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He doesn’t flinch and he doesn’t falter. He keeps watching her, something soft and affectionate settled in the lines of his face. He is so familiar and yet so unlike himself, all at once. A version she has never met before, and a version that probably has never really β€”β€”
His words relaxed herβ€” if only a little bit. A flash of indignation shot through her soon after at his insistence that she was safe. She... *knew that. To a point. Surely he could understand her hesitation. Had lived in her head long enough to know. It didn't stop her +
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β€”β€” existed… or at least not for a long time. β€œWhatever you wish. It’s yours to explore.” He snorts at her, glancing up at the ceiling and offering a shake of his head in answer. β€œI doubt I’d be of use.β€œ Hardly a moment later, music begins to softly fill the room. Val’s β€”β€”-
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β€”β€” gaze shifts to a balcony level, spotting a Lily by a table just before she disappears again. He hums and shifts his hands to hold her in a dancing pose, eyebrow arched in
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β€œNo time limit. You can’t draw attention beyond these walls… or rather, these grounds.” He just grins at her, then fakes a confused look, as if to ask what the problem is. There’s a flash of wanting to do it again, but he refrains. β€œIt would be her choice. Not yours or β€”β€”
" Mmhm. Do I have a time limit for how long I'm allowed to be here? So I don't draw attention or anythiβ€” Val! " She cut herself off by digging her nailsβ€” sharp and yet neatly manicuredβ€” into his shirt. If she was going down, she was going to take him with her. Marinne +
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β€”β€” analysing every inch of the estate. β€œMarinne. You are safe here.” It’s said in an impatient drawl, even if well intended. β€œIf it will soothe you, you can dream of walking this place tonight. You will know it like your own home when you wake up.” He sets her down on the β€”β€”
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β€”β€” ballroom floor, still holding her. He is a tactile thing. He always watches her reactions more than he follows her gaze. β€œMy own. Though credit should be extended to some… perhaps talented… members of the coven.”
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β€œMmm, it seems so. I’m happy to answer them, but you don’t need to ask them all at once. We have plenty of time.” He grins at her, lowering one arm to just hold her with one. He waits a moment and then drops her just a little, only to immediately catch her again. β€œDrop you? β€”β€”
She hopes he keeps that tactic and skill for the rest of his life. As long as it keeps him alive, that's all she cares about. " Between the two of us, you must answer at least a thousand questions a day. " Mari had just enough wherewithal to bite back another. It was +
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β€”β€” perfectly maintained gardens. Somewhere in line with the foyer, but deeper into the house, he pushes through some double doors and into a large ballroom. Mosaic tiles flooring, grand windows with sweeping curtains, and a painted ceiling with gothic and slightly disturbing β€”β€”
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β€”β€” scenes. The chandelier is just as grand, decorated with what appears to be to be rubies along side the glass pendants.
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Most likely so. Unfortunately, he has an ego that needs to be fed and a flair for the dramatic. His pursuit of greatness is as much a performance as it is a study and discipline. He sees no use hiding all his incredible power. There is tactic in showing off enough to garner β€”β€”
Not her when his head was a perfrct size and quite adequate. . . Then for all of his big-fish dreams lately, keeping a low profile in the shadows is probably the best course of action he could follow. People tend to close off faster than they break their exterior, after all. +
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β€”β€” alone. β€œMy dear, you may see plenty yet. Infernal magic is innovative… the Lady Lilith is more the mad scientist than an infernal ruler… although she is impressively both and more.” He glances back and shakes his head. β€œNo. I just wanted to look busy when you β€”β€”
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β€”β€” arrived. The ballroom it is.” But she’d be foolish to imagine she’s walking there. One arm swiftly moves below her and scoops her up into his arms, the one around her torso much lighter in pressure than the other, so as not to push on her corset at all.
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𝘸𝘩π˜ͺ𝘀𝘩 𝘐 π˜₯𝘦𝘴π˜ͺ𝘳𝘦π˜₯ 𝘡𝘰 π˜₯𝘦𝘷π˜ͺ𝘯𝘦. . . DR. BOWMAKER β€” GENETICIST FOR THE GLASS FOUNDATION. independent portrayal of TIFFANY BOWMAKER. mv. nsfw. trigger warnings below.
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Isn’t bigger better? Who wouldn’t want more of his beautiful head? It wasn’t as if he was being actively hunted down. Astrid seemed to believe that something had softened the Realm-Killer, but Valerian found that hard to believe. He didn’t think a conversation would assuage β€”β€”
As much as she may teaseβ€” she is happy that he seems to be in a more comfortable place. If learning it would help him, he would have her support, though it would be quiet. They didn't need his head getting any bigger, did they? There was a reason FΓ‘elΓ‘n an Chogaidh had the +
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β€”β€” need psychic powers to wager a guess at what those things were. β€œI don’t believe it’s actually… elemental. I suppose it’s just how it feels to us, who feel those elements. Perhaps you should speak to Lily about it, though I’m not sure how much… self awareness she’s β€”β€”
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