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"Rare" (2020)

𝖗𝖆𝖗𝖊;⁣


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Davy loved his mother.⁣


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She was a rare sort, the kind of woman that cared more for other people than herself. She'd welcome Davy's friends into their home at all hours, she'd make home-cooked meals and perfect apple pies, each lattice woven with love. The house was always warm, the sofa always decorated with soft cushions and the beds always made. Her arms stayed open to everyone, all the time. A shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold, a soothing reassurance; she was everyone's mother, all at once.⁣


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But she wasn't just kind. She was beautiful too. Strawberry blonde hair tumbled in gentle waves over slender shoulders, a small nose and rosy pink cheeks peppered a heart-shaped face and coral lips always held a welcoming smile. She'd dress in vibrant pinks and reds, soft fabrics swirled around an hourglass shape, she was almost swaddling come to life. A kind heart, a soft embrace, a Disney princess face. ⁣


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Staring into her almond-shaped, emerald green eyes, he could feel her warmth. She looked at him as though the universe laid in his chest, a magnificent milky way of all her proudest achievements. It made his heart swell, when she saw him like this. Saw him for everything he was, everything he could be, everything she'd hoped and dreamed for her perfect little boy.⁣


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Placing his hands at her rounded jaw, Davy pressed a chaste kiss to his mother's forehead. A thank you, an appreciation, a tiny sign of his undying love for his incredible, wonderful mum. Glancing down to catch the open-mouthed, coral grin that he'd known since infancy, Davy pan-seared the exposed edge of her butchered throat and readied himself for the 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓉, 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓮𝔁𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮, rare steak of his life.⁣


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Originally written and shared as part of Verbuary 2020: https://tinyurl.com/y66jj8r6

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