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[hr][right][sub]𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. [COLOR=#8cb198]Home & OIC [url=https://youtu.be/xchCnyDyvVw]♛[/url] [/COLOR]
𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝 [COLOR=#8cb198]Reminiscent & Wanting[/color]
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𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. [color=f1c7cb]The Angel[/color] [@boreas] | [color=C272AC] Nicolai Bennett[/color] [@WindsOfFate]
𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. [COLOR=#8cb198]Eloise Cooper - Bajolière; wife [/color][/sub][/right][hr]
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Events of the previous night flashed through Theodore's mind as he stood against the pristine white countertop of his [url=https://i.pinimg.com/564x/eb/9b/dc/eb9bdc40cff270e999180d5bc97a6d01.jpg][COLOR=#8cb198]Rose Point bungalow[/color][/url]. Coffee already being to pour into the tumbler placed beneath the spout. The dark hues of his Burberry suit contrasting brilliantly within the confines of his open kitchen. The kitchen of the home he shared with his wife and son. [COLOR=#8cb198][sub][i]His family...[/i][/sub][/color] he thought bitterly, a scoff falling from his lips as the last of the cafe dripped into his cup. The dark roast aroma; deep, rich and slightly bitter - with the added help of chicory.

He was about to take his first sip when he heard footsteps, clad in a plum suede kitten heel and a fitted sweater dress was his wife.


The tangle of sheets, the sweet smell of vanilla and cashmere, a hint of sweet amber; warm & cozy, something he just wants to wrap himself in. Refusing to the prickling nerve telling him to get up. To get out of the sheets, out of the bed, and scurry home back to his own bed. Where his wife lay sleeping peacefully. [COLOR=#8cb198][sub][i]His wife...[/i][/sub][/color] the title irked him some. It wasn't the most solid of marriages. Not any more at least. Not lately. However the nubile body beside him in those early hours of the morning - silently calling him, singing to him to stay without the help of words. Theo was torn. Ultimately deciding upon a quick escape without stirring the young woman in the hotel sheets.

It's not the first time they've been together. Spent time with one another tangled in one another. It certainly won't be the last time.

The Philosophy professor was pulled from his thoughts at the slight touch of hips on his as his wife finished filling up her own cup of coffee. A quick exchange of words, a kiss or two here and there. Something about Henry having already gone to school, carpooling with friend from down the street. A silent nod to let her know he was listening and a grunt of acknowledgement every now and then as they both continued on with their daily morning routines. Before long the both of them were swapping kisses and goodbyes and Theodore Bajolière found himself strolling the hallways towards Bennett's office within the hour; thoughts of last night's company still swimming in his head.
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