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〔 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 〕
❝ Hatred is hardly a sin.
It is proof that something was worth burning for. ❞
⟡ 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. ⟡ ㅤ
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𝕿he peculiar spectator eventually caught Jeanne’s attention 。 She turned her head, regarding Dubs with an increasingly irritated stare 。 Those ridiculous blinks weren’t helping matters 。
❛ And what are you looking at? ❜
𝕿he thought of Natsumi being dragged helplessly across a battlefield earned an amused scoff 。 Jeanne regarded the whip with a newfound appreciation for the trouble its wielder could get into 。
( . . . )
𝕳er metal claws ceased their rhythmic tapping 。 Music from an entirely different world? Now that was an intriguing prospect 。 She wondered what strange melodies Natsumi had carried across those distant boundaries 。
𝕵eanne held her stretch a moment longer, arms raised overhead before relaxing with a satisfied sigh 。 The subtle movement of Vulineira’s tail caught her attention 。
❛ Something caught your eye? Enjoying the view? ❜
𝕿he protests only fueled Jeanne’s fury 。 Still straddling Scarlett, she seized both wrists and pinned them above her head 。 Her expression twisted with genuine anger, metal claws maintaining a punishing grip 。
𝕿he crack of the whip made Jeanne’s attention snap toward the table 。 She tracked the pouch through the air and into Natsumi’s waiting hand 。 An impressive little trick … especially from someone so easily flustered 。
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𝕿he mention of music brought a different look to her face 。 She pictured two whips cracking in measured succession, sharp as drumbeats 。 What a ridiculous way to turn combat training into a performance 。
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Say something , and she’s launching her hips at your skull
—— #SeductiveSunday ㅤ
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𝕿he sight of the whip caught Jeanne’s attention 。 She released Natsumi’s wrist, allowing her gaze to travel along the coiled weapon 。 An unconventional choice … but one capable of inflicting exquisite pain in skilled hands 。
𝕿he answer earned Scarlett no warning 。 Jeanne lunged at her, arms sweeping toward the redhead’s waist as she drove forward with enough force to send them both crashing down 。
❛ YOU LEFT ME WITH THE FUCKING BILL! ❜
𝕿he reassurance did little to soften Jeanne’s expression 。 Her fingertips lingered against the chimera’s armored neck, but her attention remained firmly on Fran 。 A forgotten teacup was no invitation to harvest her body 。
( . . . )
❛ Borrowed? You can’t return what you’ve already put inside him, Doctor 。 The creature stays … but don’t ever take another sample from me without asking 。 ❜











