here that she must perform.
It was here, with the curtains raised, and the voices of murmured excitement that her pulse began to beat, where drugs from past abuse were kicked up and coursing through her; delusions made her smile, made her feel as if she could fly if she just raised her arms up enough -- yes, she danced, but she danced because it was the only way for her to live. This was the magic of life, this longevity that is punctuated by everything that is filthy. Is it so wrong to try to find happiness in any way she could? She smiles, brilliantly. Childlike. Glorifying even in this moment of solitude.
Music surged around her; alien? Perhaps, perhaps. She spins as a new voice intrudes on the music, but she is a succubus at heart. Madam, deeper than anything she had heard since Julian's disappearance. Deeper, and vibrating, filling her up as she moved to the sound as if it were supposed to be part of it; intruding? No, his voice was as pervasive as air, kissing her skin as she turned in a graceful manner, her eyes heavy lidded and satisfied, taking in the darkness between the doors. I’m terribly sorry to interrupt you but I thought this place would be empty, long forgotten by those who live on this island. She sways to that rumbling bass that brings his voice down, down, her head tilting, hair tumbling down to her waist. The woman was briefly without a name, losing even that long lost identity -- free to form into whatever it was he saw; a nameless role to be filled, to be played. She itches for the desire to make that mask, to become that creature, if only briefly, if only for this moment between male and female, between wolf and wolf: the Wolf is alert despite the woman's whimsy.
It stares and stares through the heavy lidded inquiry in her eyes; it's hackles are raised, though the woman is wanton in her delirious high. "Maybe I'm a ghost," she murmurs, her voice as musical as her motion, perhaps as hypnotizing, perhaps not. She is free to be molded by his perception, by his eyes, by his hands. Hunger knots in her belly, and it has nothing to do with food -- but the stuff of dreams and superfluous emotions. She is a creature that truly adores the romanticized horizon, the silver lining to be chased for eons. Having lived as long as she has, she has seen all faces of life, and this one, brimming with promise, with hesitation, with courtesy begs to be tasted, to be tried. She takes a few playful steps forward, her hair falling from her shoulders to curl down her back, her lashes framing those equally mischievous eyes. Age meant nothing; the wolf woman was immortal as far as she was concerned, held in a crystal cage of her own choosing. A beautiful little snow globe that sat on the shelf where she could dance and dance and dance.
When the woman smiles, there is a crooked edge to her mouth, slightly pinched lip giving way to that laughter, uncontrollable, so seemingly innocent. Was this the essence of the Wolf that paced behind her eyes, watching the male with uncertainty? He thought he was so careful, but then, so was she. Wolf and Woman, together, one a dream, one a nightmare, and both incomparably together, two facets of the same coin. Same smile. Same laughter. The Wolf huffs through it's nose, but the Woman is in control, and it is the woman's shape that she holds as she reaches out her hand to pick off a bit of lint from his shoulder. "Would you be disappointed?
Shameless, she tilts her head upward slightly, the wild blond frame of lashes flickering as if pulsing with her heart. There is magic here, as it is always here, if only she could reach out and grab it; if only he would reach out, too. She didn't know anything about him -- perhaps he had a loved one, a family, but if he was willing to reach out, they could fade away together in oblivion. Succubus, indeed, seeming to feed off of the energy between them. Happiness spilled off of her in waves; old, perhaps, but agelessly caught in youth.
word count;; 835 tags;; Raphy <3 OOC;; ^-^ heh.
