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The rhythmic strumming of her legs is briefly interrupted by his questioning tongue. “ That so? Then what are the odds I get lucky tonight? ” he said in half jest, his fingers trailing up and down her thigh.
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“ Silence and I mix like oil and water. Why bother thinking when you can just act; just do. ” he’d annotate, his whetted gaze yet to pry their attention loose from her neck.
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the woman smiled before chuckling a little bit before turning her face to him .
“ I like to think in silence ~ “
she said as she placed her hand underneath her chin and stuck her tounge out in a teasing way .
@sinoffIesh “ Well aren’t you clever? ” he’d toy, his tone honeyed, low, and full of dry sardonicism. Mercutio’s touch harshens a tad, if only to wring more hurt from her aching heart.
“ You’re lying, again. Does admitting the truth hurt you? ”
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He felt as though he could’ve drowned in her eyes with the sheer amount of focus he allotted it. The huntsman snakes into view, sat awfully close. At first, his legs span their natural width, and shortly thereafter ease into a fold.
“ Silence is a good look on you. ”
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@sinoffIesh His svelte fingers first crawl upward, then gently seize the witch’s chin. Slowly, he shifts her face back to his own.
“ No, no… no running away this time. ”
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The whine of cut air amid the firing had drove the heathen into a frenzy, of which he was gladly obliged to further stoke.
“ You missed, and I count five shots left. If this is your way of telling me to be patient, then so be it. I’ll behave. ”
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