December 2011
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wakingthegoldenwood:
“Stop fighting this,” e whispered, gently stroking a finger down the side of tumblr’s cheek. He flinched, but didn’t recoil as vehemently as e had expected, so he continued, rubbing soothing patterns onto the familiar blue skin.
“Don’t you see? We’re meant to be together.”
And maybe tumblr did see, deep down. But that didn’t stop him from glaring because it hurt, it always...
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