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⠀⠀ hairs on the back of his neck
stand on end as hues stare at the ballerina . her taunt nearly getting to him .
only for his form to lean in and put a hand on the glass . cold under his heated palm that fogged the glass .
〝 i tried . guess those voices of mine
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❛ They said...❜
The ballerina leans in, cold hands pressed against the glass as she bends over and whispers,
❛ ...it was you who should've died instead of them. Why haven't you k̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ yet, hmmm? ♡ ❜
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⠀⠀ 〝 well , at least we know you keep some semblance of intelligence while in there , but that attitude of yours is no good . 〞
but that last part caught his attention . an ominous feeling running rampant across his nerves .
like what she would say would annoy
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❛ My freedom isn't determined by anyone, especially not you. Keke...❜
Getting up from her seat, the crazed Sinner walked side to side, her amber eyes examining Demon on the other side of the glass.
❛ I can hear it...the whispers circling around you. ♡
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⠀⠀ shaking his head as the threat echoed off of the walls . leaning back in the chair for the moment .
〝 come now .
do you truly think i would take that risk ﹖ this is your freedom on the line , not mine .
come closer and try again . 〞
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❛ Pfftー KAKAKAKAKAKAKA! ❜
Her crazed laughter fills the cell and echoed through the cold hallways. One moment she's gentle, and the next, she's all manic.
❛ A chat, you say? Why don't you come in? Come closer to me...so I can rip your FUCKING throat out! ♡ ❜
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⠀⠀ 〝 save is for a hero . i am not that , but what i do know is tge code to this door . 〞
a pause as he pulls a chair up to the enclosure . piercing hues glaring at the being behind it .
〝 chat with me first , and we will see if i am your prince or your devil . 〞
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❛ And yet, you came. You came to save me, yes? ❜
She said, her voice laced with gentle kindness. Lifting her head up from her hands, she'd sit straight, a soft look upon her face ー radiating an air of elegance.
❛ Are you my prince? ❜
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⠀⠀ he carefully leaned on the glass and stared off down the corridor . watching as not a soul seemed to even try visiting this area .
a shame .
〝 to see the one that keeps me up at night with so much noise . 〞
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❛ □□□□ □□ ...□□□□□□□□...❜
The whispers and mutters ceased upon hearing the tap on the glass. But Tsarina didn't bother looking up, her face remains buried in her hands.
❛ Why ...why are you here? ❜
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⠀⠀ tap , tap , tap .
his knuckle rapped against the glass of the oversized prison that held the sinner behind it .
a huff sounding from him seeing someone so ... dejected like this .
〝 hey .
you okay in there ﹖〞
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Each of her cries and screeches sounded like nails dragging against the chalkboard. One moment she's calm and poised, the other is her turning her cell upside down.
And today, she's sat on a chair, hunched over, muttering something over and over.
❛ □□□□ □□.. ❜
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⠀⠀ for as long as i must since i no longer have something to fight for unless the chief is around .
though ... if you were in that equation then i may have something worthwhile to protect . 〞
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⠀⠀ 〝 no , i never tire of fighting to protect . 〞
he would say as he works on navigating her garden . head occasionally hitting one of the few things that hang down with a grumble .
yet making his way through a little better trying to get her to her
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❝ a very 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑙 maiden ,
`forced to battle
and left alone with
herself ׅ ❞
stating those rather
amicably than in disdain,
too self-indulgent for one
who deem herself /tired/ ׅ
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⠀⠀ bed . this 'frail' maiden needs to get her rest after a long day . he is of course making his way there as fast as he could with these sort of obstacles in her closed off space .
〝 protecting is what i do , helping is what i am . i continue to fight
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