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Gorgeous and hot in my garden at the moment and the moggy is making the most of it. Not the brightest day today despite the whole of the uk apparently basking in a heatwave. Might knit some boats later though? I love the colours in this one and hope that the recipient loves it too.

No clacking today but a very nice catch up with old friends porthmeorcafe. Here we are again and Teresa is womanning the stall.

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Do these two colours go together? Early morning adding to the Etsy shop from the comfort of my bed. At the stall at the Sally Army today and sitting next to this lovely lady. Pixie slippers for adults and baby bootees for babies. Currently knitting up a cuddly finish for another birthday girl and this one is pink and purple. My latest fish shaped cushion due to be delivered tomorrow. We are here tomorrow!

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Little hearts filled with lavender. Harmony restored with Finn the apricot creme champagne moggy guarding the wool scraps. At last! A place for the bits and bobs wool. Latest order ready to be delivered. I do like an experimental clack , Cornish colours anyone? You wondered why. Even now despite the anger, your very being wished to forgive and trust him. Why did you have to care so much, and him so little? Why did you have to cry and he did not? You hated how much you loved him.

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You hated how much he could calm you down, no matter how angry you wished to be. To hit him. To yell at him. To be angry forever, but he knew too well what his voice did. What a wondrous weakness it was, and used it to his advantage. Einfach so.

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Your fingers dug sharply into him and with a deep satisfaction of causing even the slightest pain when you felt him tense. After a moment, listening to him hum unhappily at the small act of rebellion, you relaxed.

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Would he deny it, you wondered uncertainly. Even now? Not now. Especially when the silence dragged on, causing fear to settle into your every breath and thought. You had hoped, even just a sliver of a chance, that perhaps it was some form of misunderstanding, anything please —. For the longest time you stood there, held tight in his embrace, his hands gently weaving through your hair, a soothing motion that tried to calm the renewed tension out of you.

Only rolling over the words he had just uttered, over and over again in your mind, waiting for the burning of scars to appear, to declare his lies once more —. No new lies appearing. But the others… the others were still there. You idiot! You pudding brain!

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Have you no sympathy?! Lutz huffed out in laughter as you retaliated upon him once more, your eyes wide and bewildered, uncertainty claiming you. He stiffened and you could practically see the gears turning in his head, trying to come up with some solution to whatever had landed them in this mess. He finally just rolled his eyes back, enforcing every inch of his teenage years into the act before he simply went through his pocket and pulled out a palm sized box. It had the definite shape of one. Whether out of a sinking realisation or utter glee, was debatable.

The scars which had been hurting, which had been burning at the back of your mind and every inch of your body, seemed to fade away. You could feel it disappearing, all of them vanishing in a soothing whisper of calm and strangely, happiness. It was a lot more pleasant than receiving a scar that was for sure. Groaning, you quickly darted back the way you came, ignoring the amused laugh from your soulmate. So she really thought that she could escape. How foolish could she be?

She could never escape from him. Plus why would she want to? He sighed and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

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He thought that if he loosened his grip, then she would disappear. He loved her so much. She would see how much he could do for her and then she would be bound to love him. He knew it. As it would likely be a small gathering with himself and Gilen. And he would of hoped to have you there, if not just for the bonding. It may actually lead to an argument and likely in his defeat. It may only become an issue if you go so far as to bash organized religions or etc.

Luciano and Lutz getting along and not being aggressive toward each other in any way, shape, or form. I may have hurt few a little I admit.. It was beautiful and I will so make one of my own. I will do it in English with pictures and if I have a volunteer, I would do a through hands on explanation. Kuro : And all those terrible things to bring you back down.

Smallpox, botched surgery, snails crawling out of your mouth. Summary: He was always so warm when he slipped between the sheets, that sometimes, Lutz wondered if he really was as cold as he claimed to be. He was always so warm. And Lutz never was known for focusing on the hard details, anyways. You certainly notice the little things about him, anyway.

How he sleeps curled around a blade like he thinks it can protect him, or how under the lean muscle of his back you can feel his ribs poking sharper than they should be. He smells like blood and iron and basil and expensive cologne and you love it, you love the foreigness of it and the danger and the way the tang of metal and sea salt rests heavy under his tongue when he shoves you against the matress and you wrestle for dominance. Your- what? He drew closer instead, silently delighting in the way Luciano flexed his shoulders as he bantered, like a bird debating whether to fly.

Years with your brother has taught you when to recognize when a bird wants nothing more than to fly away. You can see that now, can feel it, and decide to back away. The beat of his pulse, so vulnerable, so open, thrummed against his lips, and Lutz closed his eyes at the silent, aweing trust of it.

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Warmth and life and comfort and belonging. He started to play games on his phone to pass time, but Lutz was never known for his patience. That gave him an idea. They were so cute with messy hair and drool all over their face. This will be his new background picture! You walked out to the front room where Lutz stood holding the door open.

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It happened every year, they would have live music, dancers form the local dance school, and various stalls, where you could even buy some alcohol, would be set up across the park, it helped that the park was fairly big. After about 20 minutes of walking you and Lutz entered the park, from where you were standing you could see a young bot in the centre of the band stand singing. You went the opposite way and walked u to a stall where there was a lady selling sweets and fizzy drinks. On the way over you noticed a little girl walking round with a basket handing out flower crowns, she then made her way over to you.