❛ steve , sweetheart ––––––– ❜ beckoned from study , honey o’er gravel drawl absent from behind flickering flames of fireplace . 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 ! instead , he sends for ex - reverend , turned progeny ––––––– turned lover . papers lie dully in lap where legs cross at knee , tie long since undone & hanging loosely ‘round neck : a noose of swallowed pride . but then , newlin has already seen the king at rock bottom , so any possible shame makes quick of ridding itself before allowing continuance as younger makes his entrance . outstretched grip , file in clutch , ❛ ––––––– be a dear & tell me what this says , would you ? ❜ / @fangpreacher liked .