Royalty fucks up all the time, man, pick up a goddamn history book.
[she can't disengage from this topic now, the best she can do is throw out little stalls. god why did she pull him in so close earlier? why is this happening? what did she ever do to deserve this awful punishment?]
And it has to be prince...'cause you could've had anything you fucking wanted, but it was still me.
I dunno, like...when you wear my clothes. That's my favorite. Might not be as risque as the nurse dress or flashy as the rainbow panties, but...means more.
[she bites her lip and looks away, embarrassment compounded by what she's debating saying next.]
You know...whenever you're gone for a while, your stuff's all I wear.
[both outside and to sleep in, whether it's times like his Peru trip or more emotional absences like their rare blowouts. Hazel can't meet his eyes even after speaking, it's just too mortifying.]
[those hands that had been lovingly cupping his face this whole time? now squishing his cheeks with a vengeance as she attempts to press his entire face out of existence.]
We'll see how long that lasts after this! I might just fucking torch your entire closet!
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[Someone's maybe getting the hang of how this question thing works right now, Hazel. That's not stupid.
Watch yourself.]
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[ha ha ha...wait, shit]
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...that's a first.
I think I might fuck up a bit too much for that title, though.
How about dashing rogue?
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[she can't disengage from this topic now, the best she can do is throw out little stalls. god why did she pull him in so close earlier? why is this happening? what did she ever do to deserve this awful punishment?]
And it has to be prince...'cause you could've had anything you fucking wanted, but it was still me.
[K I L L H E R]
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...get it?
'Cause you're a treasure??
[Flattery and cheese. Nonlethal dose, though. Sorry.]
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[but god help her, she's laughing. she hates her entire existence right now.]
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lmf i replied to the nonedit but you edited before i could hit send what is this witchcraft
i guess i finally broke the dw sound barrier
it was bound to happen eventually
all that's left now is preemptive tagging
[kiss her feet that she didn't follow her base instinct and make that 'hot and sticky']
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You know...whenever you're gone for a while, your stuff's all I wear.
[both outside and to sleep in, whether it's times like his Peru trip or more emotional absences like their rare blowouts. Hazel can't meet his eyes even after speaking, it's just too mortifying.]
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[Which is close enough.]
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We'll see how long that lasts after this! I might just fucking torch your entire closet!