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⠀ “ You are here to remind me of
⠀ someone I long for, and what is
⠀ it you long for yourself? We must
⠀ have been together in an earlier
⠀ life, you and I. “ ——————࣪ ִֶָ☾.
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@LAMOUR014 [🗡️]
“What are *you* doing here?”
The words escape him on instinct– cold, unbothered with trying to hide any contempt. Hypocritical? Very, however Rodolphe Boulanger himself is nothing but. He’d entered the room just behind the chair where the younger sat, towering over her.
@lcb_rosa17 “You’re quite adamant to talk poorly of yourself. So much so that it makes me unsure why *you’re* so certain there’s nothing to find. You’ve lived a life, made memories, shared experiences. All of these contribute to the tale of Briar Rose, and it is a story only found with you.”
@lcb_rosa17 He hums thoughtfully, violet eyes sparkling like a shallow creek. For a moment, he forgets their hands are still joined, not that he minds. In fact, a small part of him hopes that Briar’s forgotten as well so that he may bask in the gentle contact just a moment longer.
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@LAMOUR014 There’s a moment of pause– one spent in silent tension thick enough to cut as his eye studies every little bit of her visage.
“And,” he echoes, one corner of his lips twitching into a smirk. “I’m collecting my pay.”
@LAMOUR014 [🗡️]
“Evenin’,” he drawls, golden eye automatically taking in her features. “So sorry t’ be droppin’ by unannounced, but I’ve got business with yer… Counterpart, over there.”
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