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lauralae

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🐺 a rare thing, to be cherished.

What can I say? I'm fond of the little pup. And someone ought to be there for her when that dear, soft heart gets her into trouble.

matt jamison

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✨ a well-meaning idiot.

He's rather sweet β€” in the same way a fawn is. All arms and legs and best intentions, if not necessarily the coordination to back them up.

koby

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Β πŸ¦† birds of a feather.

I can appreciate the urge to make oneself aware of everyone else's business. And, don't tell him this, but β€” he reminds me of my younger self.

alicent hightower

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Β πŸ‘‘ the too-young queen.

I, her second husband, and she, my first wife, albeit under the auspices of a game. I suppose it is the nature of sadness to draw such souls into each other's orbit.

alina starkov

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Β πŸ“ my strawberry tart.

Good company, a good laugh. I've yet to delve too much further β€” trouble seems to adore nipping at her heels, and her edges are sharp.

diarmuid

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Β β›ͺ️ the little monk.

Gods help me, I am concerned for his wellbeing. He's been through much more than his still-tender demeanor would suggest.

armand

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 ⭐️ a mystery.

I'll admit, I was rather enchanted by him, even if our shared headache shattered that illusion. Beautiful things can be dangerous, too. I should know.

set

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 🦑 the god of war.

I spent too long praying for the gods' intervention β€” to no avail β€” to trust this one, but I may as well make the most of the footing we're on.

hawkins fuller

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Β πŸ… the politician.

He listened to me. That counts for more than most. Beyond that, I'm not yet sure what else there is to say, but that's a bit of fun in its own right.

paul atreides

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 🦴 a joker.

"A skeleton doesn’t really have the bones for it." Good grief. But, I admit: I laughed. I'm certain he and Withers would get along, should they ever meet.

lestat de lioncourt

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 🩸 the stranger.

I don't know what to make of him, yet. Once, perhaps, his beauty would have been enough to hold my attention. Now, I think, I more envy his poise.

louis de pointe du lac

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Β πŸ•―οΈ a gentleman.

Charming, kind β€” and, yes, beautiful, too. Warmth seems to come effortlessly to him, as did what magic he saw fit to perform for me.



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