˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦋 ꒱ - ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌
╰┈➤ ❝ [(𝗇.) The Italian word for 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲.]
❝If time were governed by Eros, I would stay in your arms forever. If time answered only to lovers, I would never leave your side. The seconds pass by slower when...
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄: Fairy Godmother
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"NO. NOT THERE OVER THERE." Alice groans as she points where the logs should be placed while Emmett, Cordelia, Rosalie, and Christopher carry the wood logs easily with their strength.
Emmett stomps his feet as he complains, "Can't Eden just flick her fingers and get the decorations in place," as he places the wood logs down in the right place and position.
Eden rolls her eyes as she arranges the arc, "I'm not fairy fucking godmother, Emmett."
Emmett grins. Oh, he just loves his banters with Eden, "Right. Then go back to your garden, Eden!"
