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i want varka. i want that huge fellow in the knights of favonius. those sweats dripping from his blonde hair. those muscles. and those tree-trunk arms that could crush me like a twig, need him towering over me, broader than a brick wall, veins popping, chest bursting out
how ominous .
still , she doesn't let go of his hand .
not because she want to hold it (although she's not opposed to it ) , but to keep herself steady . if she were to let go she would most likely end up falling face first into the snow .
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" we have . in a way . "
he smiles . his grip on her hand loosens , making it her choice of if she'd like to keep holding or not .
" hmm . are you sure ? if you need a moment to rest , i'd be happy to give it to you . i can understand how harrowing an event can be . "
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" i … we can go now , if you would like . "
one step , and her legs immediately give out . it seems the shock of what just happened hasn't fully subsided yet .
" ah , so we have met before .
i apologize . my mind is … "
her gaze settles to her hand in his ,
observing his gesture . it feels oddly intimate for strangers , or acquaintances .
but she doesn't pull away .
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" i know who you are . "
he smiles , thumb tracing over her hand as it's grabbed .
" please , mister isn't necessary . you can just call me kolya . "
a light bow , still having a gentle hold of her hand .
" so . "
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