β β
he might be πππβπ‘ .
nothing could bring her to give
him such satisfaction .
β π πππ is what lead me
here οΌnothing else . β
sharp ββto the point as
always .
β β
β β
his voice came not like the
thunder that rolled in the
distance οΌ but rather οΌ the
gentle drops of tired rain that
tickled from obsiden lashes
to the curve of her jaw .
β β
β β
laced syllables .
it was intoxicating ... the way
a rose could appear so
harmless till one pricks their
finger .
there was a soft falter to her
gaze . not from offense οΌ but
a subtle fear
β β
β β
β α΅α΅ ... well i suppose that
makes sense . how about this
then ? why don β t i show you
to the mask marker ?
whether or not you find one
you like ... or hand craft your
own οΌ
β β
β β
meant to ββhow she βππ‘ππ
such a feeling .
eyes narrowed in mock
annoyance οΌ this game was
going to end one way or
another .
β stop lurking ... i know you β re
here οΌ @saevusferox . β
β β
β β
still in her sternum unable to
escape . not from fear οΌ no ...
but from that singular pull that
had drawn her here .
how natural it felt οΌ how
familar this path felt just as
she was
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