slow exhale through the nose . head tilting ⸝ eye contact broken like a dog tempting to shame . “ do you have to be so cruel .ᐣ ” lips purse with curiosity . lacking in empathy .
hand pulls back to hover ──────── down to idly pull at the ribbons . head tilted . 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 c͟o͟y͟ in the manner of affirmation . “ I didn't hear a 𝙣𝙤 . ”
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a grunt rumbled in throat — followed by a loose shrug as he held onto the bundle of ribbons , soon enough rising to his feet .
curse those goddamn knees .
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“ many things about m͟e͟ .ᐣ ” genuineness is lost in the sudden spread and curl of fingers ⸝ palm 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 lightly at the base . narrowed eyes stare . 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙙 .
throat 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘴 in relief at the ease of tension . flesh sagging back to orgin . p͟i͟n͟k͟e͟n͟e͟d͟ wrists bared as fingers reach to ghost over jame's nape ⸝ “ you think of it often .ᐣ ”
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“ i did .ᐣ”
brow perked up — leaning in closer to body as heads clumsily worked on undoing the ribbon , freeing the other .
“ guess the bite sticks out more .”
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“ you 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 me to . ” almost leaning in closer before the crouch breaks the proximity . gentle huff ⸝ d͟i͟s͟a͟p͟p͟o͟i͟n͟t͟m͟e͟n͟t͟ perhaps . “ I 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 you ⸝ too . ”
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“ you kind of do .”
hum — brows furrowed . jesus … just how tight is this ribbon wrapped . a faint shake of head , ribbon untied from throat , the blond crouching down with a grunt , working the ribbon out .
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“ 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘰 ──── ” quiet ⸝ nearly lost to the stretch of fabric . s͟n͟u͟g͟g͟l͟y͟ wound to leave pink little lines over the skin ﹒﹒ lips pulled in quirk . “ you act like I 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲 . ”
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“ nice to see you too .”
low murmur — step closer as a hand reached out towards the boy , a tug on it to undo it , wrapping the ribbon around wrist , slow unboxing .
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tight vice of lips ⸝ subtle b͟e͟h͟a͟v͟i͟o͟r͟a͟l͟ recognition ──── a drooped head . not 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 apologetic but 𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 open in a visage of acceptance . “ ﹒﹒ 𝘺𝘦𝘴 . ”
﹒﹒ a bland blink ⸝ a modest 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩 . brow arched as voice lowers to something more familiar in m͟a͟s͟c͟u͟l͟i͟n͟i͟t͟y͟ . “ I 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 ──────── but my hands are 𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙙 . ”
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𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 .ᐣ well , isn’t he the luckiest man on earth . shifty emeralds remained averted , trembling digit tugging at the collar of shirt .
“ … do you need help .”
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// making lore for the sin eaters that no one asked for but I like the idea that sin eaters actually have specific sins that they favor so they don't just hunt anyone, ole munch likes wrath/pride and kiva likes envy/lust... okay okay...