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Post by Raphael Nahimana on Aug 4, 2011 12:50:47 GMT -6
Nothing changed, he never moved. Raphael just stood there watching her, she was like a butterfly flittering around in the sun light. It was breath-taxingly beautiful, his eyes would not move from her form as she danced. Silence quickly feel over them once more, the beta welcomed it with open arms. Silence was welcomed, the warrior in him hated to stand there feeling empty, wanting the blood and glory that came with battle. At the end of the day, he was torn, torn between the silence and the blood lust that lurked deep within his veins stirring up his brother wolf. A war was being waged within the emotional beta as he stood there, the silence was calming the heart of an forever angry beast that hide within his mind. Eva was the only other thing that could quench this terrible lust. She was his lover, friend and world but why in this moment had he forgotten her? The power of this innocent curiosity which drew him like a moth to a flame. He was still a man after all with an almost mate and a dead lover who was always there, holding a piece of his heart in her dainty hands. Was this moment representing everything he had lost then found? Was this graceful woman dancing out everything he had felt in his short life? Raphael had no answers to these particular questions which hung in the air around him. Colours of life entered, dancing with her like a silence partner, always there but never seen, never caress her silky skin. Was he going mad? Forever to be condemned watch this dance, turning his mind down a path that no man returned from. Spiralling into true madness, insanity like no other but it was a dead end. His eyes devouring every inch of her form like a starving man in this wildness. This cathedral’s walls seemed to lose meaning, Raphael no longer in his mind was inside this once holy place. He was lose in a daydream. Had he willing walked into the lair of a temptress? Had he lost all control and was slowly giving into dark desires he had locked deep within his mind? His body had a mind of it’s own, taking steps towards her. This was becoming a stage to his own brother wolf and everything had was locked away. This was spell he was finding hard to resist. His youth and lack of experience was causing this. He did not know how to react to such natural magic emerging from her dance as it seduced him, caressing his large lycan heart. His eye glazed over, lust for such freedom to dance like her into this large hall. To feel the chains of court fall from his limbs would be everything and more. Raphael hated the politics of court life which trapped the wild, feral true lycan within. This place was tainting his mind and heart, Eva was there fighting to break through to her lover. Soon the beta would be consumed the madness. His brother wolf howled, trying to find it’s way to the surface, wanting control more than anything. To show the beta what a true lycan was. To join this magical dance. Closer and closer he moved to his lovely ghost haunting his mind and sight. With his hands held out before him, wanting to take her hands in his for but a moment to bask in the glory of her presence, to feel what she was feeling. “No, I would not” He truthfully answered, knowing that he was about to cross a line that could change everything. “Would you be disappointed if I disappeared from this place?” He asked curious, her voice was light and feather like which teased his ears when she spoke. Every word was like a breath of fresh air but Eva was ever present, cracking away at the barrier his wolf had erected as it pushed Raphael back and it’s prison. The brother wolf was winning, chasing away every sense of humanity, loyalty that made the beta who he was. The spell had been cast, it was in her grip. His eyes changed, amber consuming what once was there. The lycan was in control and bowing before this vixen, wanting, craving to be like her, free from the chains of his pack, wanting to run free in this supernatural world with a mate by his. Caring not about society but happiness that came with every new day. Was it wrong to dream? Was it wrong to desire true freedom in this trapped, draining world?
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Post by bryan on Aug 4, 2011 13:24:12 GMT -6
Rising up from a crouch at edge of the forest, Bryan titled his head slightly taking in the different scents the breeze brought with him. For a moment, he savored the breeze and the pull at his shaggy hair. It was refreshing to get away from the palace if only for an hour or two. His wolf was bored, needing something to stir up a little trouble. Deep down, he itched to drag his claws through something or someone, preferable someone to see their blood spill over into the ground. Cursing under his breath, he drew back his fist and punched the nearest tree to shut his wolf up. Pain always caused his wolf to purr happily and pipe down. The punch had left a large hole deep within the tree, a good half foot into the tropical trunk.
Brushing off the dust from his knuckles, Bryan returned to picking out each scent in the air. He’d left the palace for a reason, not to simply let his wolf roam free without regard to life. If he wanted to kill everyone in a ten mile radius, then he might let his wolf truly free but until that day he needed to focus on locating Rafe. Ah, there. The scent of his niece’s mate surfaced underneath that of humans’ farther off in the distance. His wolf huffed at the idea of finding some other male to have a chat him with him but he squeezed tightly around his wolf’s throat to keep him quiet. Taking off into a light jog, he leaped over the fence surrounding the cemetery at the back of the church where he had exited the force. Jumping over fallen tomb stones, tree limbs that had fallen over in the past wintery storms, and flowers left by family members of the dead, he made the distance between the far side of the grave yard and church in a matter of seconds. Raphael’s scent grew stronger, pin pointing exactly which door he had taken into the church.
Shoving the church doors open with a loud thud, Bryan might have fallen back on his ass at the sight of Rebeckah standing at the front of the alter if he wasn’t better at controlling his reactions. It was like seeing a long lost friend, that flutter of knowing this person but also knowing they had changed since the last meeting. The lady knew how to entice a man to give into her demands, she had clearly kept that touch of court life with her all these years. However, the idea of her tempting his nieces’ mate was an outrage. There was no other reason for her bashful glances with that feminine spark behind those eyes. It brought his wolf front and center in a way he hadn’t felt since first seeing Vivien in the market. A deep growl surfaced from his chest as his boots slammed against the wooden floor while heading straight for Raphael, the guy clearly wasn’t thinking straight. “She’ll eat your heart out.” Reaching out, his hand curled around the back of Raphael’s neck, digging his nails into the male’s skin to remind him that life was painful and not as easy as the illusion the she-wolf was painting.
