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Do NOT test him ( π’ ). She wants him to follow her around? Tail out? Wings out? Is she willing to explain to everybody why a Sin is following behind her? Hm?
... π’π’π’
OH, HE DIDN'T KILL ANYONE, OKAY?!
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WHY?! ( Well, she is not wrong ... he just thought he would correct her before she made any more mistakes. And, for the record, she started π’ such a stubborn WOMAN )
Hm? What she said? Didn't catch it π»β¨οΈ
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α α She dares indeed! (Well, and she wanted to address any single version of him since he's being so incredibly stubborn! Persistent! Pigheaded! π’)
α α He can delude himself as much as he wants but reality remains such.
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( π’ )
That is hardly the fucking point.
Though, he will admit, interacting with them would be easier if they stopped being idiots.
... tch. Lies. LIES.
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α α He knows that he isn't obliged to interact with members of the clergy if this 'vow of chastity' bothers him so much, does he?
α α And not everyone shares his passionsβ π
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That is utter bullshit.
Remaining chaste for a god who can't even look down upon his herd β ignoring basic human interactions and futures, for what?
@Orcishh β
Dark eyebrow arches just as arms fold across his chest ; amusement still dances on the amber of his eyes.
"Somewhere? ... anywhere specific, or can I improvise?"
Odd request, but who is he to judge?
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An artist?
Painter? Writer? Singer? Actress?
Questions, questions, questions.
Doesn't matter.
The brush of his fingertips reaches the back of her right ear ; a deceptively short touch that starts everything.
Right there, a mark begins to form. No, not a mark. A β§
to come across someone so genuinely curious about her hopes in dreams feels akin to finding hidden treasure in the least likely of places. maybe sheβd appear more grateful if he wasnβt soβ¦ π€ππ°π΄π¦.
βi wanna be recognized by othersβ¦ +
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sigil.
Silent. Painless. Nothing more than a swirling pattern, so akin to the color of her skin.
Then, his hand drops β but it has been done.
"No. It is your wish and no wish is bad." Now, the blond tilts his head, lips tweaked into a tiny, lopsided smile. "... what do β§