Yarash Kohvën.

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Is Benediction... Then: Exclusivity Bestowed Upon Norashians? Once! (Entire Hominal Integuments.) ─II. “Surrendered To Incineration.” Hold-Me-Close.

As If Mortals: Bereft Of Entitlement! Traded For Frenzied Apertures? Basic Request, Uttered. (1/3)

Request Avatar, Request Display Name, Put Bio, Request Name, Stay Up Late, Move Platform (WhatsApp & LINE), Deeptalk.

Dates: Food Date, Cinema Date, Game Date (MLBB), Movie Date, Listening Date, Reading Date, Writing Date.

Real Life: Pap Activities, On The Phone Mute, Sleepcall Mute, Singing & Playing Instrument (No Request).

NSFW: Dirty Talk, Literate, Channel PDA NSFW.

Semi/In Character: Ask first.

Beseeching Serenity! (That Caresses The Dermal, '24.) In Oblation: “To Cradle All Sentience.” Ere It.

There is this intimacy I’d like to bask within until the body forfeits its own boundaries. Perhaps it mattered not whether it was your lips or the tip of your fingers. Perhaps all that really mattered was how two parts of solitude could place the faint scent of petrichor settling before each other’s ribs. Don’t love always feel rather rigorous, rather akin to a long-term rather than a passing occasion?

This tiding wait etches itself on the veins of time. The days shed into a long-winded of skin before the seasons while your name silently ingrained itself onto the walls of my memories. I became rather envious—resentful, almost—to the winds that might have caressed your face first, to the eventide that had cradled your eyelids longer than mine. I had yet the pleasure of committing the warmth of your palms into my memories.

Comeforth—tell me, whisper to my ears. Engrave onto my chest whichever wound you’d like to embed. Thus I would cherish it, just as I would cherish you.