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failures is something you're going to have to swallow and accept. i have no guilt to carry, and you are owed no explanation."
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despite the obvious agitation she reaches forward, a stray ash flocked from his suit jacket. "insufferable as always."
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"i think it suits me well, does it not? taking care of the ill, sacrificing myself for the benefit of others?" her words seem to carry the same tone his own do, smoke floating from slightly parted lips as her gaze sharpens. "what i decided to do in the wake of your +
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pupils follow the trail of her movements; he had always adored how her lipstick painted the cancerous sticks a different hue, the very metaphor to how she was the key that allowed his monotone world to break apart, every once in a while. not that he'd ever&.
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she can't make out whatever it is that he's said to her, and judging from his dismissal of his own words it seems he's just fine with that.
irene gives a quiet nod, painted lips curling around the cigarette and giving it an inhale. the smoke is a comfort in a way +
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a long inhale from his cigarette, he stares at @matriarchtrials for a brief instance,
❛ 𝖞ou know, i always look for you in any crowd. ; it's a brief mutter, barely audible to himself before his features scrunch in&.
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a nod, her company's cigarette lit before her own. she inhales, smoke dispersing in a manner that makes her release a sigh of contentment.
"i feel as though we've only communicated in passing. it's nice to see someone who seems to have their shit together."
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scarfiotti accepts the offered cigarette, placing it between his lips loosely. )
thank you — you don't happen to have a light, do you?
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"you'll never see yourself through my gaze and that's okay. as long as you attempt to believe me."
the gentle sway they maintain soothes her in a way she can't explain, digits absentmindedly giving the back of his head a gentle scratch.
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⠀⠀soft and pliant? i don't know if i'd ever use those two words for myself but i'm inclined to believe you.
( he allows a soft exhale to leave him, eyes closing as if the only thing he needed to know was where she was. )
always inclined. you set me right when i'm wrong.
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"nonsense. i'd be happy to. i'm sure you understand why i can be a bit jumpy around substances no matter the type."
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there's a pack of cigarettes in her desk, one placed between her lips before she offers one to him.
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"when you're being this soft and pliant i could listen to you talk about anything for hours, admittedly."
irene watches with enough adoration in her gaze that it borders on sickening, expression shifting a miniscule degree at the words that follow.
"everything is +
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( head rolling back to rest along the edge of her hand, a soft exhale out as if truly content. )
everyone's been so strange. i feel as if i've lost track of time somehow.
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