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CLOSED thread with @pcstilnt
WISPS of an exhalation rose into the air, a handful of tranquility sets upon an exhausted countenance, liberating the frenzied life she seldom ignored. A feeble chuckle hence came, a rarity amidst her natural feral form, BRUTALITY sipping in to hide beneath a veil of tenderness — how moronic she could be, in the presence of someone she was certain would condemn her to a life of oblivion. ❝ It takes me way more courage to admit to this, then to admit to anything else. Do you really think I'm alright with being influenced by someone else? I detest knowing there is someone who can arouse such sentiments. ❞ She was still not ashamed nor remorseful — she had long accepted how easily her emotions could morph in the presence of another, how easily it was for her to feel, entirely. ❝ Delicate hearted? You AMUSE me, Dora. ❞ Genuine was the smile that crept onto the female's tiers, head tipping to the side whilst ocean orbs were locked with a tender pair, elbows resting onto knees. ❝ And I'm not sweet talking... I would rather use those skills to someone far more interesting. ❞ A white lie was hence bluntly spelled, shoulder softly bumping against shoulder; the touch leaving behind a sugary sensation.
Unexpected was, however, the following question. Thence the tension building in, tender tissue hardening. ❝ I don't know... Does it really matter, however? ❞ A MONOTONE, casual, self-trained; an impassive countenance, sealing behind any emotion. It did not seal, albeit, the nervous tick of thumb reaching his lips, teeth gnawing at the tip. ❝ It's not like you don't have a jester to play with. It only means your FAVOURITE toy will be missing for the time being. ❞
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