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Horsing Around (IrelandxReader)Horsing Aroundvengefulamber
You made a face, staring at the giant beast in front of you. Dark eyes watched you, waiting for you to make a move. You didn’t. She huffed, tossing her head and shifting her feet. You swallowed audibly.
Licking your lips, your nervous tongue somehow formed out a soft greeting, and you took a step forward to the creature. Her eyes remained on your figure as you lifting your hand up, palm towards her. A shout sounded from somewhere beyond wooden walls and you felt your body jolt, hand shooting back down to your side. In front of you, the horse chuffed, as if she were unimpressed with you.
“Oi, what are you still doing over there by the door?”
You chewed at your lip, embarrassed to see the wry smirk on Kenneth’s face. The wiry man chuckled at you, though his voice lacked humor, and set the saddle on a short bale near the other entrance to the barn.
“The horse is right there,” you reasoned.
A thick brow raised
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Above this sin
You hold my hand
Before the end comes
Forgiving me for what I've done till the end of days
The sky is dark again.
But that's nothing new; it's usually always dark on this side. There are those rare moments where the clouds part, where I can actually see the sun, but as soon as that spark of hope burns, it is snuffed. Far too quickly.
I live in fear.
I have never lived in fear before.
I'm sitting on the edge, waiting, always waiting. I'm trapped behind this thick curtain, a curtain of iron. A curtain of iron that smothers my sense of time, my grasp on reality, my ability to grasp my identity.
I'm used to being caged, shut down, degraded. No one gives a damn that it doesn't work for me. No one understands that I'm a free spirit; I'm meant to run, to yell, to shout, to scream, to fight. But since when has anyone actually cared?
And now, here I am. On the ground, on all fours, my breaths coming out in uneven intervals, my vision blurring, the bl
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