smile tugging harder at his lips , soft and playful words seeming to melt anything left of that strong exterior he brandished so brazenly .
“ You make me sound so harsh , i assure you , sho , my need for your presence is not—
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“ how could i be upset , when you make surrender feel so … tempting ? ”
her voice softened , teasing but warm as her fingers slid down his face to rest lightly on his jaw .
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a tilt of his head as hands took her own , digits brushing tenderly across pale skin , treading carefully , concisely , as if she were as fragile as glass .
“ Then fall into me , and drown yourself in my adoration . ”
‘ Is that not what I have always done , satoru ? The life of sorcerers is vasty more important than anything , we keep this country together , do we not ? ’
ᅠᅠ“ Indeed. The best part about a weapon is that it isn't simply a matter of "𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪." It is a matter of "𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘦," which reminds us to live in the moment.
. .If you know what I mean. ”