With a flick of his wrist, Bryan yanked the other male free of Beckah’s light grip to throw him to the floor. “If you wish to dishonor my niece so close to your trial date, pick a better location.” His words thundered inside the chapel, rumbling from his chest allowing his wolf to show through. Even through his eyes were locked on Rafe, he kept a clear ear out for the former queen more than ready for whatever little trick she pulled out her sleeve.
“Rebeckah…oh the memories you bring back.” A sly smile began to pull at Bryan’s lips knowing the all too familiar scent of the former queen of the lycans. He didn’t see the beauty of her or the way she was clearly trying to seduce the poor guy, he saw the she-wolf for what she was. A woman long gone into her own madness. A woman that had no right to be on the island in the first place. Of course, his eyes turned away from Raphael to linger over her figure to stall at her lust curves before connecting his eyes with hers.
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Post by guess on Aug 5, 2011 19:34:29 GMT -6
They could spin in circles and it wouldn't be fast enough to erase the shadows that lingered overhead, below their feet -- around and around, coming closer. Were they the wolves, or were they simply the hunted? The ones that ran from responsibility, from the tight choker of inevitability. Eventually, he would be chained down, his wolf destroyed by the monotony of monogamy. Eventually, even this fire that surged between them, pulsing, would dissipate into regretful smoke. Yet the embers remained burning inside of her, this ancient, ageless harpy, so at home in her own skin. In both of her skins -- they were one and the same. No struggle here; where one thought, the other moved. Where one felt, the other reacted. And they both reacted -- like bitches in heat, their tails curling over their backs, their noses twitching in the air as their guts twisted with pleasure.
Pale and glamorous, the Wolf that paced within the woman was nothing to be caged, though the woman herself had so wrapped herself up in chains of satin. Of silk. Of laughter and the delicious musk of everything sweaty and perfect. Heat made her toes curl; blood made the Wolf's jaws gape open in a grin.
Cold, hard, brutal - - these are the impressions of the beastly anti-queen that had left the stage. But she had returned, and looking at her, at all that glorious hair, those tender, small fingers as she reached out for the hands that were coming closer, she looked nothing dangerous at all. A siren, perhaps? Was her song of the soul, and not the flesh, like they all assumed behind their snickering lips? Beckah wanted to be free -- from the manacles that bound her to this barren rock full of wolf musk, of the clamoring, and the stuffiness, but all of that glory she dreamed was nothing in the waking world but dust in the palm of her hand. No, it was sand that slipped through her fingers in a silken whisper. The male was coming closer, and she brought them closer yet -- her head tilted, her eyes ablaze. The Wolf in him was winning, and she absolutely adored the stench of his anger, the sharp, poignant flavor on her tongue that spoke of all that rage and pain turned inward. Beckah would coax him out with words, if she dared to open her mouth.
Instead, she let herself speak through her pores, through the delivery of this enchanting web of truth -- they were not lies, not illusions. It simply was as simple as she declared: a moment of trust, a moment of fire, and they could run until their pads bled black from infection and they collapsed in the heat of exhaustion. She craved the sound of her heart pounding in her ears, of her breath harsh against her mouth as she panted, running for all she had within her. Small, yes, but if she could attain happiness she would throw all the strength tethered to those wiry bones and throw away the mirage of delectable fragility. What did he see, this nameless man, when he looked at her? What reflection was there -- the barely contained laugh, the smoke that sizzled beneath her lashes, the fire that blazed hot and hotter? Could he smell the heat of her desire, pooling in her blood and making her itch for action. For touch. For a little glimpse of her dream in this dank, dark room of reality. Her senses are honed through years of stimulation: drugs forcing her paranoia to rise like a tide.
