" mαч thє σdds вє єvєr ín чσur fαvσr " (hEaRtZ~❤️)

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Olin shrugged, "Mmm, but you could enjoy a little bathing, couldn't you?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" I could, but the question is... Will I?" Her arms wrap around his neck as she hugs him from behind, her cool skin pressing against his back comfortingly, small clear water droplets clinging to the tips of her fingers as she buried her face into his white hair lovingly

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Olin ran his hands over hers and smiled, "I sure hope you will."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Ah- i think I am," she mumbles into his hair, nuzzling the back of his neck slowly. Falling silent to just smile and relish the silence around them

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Olin turned and wrapped her up in his arm, lips pressed to her hair, "I love you," he murmured.

[CrimsonMoon]

She hums softly, covering herself with her hands but pressing her lips against his chest," I love you more, Olin," she murmurs softly, a tiny smile curling her lips

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Olin dipped down and nuzzled his face into her bare neck, "I love you most."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Ah- always trying to out do me," she purrs softly, stroking his soft hair as she rested against him, trying to imprint every detail of this moment in her mind so she could revisit it and be at peace

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"Just trying to prove myself to you," He smiled and kissed her temple.

[CrimsonMoon]

" You have done well then," she answers, gently stroking his cheek, looking up at him," Olin... Your father said he was going to talk to my mother- he would not tell me why-" she looks worried and somewhat frightened but conceals it by pressing her face against his neck," Is this about... Being a political prisoner?"

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Olin rested their foreheads together, "I..don't think so. He knows who you are to me, Indigo. I told him."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Wha... What did he say?" She asks softly, her voice seeming to tighten in her throat. Her eyes widening like a startled doe, her entite body had frozen

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He shrugged, "He was...unsure. He wished our families weren't on opposite sides of the war.."

[CrimsonMoon]

She sighs and nuzzles his neck," I wish we weren't on opposite sides as well," leaning upward, she kissed his lips lightly

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He smiled and kissed her back, cupping the back of her neck, "That doesn't change how I feel about you."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Good, because-" she rests her head against his neck," It hasn't changed how i feel

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He dragged his fingers up and down her back, "Good. Nothing could change how I feel."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Fantastic-" she purrs and leans back, reaching upward and gently beginning to scrub his face and neck," But you still smell awful..." She purrs

(Should we timeskip?)

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(Should they meet back with Tehran?)

[CrimsonMoon]

(Sure )