and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Locke Moore
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Age: 34 | Height: 6'2 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Torchline
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LOCKE

He's not sure if it's her voice or her moving around that wakes him but he groans softly, trying to stretch under her. It's not easy and it doesn't do much. And on any other day and if they were in their bed, he would shove her off. He's being nice today though, she should enjoy it while she can. Hazel eyes finally open and he rolls just enough to look out the window. Still got a little time but they should really start getting ready.

He presses a kiss into the top of her head before pushing her back slightly. "Get up sleepy bones. If we wanna get everything ready and not be in a rush, we gotta get up now." They definitely wouldn't need to rush but still. He's just like that. He's always the first one to wake up and the first one to be ready. He likes it, another thing on their list of opposite traits.
I know I was born and I know that I'll die
The in-between is mine


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RE: and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass - by Locke - 06-01-2021, 08:08 PM

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