Her nose twitches, the Wolf's hackles rise, but she ignores the creature, ignores the rumbling of a growl she feels deep in her gut: it wants out, to run, to attack, to do anything, everything that came to mind -- so close to giving in, to falling into this blanket woven of dreams only half-spoken. Would you be disappointed if I disappeared from this place? -- The male could read her, and she utterly adored it. Yes, yes -- her tongue darts out along her lower lip; the brute that flashed his fangs beneath the mask of man, called immensely to the woman who only followed the strong, the powerful. Moved, intrigued, a little bit in love with all that viciousness, it saddened her when the spell that had been cast broke apart; She'll eat your heart out -- and the boy was pulled from her.
There was no moment of startled disbelief; Beckah stilled, her body almost ceasing to move, breath silenced in that one fateful moment of interruption. If you wish to dishonor my niece so close to your trial date, pick a better location.
[/b] Ah, ah -- she tilted her head, her nose crinkling at the stench of politics that followed her, even in this place of memories. Happiness disintegrated in her hands; she looked down at her palms, wondering why it always died. Why did things always slip away the last moment before she could tie it forever to herself? The woman's heavy lashes fell, fluttering against her cheek as she eyed Bryan through a sleepy, albeit, bored expression; this one was dangerous in a different way. His smell made everything wrong in her world. Rebeckah…oh the memories you bring back.[/i] His voice, grating against her skin; she rubbed herself,her lips pursing in a thoughtful manner. " Did you come to protect him?" she couldn't quite keep the sneer off of her mouth, one of her eyebrows arching upward. " Protect him from the big bad she-wolf, hm?" her eyes fall away from his toward the guy on the floor, not quite pitying, but wistful, a dream shattered before it could ever be formed as she gracefully falls into a semi-crouched position, knees tight together, her chin resting on her fist. " I hope she's worth it," she says as she tilts her head, all of that golden hair spilling forward in vibrant curls. " Niece, or not." her eyes flick back to Bryan, a little madness making them gleam in the light. [/color][/blockquote] word count;; 1017 tags;; Raphy & Bry OOC;; I didn't proof read T^T only spell checked it. Sorreh. *secret excitement* there may be blood O.O how awesome!
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Post by Raphael Nahimana on Aug 30, 2011 12:15:09 GMT -6
How could he have been so blind? Bryan had knocked sense back into the spell bond beta back to reality even if it were for a moment. Just the mention of his beloved Eva made Raphael realised what he had walked into and was about to do. Infidelity, committing a sin with another without a passing thought for his lover, the one he proclaimed to adore with every inch of his being. His heart felt heavy with regret, shame and many other emotions associated with what he might have done if Bryan had not intervened. The spell weaved by this woman had played with his mind, his senses but most importantly his brother wolf. His brother wolf had craved this woman, it wanted to dance with her in this music-less vast hall. The sensation of the older lycan’s sharp nails driving into the soft flesh of the scruff at the base of his neck caused the beta to cry out in pain. Blood rushed to the surface, slipping through the thin yet deep marks caused by Bryan’s claws. It was only a small amount but enough to dry the edge of each of the older lycan’s nails a deep red. Raphael could say nothing, just lay there on the wooden floor of the cathedral thinking over what had just happened. It was only mere minutes but it felt like a lifetime. A few moments with this woman had changed him, how could he faced Eva now? Even though he had not actually touch her, caressed her flesh as she lay writhing underneath his bare flesh. The mere desire had been there in the front of his mind, consuming his every thought as he had attempted to lessen the distance between himself and Rebeckah, the unknown dancer. “It was not my intention, I was not myself” Raphael finally was able to speak, the words had been difficult to pass his lips. His throat felt dry, like he had been wandering through a desert for days looking for a simple glass of water. Rebeckah, that was this temptress’s name. It suited her but still the beta felt drawn to her now still figure as it stood mere meters from his position upon the floor. The moth was still being drawn to the deadly flame which would truly be his end. His brother wolf still howled, wanting to taste every inch of her skin, taste her blood as he drove his sharp canines into the soft, satin swan like, tiny neck of hers. How could his brother wolf crave another? Share a pleasure and intimacy that he had only known and desired with Eva? None of this made sense to the beta. Finally she spoke! Her voice sounded like a heavenly chorus as she played with Bryan, stringing out this game they had been playing. Quickly he raised his gaze to meet hers, the spell was tightening around him once more. The leash was being locked around his throat, linking him to her. The pupil lengthen, becoming almost feral as the very colour of his eye changed as the wolf took control once again. The liquid gold leak through consuming the normal emerald-green was fading into the background. Eva was always worth it but the wolf wanted more, craved to taste this devil disguised as an angel. (Sorry it took me so long to reply loves)
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