(Several emotions crossed his face at once: Fear, relief, confusion, denial... they soon settled on something more bold, more 𝘐𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘨𝘢.
Anger.)
What if the Wild Hunt takes you?
(Illuga clung to Flins' coat lapels, refusing to let him go. Metaphorically, and physically.)
You... you don't take
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[ flins' irises became slightly 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 when seeing illuga's teary-eyed mess——the waters from eyelids relentlessly fall , pleading this fae to 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 .
if that's a 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 , who is he to 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦 ? he cannot neglect the bird who needed guidance ,