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She’s pleased. I’ve pleased her.
he’s so cute
“I will care for him,” he said. “Perhaps I can return him later. They heal quickly.”
“Darrah.” “Is that orcish? What does it mean?” “It is…little acorn.” Another blush crept up Orek’s neck. “Because he fell from a tree.”
*bites fist* GOD HE’S SO CUTE
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That smile could ask things of him no one else had or would. It was terrifying to realize he’d likely give whatever that smile asked of him.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d played, and he hoped he hadn’t just ruined it.
That was how, before making camp for the night a mile out of town, Sorcha took part in a great raccoon emancipation.
Sorcha was the river and he was caught in her current. He never wanted to come up for air.
He was a stupid male for her, but he wasn’t a fool.
“But they’re beautiful. Like stars in the night sky.”
🥺 healing my inner child fr
“Good. I wouldn’t want anyone coming for my pie. It’s mine.” “I’ll defend it with my life.”
Loving someone didn’t mean there weren’t times you wanted to occasionally smother them with a pillow.
“Mate,” he growled, “you are the air I breathe. The beat of my heart. You own me, Sorcha, body and soul.”
he’s a poet
“Oh, that’s so much lovelier than mine.”
She liked the thought that she’d always been linked to her halfling; that perhaps, one way or another, she’d always been meant to find her way downriver to him.
Her father and brothers grumbled unhappily, muttering about what kind of slavers would think to do that.
the people who idk want to take people??
