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When Oliver Bearman joins as his new teammate, kind where others have been cruel, hopeful where Esteban has only known regret, something fragile begins to bloom. But nothing stays untouched in this world — especially not love.
A story of grief, memory, and what it means to choose gentleness, even when you don’t believe you deserve it.
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Jack’s gaze flicked down—slow, deliberate, then back up. “You looked good in champagne.”
George wasn’t drunk. Tipsy, maybe, a little lazy around the edges, just enough to let the tension in his shoulders loosen, enough to let an amused grin stretch his lips when Jack’s thigh brushed his under the table and didn’t move away.
“You got a plan here?” George asked.
Jack shrugged, then smirked. “I’m improvising.”
“Bold.”
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The lace veils that adorned Charles' body cast sweet floral shadows on her skin, twisting around her like vines, rising and dying in the areas covered by the embroidered fabric of her lingerie, tongues of fire on an alabaster canvas.
Lewis elegantly raised her hand in the Monegasque’s direction as if to invite her to dance, and a few steps away, Charles accepted it, turning once on herself as if the other women had led her in a slow pirouette.
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For Some Drunk Reasonable Reason by MrStank for TheDreamServerTM
Fandoms: League of Legends RPF
20 May 2024
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«It's always about love with you, huh?» Jankos softly asked.
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Whether it was the hue of cornflowers or ice, Zdravets' love and hatred for that color was visceral, so strong as to be almost frightening. If he had been a painter, the support would have colored every canvas with that shade of light, then ripping them apart with the same brush with which he had brought those masterpieces to life.
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Crimson flames stole him away, breathing life into a Icarus with scarlet wings. The Silver champion, gilded by Ferrari's fire, now flies on borrowed dreams. Let him soar into his sunset chasing his stolen sun, for the fall will be his requiem, sung in the ashes of my betrayed devotion.
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