



My Barda
byVic•~5min
Genres & Atmosphere
“No god has ever dared to imagine you, my bard. She whispered with his lips brushing hers. — I love it when you call me that. (REWRITTEN)
Synopsis
“No god has ever dared to imagine you, my bard. She whispered with his lips brushing hers.
— I love it when you call me that.
(REWRITTEN)
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View profile"Há um momento quando olho pra você e não sei o que dizer. Minha língua trava. E o fogo corre sob minha pele e tremo. E empalideço...
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