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[founds]

CHAPTER 2

NOV 7TH | 54℉☀(windy)

▸ Parka up for a cold an--*CHSKSSS--*- windy day in Blackwell folks! I sure do hope--*CHSKSSS--*-search team down at the lake won't--*CHSKSSS--*---*CHSSK--*-trouble out on the waters. Professional divers have been going in since dawn, let's give it up for the professional --*CHSKSSS--*-!!

▸ Old Lady Petunia has paid me to say DO NOT SEEK OUT THE ANGELS--*CHSKSSKK--SK--SSSH--*- In fact, there are no such thing as angels. See how easy that was? No angels, no problem.

▸ And now back to our --*CHSKSSS--*-regularly scheduled programming.

THE RISING IS NOT IN EFFECT

Comments

[tralineate]

[ she goes along with harry as she's tugged, not offering any resistance whatsoever, and using the opportunity to push closer to her. she breathes out heavily, trying to pull off the fleece after she unzips it. ]

Yeah. [ yeah? yeah. what? she's not listening, she's too distracted, leaning her cheek against hers at the kisses. she doesn't even look to where she's being walked to, taking backwards steps without tripping over herself. it's a challenge. ]

[toddy]

[ she's just going to keep pushing her back until a bed catches her by the legs. solid plan. ace. meanwhile her head dips in to kiss along her neck, giving it a soft bite before grabbing her by the lips again. ]

[tralineate]

[ bites are always welcomed and she lets her know with a moan, squeezing her hand on her hip.

eventually her knees bump against said bed and she ends up stumbling down ungracefully, but not without a laugh. she hooks a leg around harry's and tugs her over to her, quickly slipping an arm around her waist to roll them over so she's more or less laying on her, her hand back on her waist but slipping under her clothes so she can scratch her fingernails lightly on her skin while she kisses her. ]