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“So beautiful. You are mine now, my little bride. And you will not spend a moment apart from me. I have already proven that I will travel across existences to obtain you, rescue you, and keep you, and not even the afterworld can hide you from me. You are mine.”

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His kindred had already grown protective of Ingram’s chosen female. The fact he had so swiftly, simply because of Ingram’s want of her, made tenderness wash through him.

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It looked like he wanted to approach. When he tried, Aleron quickly interfered by slotting himself between them, and softly growled down at him. Ingram could tell his feathers had puffed in aggravation, warning the male human back.

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Ingram swiped his hand through her spirit once more. “If I cannot speak with her, how am I to ask her to be my bride?”
“Here, I can help!” Aleron exclaimed, bouncing forward with his hand out.

Aleron just wants to help his twin 🥹🥹

“You are here for a female?” Aleron asked with his head tilted. “A bride?”
“Yes,” he rasped.
Aleron jumped in front of him to bounce around “This is fantastic! We have a bride!”
A random and completely surprising growl burst from him. “I have a bride, find your own.”
Aleron paused and tilted his head. “We cannot share “No. She is mine. Obtain your own.”

AHHHHHH 😍😍

“You understand how I feel, yes? You have lost many humans.” When Orpheus confirmed, he asked, “Break my skull. Let me leave here. I cannot take it.”

Welp, I think im gonna go take a drive …. OFF A FUCKING CLIFFF 🥲🥲🥲

His floating tears tickled his fingers and palms as he started to dig his fingertips and claws into his skull. With heavy, agonised breaths, he pressed harder and harder until there was pressure all around.
I do not want to be here if neither of them are
“Fuck!” Faunus bit out, before his paw steps could be heard sprinting closer. “He’s trying to break his skull!”

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OMG CHAPTER 36666!!! WHERE ORPHEUS AND MAGNAR HELPED INGRAM REALIZED HIS FEELINGS FOE EMERIE 😩😩😩😍😍😍 ALL THREE OF THEM ARE SO CUTE 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Magnar and Orpheus’ snouts darted towards each other, and they twisted their heads in opposite directions.

THERE SO CUTEEEEE 😩😩😩😩😩

“Consider it a good luck charm.”
“We’ll need it,” Orpheus stated solemnly.
“I have a horn charm like you now.”
“Mine’s better,” Orpheus huffed.
“Be nice, Orpheus!”
“I am being nice. I was just being truthful. But I know it feels nice to receive a gift like this.”
“You should have painted my face before we left, Delora.”
“Sorry. I’ll paint it when you get back.”

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The moment Emerie turned her face towards the tent flap to respond, Ingram gripped her cheeks with one hand to force her eyes on him.
His orbs flared a dark green in the empty, dark eyeholes of his raven skull, and she shivered at the possessiveness of them. “Only look at me, little butterfly,” he whispered menacingly.

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This did not humour the Witch Owl. Instead, her gaze bored into Emerie, and there was something... haunted about it.
Ingram’s skull jerked, and he tightened his arms protectively around his pretty little butterfly. Something cold and dark wrapped around his chest like a flowing, constrictive cloth.
Why is she looking at Emerie like that?

Yeah what’s up with that 🤔🤔

“Did… did you say a rabbit skull and antlers?” Emerie asked shyly.
“Yeah. The Duskwalkers become what they eat. They even obtained their orbs.”
“She,” Ingram randomly threw in. “The Mavka you speak of. Not they, she.”
Delora’s lips parted as she pressed her hand against the table to stand. “What are you saying, Ingram?”
“I... I think we met Fyodor.”

Hehe 🤭🤭

“That’s a good little butterfly,” he grated around panted, scent-tasting breaths, as he leaned down to lick across her neck. “Flutter for me.”

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