Sometimes, she distracted... «Безжалостные клятвы»

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  milenaenders1999

  23 февраля 2025

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  Sometimes, she distracted him when he was trying to write, but most of the time, he felt a deep sense of peace and comfort when he was in her presence. When he looked at her, watching her go about simple but lovely everyday tasks. When she sat in her favorite chair by the hearth and read to him in the evenings. When she woke in the mornings—always after him— and when she stole most of the blankets at night. When she came home from the Inkridden Tribune, smelling of newspapers and spilled coffee, full of brilliant ideas.

  And that, he had come to realize, was when his best words emerged. When he was with her.

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