‘ then why are you here - what 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 your motives to traverse in the way that 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐 . . . ’
arms crossed over toned chest , black orbs gazing downwards.
She withdraws her arm, gently tracing her fingers over her cheek. She bats her eyelashes as he tries to recuperate.
"I have no use for that. Like I said, why should I care?"
an arch of 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 gazes the males visage , the feeling of his power being slightly drained made him retract this arm .
𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦.
‘ if you require the desire of 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 , then im afraid you must look elsewhere. ’
" . . . "
She stares at him as he dares to grab her. Sparks of energy would surge through her arm— and he would start to feel faint. She was draining his energy just from contact with her bare skin alone.
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this little princess will play the last note to his lament and burn the entirety of his narrative, granted that he continues to trace her.
this game of predator and prey is finished. this is 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.
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her eyes flash ominously.
"I know more about you than you know yourself."
In reference to his body. The physiology and data of that Saiyan was scarred into her psyche before even knowing how to speak.
She turns her head away and crosses her arms,
"Is it your first seeing an--
‘ for a being i have yet to encounter , . . . you 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 to know much about myself. ’
raising a furrowed brow , even a gentle scratch to the back of the cranium.
‘ having a closer look now , i can 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 sense your meer existence . ’
"Uh-huh."
She had no idea what he was talking about. He spoke like he wanted to induct her into a cult or something. Nor did he question how she knew him.
"I was bored. I heard a ruckus and I wanted to see if anything interesting was happening."
She was an enigma. She showed--