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arms crossed. raising a brow.
hesitantly accepting the lasso,
giving a small smile.
“i see. you know your ropes.”
it was but a simple observation,
somehow she’d gotten the exact
same material & thickness of his
previous lasso.
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I wanted to apologize for our last encounter.
—The Assassin was serious, her gaze analyzing his expression.—
And I want to make amends, so I got you this.
—She slowly hand him the new lasso she bought, hoping that he would like it.—
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his expression was surprise
at first yet it quickly turned
bitter at the sight of the assassin.
“and… you’re doing this, why?”
he still does not trust her, it
seems.
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a gloved hand emerging from
the darkness, taking hers in
his own. a smile painting his
features at her own. gently
pulling her closer.
“it’s been a while, ma belle.
i have to admit that i’ve missed
you.”
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mysteriously, all the candles
and lights of the opera house
go out and reader is left alone
with the darkness and a
presence. * his presence, all
around them.
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