Eyes drifted towards the clock, regarding it with a half lidded glance before turning to Sarah. Catching the curve of contemplation etched onto those plush lips. The sight of it, of Fortune, stirred something in the Venator, a feeling she invoked when in his crosshairs.
She --
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Watching the hands tick on a grand-
father clock across the room, swirling
deep red wine in a glass before she
brings it up towards her nose to smell
the aged, fruity notes.
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"I missed you," he spoke gently, the words tender, loving as steel fingers closed around pale claws. Eyes lidded beneath steel mask as they fell upon the fox, black hues meeting golden.
“Sounds like you got a lot on your plate,” he murmured, holding her gaze. Black tendrils of hair spilling over scarred features as she wrapped herself around him. Eyes narrow slightly at the proposal and a large, armored hand cups her hip.
“Hm, I’m not one for events,” he --
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Sarah snakes her arms around
Rowan's waist and looks up to
meet his gaze. "I know." Sarah
readily admits with a wink as
she rests her chin against his
torso. " ... There's also a formal
event I have to attend. I would
prefer having you there with me."
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A small sigh slipped through mangled lips as he looked to her, eyes growing lidded as he catches that seductive tilt in her voice.
“Hm, you make it sound much more exciting when you say it like that...” He teased lightly, a half-smile forming upon his rugged expression
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"And what if I ask you 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 nicely?"
Still sizing him up, vivid imagination
already running wild with ideas.
"𝘐 think you'd look dashing. And I'd
just love to dress you up. And down.""
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“A suit?” He echoed the term, cocking his head to consider the offer before dark eyes narrowed to the red head. “Don’t know, can’t say I care much for fancy outfits.” He grunted.