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Roll of the eyes evident by reaction made, arms also mimicking by crossing over his chest. She was correct, his restraints no longer existed in a way which limited his actions. Yet here he was.
ใ I'm happy to see you. ใ
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the woman folded her arms under her chest and simply watched him. there was a playful smile on her face now. eventually, she closed the gap between them and smoothened his coat.
"well, now that the pain of your mara is no more. you can act as you intend to, bladie~"
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Life within his hues disappearing upon touch, the strength he tried to use to bring her down with him fading immediately.
But that smile had obvious intention. He got what he wanted. It was now up to her to realize it.
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The corner of his lips would soon inch upwards towards a smile as his words were truly enough for her to act upon it. Perhaps a hidden motive behind it all, his hand shooting forward as his life drained.
A final act for now, one which showcased his relentlessness.
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The means to my end has always been clear. Although impossible, I still was able to view it through clear glass. You... Break such a pattern.
But perhaps you're the reason why boredom has yet to claim me. Ironic. You deserve praise.
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how much of a villain does he see her? he has a way to compliment her... somehow there is a sting that she felt in her chest. but the calmness on her face hid it.
"you sound disappointed... why~?"
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I apologize. It's not your passivity that holds that power back, it's your naivety which blinds your judgement.
Come on, reaper. Grant me a temporary rest, I'll just come back to taunt you. (๐ฎโ๐จ)
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( brief wave of hesitance as swordsman approaches.. taking a step towards her deathly aura glows against reaper. )
nonetheless, your end... do you truly wish to seek to that eternal slumber? is this what you wish?
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I wasn't against it yet here you are weaponizing it... ๐ด๐ช๐จ๐ฉ. Even I can't get a good read on you, even throughout the years.
That's possibly your strongest suit, Kafka. Don't change.
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Or else what? You'll finally come to terms with what you can do and wield it against the one person who can truly speak out against it?
( his gaze turned piercing, form slowly approaching as he continued to egg them on with his presence alone )
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this touch can serve souls' guide to a gentle eternal slumber. this much, i can do.
( a quiet squint that could cut someone is shown towards swordsman. )
... please do not assume what i can and can't do.
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I've never been this confident until now knowing you do these things on purpose, Kafka. And here I thought I was the worst one out of the four.
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Your reserved nature will only lead you towards a result that you wish to prevent. A thin line of being humble and being oblivious.
Have you ever thought of using it as a benefit than viewing it as some sort of curse?
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Elegance but cold. One in which welcomes the role. You deny it with your existence, scared to harm others with something you cannot control.
As I said, too passive.
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