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he knew ๐๐ฑ๐๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ what he
intended to leave behind when
he was ๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ ... ๐๐๐๐๐๐. โฬฒ
โ โ โ โ โ โ โ โ ๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐๐ .
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@gIoriaregali ยซ however, if she does want to thank him to avoid the disappointment of her Saints, he's by himself in the kitchen, on a phone call with Rotty.
there's nothing at all festive about the black box that sits on @gIoriaregali's dresser, unmarked and simple, carrying a small pendant in the shape of an acrobat dangling from silks that was hers to begin with ( and that she might've noticed has gone missing just this ยป
@gIoriaregali ยซ he hadn't gone to the lengths of contacting her parents in Ravka for a picture, who, though miles away, must've put two and two together right then, but they could pretend, that the gifts didn't mean anything, that ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ hadn't started to feel something for each other ). ยป
@gIoriaregali ยซ what must be a jelly bat.
โ why not? โ he asks, turning his head to face her, โ most people in your position would jump at the opportunity to party as if the world was ending. โ which, in a way, it was, for her.
after a long moment of contemplation, he moves up to @gIoriaregali by the drinks table, dark eyes devoid of any reflections of the dim, strange party lights, which comes with draining souls, where the lines between his true and human form distort.
@gIoriaregali ยซ liquid might be of a thicker consistency and come in a bright red colour ) โโ he'd much prefer a good brandy, or a strong whiskey, served neat, but he can't bring himself to walk away from her, so he leans back against the table and sips at the filled glass, swallowing ยป
he decides to try again, he has to make sure, albeit he isn't sure ๐ฌ๐๐ฎ, for even a demon can admit that some truths are better left ๐๐๐๐๐.
walking closer, he sinks onto the armchair next to the sofa, tilting his head in her direction, โ i want you to look into my ยป
completely unaware of what chaos is going through the demon's mind right now, the young woman keeps walking, although not far, instead jumping on the closest sofa with a grace that few people could imitate (especially when it came to literally slouch on a couch) and lying โ
ยซ eyes โ the blackness of which starts to spread then, taking over the entirety of them, but, to her, they wouldn't look fully black, but serve as mirrors distorting reality and showing her what she desires most; if it really is him, she'd simply see that, him, his eyes ยป
not so much a waste if he'd wanted to traumatise the poor sob ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ the therapy with a well-planned theft โโ provided there was anything worth stealing, that is.
if he ๐ง๐๐๐ก๐ก๐ฎ wants to be his friend, the first step would be learning that Kaz doesn't do ยป
He wouldโve gotten kaz a coupon for 10 therapy sessions, but it wouldโve been a waste of money so he got him things kaz could actually use.
Jaylen smiled a little as he saw Kaz take the package, all giddy about the fact Kaz hadnโt thrown away his gift. Even if they didnโt +
@glaciesfatis the demon already left its trace โโ has he checked all the corners and under the carpets yet? what about his โ dog's โ bowl?
staring at Matthias for a really long time, before seating himself in an armchair, cane braced against the side, arms crossing over his chest. ยป
it's not the first time this has happened, that they've squeezed into the small space of his window, sat together in silence like this.
with anybody else, he'd still have felt the need to recoil, even with several layers of fabric preventing the sickening contact of ยป
she doesn't move. even when their limbs touch, the warmth of his calf seeping through the double layers of clothing to touch her thigh, she doesn't move. there's comfort, here โ on her favourite spot, with who might well be her favourite person (no matter how jesper and nina โ
ยซ hasn't earned, doesn't ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
silence between them has never felt uncomfortable โโ Kaz isn't much of a talker, unless when he has to be, cutting deals and handling his Barrel gang, and Inej knows that, never pushes him to be, but, still, he feels a pressing ยป