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“ What have you been doing? Getting more charming while you're out of my sight? ”
It's just a best to distract herself to not cry and blush at the same time, only letting a sharp chuckle escape her lips.
“ I see you in every second that my eyes are close. Do know that. ”
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Tardif remained calm as he continued to clean her cheeks. Under the cowl he smiled.
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❝ Highly? I think of you all the time every fleeting moment. ❞
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He replied so calmly in that voice.
i have a deep fear of being too much. that one day i will find my someone, and they will realize that i am a hurricane. that they will step back and be intimidated by my muchness.
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Trembling sigh escape her lips as the warmth from his skin touches hers, she has long for this...
“ You have thought of me too highly. ”
Holding the back of his hand, she turn to place a soft kiss on the palm, slowly, deliberately taking her time.
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A soft snort was given upon her comment of being stubborn. Shifting to take off his gloves and his bare hand shifting to wipe her cheeks of tears.
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" Mere human like the rest of us. I beg to differ that you are stubborn. More straight razor than a thief's blade. "
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“ I do think I am for stubbornly getting mad at you. ”
The faintest sobs coming out of her, pathetic, really. Where did she left her dignity of the fiercest woman in town?
Apparently nowhere.
“ Welcome back. ”
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Letting go softly sad he directed his gaze into her own - a soft nod. A hand rose and paused as it moved to shift back downward.
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❝ No, you never were. ❞
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Is what he responded.
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She simply lean into his body, already letting go— partially. Hands tightly grabs on his sleeves rather than his clothes.
“ Are you not going to call me insufferable too? ”
It was more of a statement, not a question.
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" M'trying to get better at it ... "
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He replied softly yet with that accursed growl in his voice. His grip has loosen but did not falter. Has this entire time been his fault? He wondered.
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“ ... You are insufferable. ”
She whispers, small and weak, unlike the woman who fought until the last of her sanity drops, who constantly purrs at any attention fanning her way.
Broken, hollow, and yet she stands, holding him close still.
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A soft exhale escaped his lips beneath the cowl as he held her still. Eyes under the helm looking at the ground.
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He too did ponder the same as well.
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Hands clinging to his attire, unwilling to let go just yet, nuzzle her own face into his shoulder.
For how long will she be able to have this chance?
That is another thing to ponder about later...
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He embraced her as tight as he could as he rested his head on her shoulder. Should she have been mad at him - he forgave her there.
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Still not a word from Tardif.
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