you and me and the god's will makes it complicated
Phoebe Steadman
the Nightingale
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Phoebe

Phoebe hummed contentedly, easily curling in on herself as he wrapped his arms around her. The warm afterglow left her head cloudy and thoughts muddled, the rise and fall of his chest a steady rhythm that threatened to send her off to sleep well before she would normally.

But his words caught her attention as his lips pressed to her head. The Nightingale smiled and nuzzled her head beneath his chin. "Love you too, my Prince." she said softly, mimicking his pet name for her. She didn't call him that on any regular basis, but in the moment it worked - and before long she was lost to the realm of dreams, thoroughly worn out.

{END}
she sprouted love like flowers
grew a garden in her mind


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RE: you and me and the god's will makes it complicated - by Phoebe - 10-02-2021, 11:49 PM

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