Entries tagged with [comm] musebysentence

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@ musebysentence ♠ 152.7. Sunny Day

Surviving close to 500 years without seeing a sunny day, one tends to learn to not remotely miss them.

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@ musebysentence || 138.1. Secret

Austin had a lot to get off his chest, and the more he put it off, the more he started doubting himself and doubting what he was feeling inside that he managed to continually procrastinate about taking the bull by the horns and just admitting how much everything had changed.

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@ musebysentence // 137.8. Fear

He had no idea how to overcome the inner conflict of fearing sex - or even talking about it - and desperately wanting to make love.

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@ musebysentence || 136.1. Angst

There would be no way he could describe the awful feeling of panic and terror that seemed to hit him like an avalanche out of nowhere, and despite having tried so hard to fight off all those painful emotions for weeks now... this time, he was drowning in it and couldn't stop it.

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@ musebysentence || 136.9. Rush

It was such an intense rush of emotions and pain that seemed to hit Luka out of the blue, and the next thing he knew, he was sitting on the floor of his hotel room's bathroom crying like he never wanted to stop.

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@ musebysentence || 136.2. Blanket

Jetlag and a migraine was a shitty mix, and Austin pulled the blanket up around him in the darkened hotel room figuring surprising his brothers could wait until his head stopped feeling like it was about to explode.

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@ musebysentence || 136.4. Shock

It was an extreme culture shock as Austin, not long back from serving in Afghanistan, got out of a cab in New York City fresh from a flight from Scotland, hitching his bag over his shoulder with a sigh and a bewildered look up at the skyscrapers looming above him.

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@ musebysentence // 135.9. Pillow

Brodie was woozy and disoriented when he woke up slowly lifting his head from the mound of pillows behind him, looking around the massive ornate yet unfamiliar room with no iota of a clue where he was to mumble a hazy, "Fuck, here we go again..."

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@ musebysentence ♠ 135.9. Pillow

Right in the middle of making love to his mate, who was simultaneously feeding from him with such intensity he had torn a duck down pillow to shreds, Xavier grabbed his ringing cell phone and smashed it into the wall, because sooner or later, the basic bitches would take the hint that he didn't want to be disturbed.

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@ musebysentence || 135.10. Fragile

Fragile wasn't something he wanted to ever admit to feeling, but lately, it was like he could feel anything but and a hard thing to swallow having been raised by someone who thought that if you had a dick, fragility was failure.