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TAG WITH @thalia
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POSTED ON Apr 1, 2023 17:23:17 GMT
[attr="class","samjer"] [newclass=.samjer] font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; [/newclass][newclass=.samjermain] margin: 0 auto; width:330px;background-color:#2b2b2b;padding:45px;text-align:justify;font-size:11.5px;line-height:14px;letter-spacing:.5px;[/newclass][newclass=.samjertag] text-align:right;font-weight:bold;margin-bottom: -15px; padding-top: 15px;[/newclass][newclass=.samjer b] color: #D49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjer i] color: #D49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjer u] text-decoration: none; font-style: italic; color: #D49736; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; font-weight: bold; [/newclass][newclass=.samjer a] text-transform:uppercase!important;font:800 13px Poppins!important; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass][newclass=.samjerpoke] width:420px;background-color:#272727;height:60px;background-image:url(https://image.ibb.co/dMFuMc/flower.png);background-repeat:no-repeat;background-position:center right;text-align:center;padding-bottom:15px;margin: 0 auto;margin-top:-10px;[/newclass][attr="class","samjermain"]His boots crunch on broken glass and Thalia looks away, stifling a giggle in her palm. It’s a trace maddened, like she cannot believe someone can live like this. But she once spent six weeks stranded miles from the Zero Gate with snowblindness and dehydration making her hallucinate. Things like that would give you a new appreciation for being alive, no matter the form of it. The image that pops into her head at the words binge-fueled jerkoff session would have killed her dad, probably. Well, maybe not. Maybe if she had a normal dad who, you know, cared. “You,” she says, and her voice is genuinely affectionate, this time, in awe of what this single man can do all by himself, “have a power of unrivaled chaos inside you.” She sips her whiskey, the grin still on her lips. Then the conversation turns towards her. “I didn’t run,” she says, and there’s a shred of sardonic joy in her voice, mimicking his from earlier, “I was sent away. Like an unwanted gift.” She drinks, looks down the bar. “I just didn’t come back in the shape they intended of me.” [attr="class","samjertag"]Callan Young - wearing [attr="class","samjerpoke"]  |
