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[ * Her thumbs press against his temple, soft circular motions follow while her nails remain in their biting position. She holds this Astartes firm. ]
You leak like a faucet. Drip, drip. With the rituals you conduct, you invite sensations I would rather not engage with.
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——her features. It was an intense glare—as if he were drilling a hole directly through her skull. ]
Shall she mind her words? Likelihood of that occurring is minimal. In fact, she simply stares through him. Opalescent wraithsbone peering eerily.
“ Usually, I am sure. Yet I lack the urge to tell you. ”
You are so certain of your success. How sweet.
A wasteful, hasty choice. Would you not suffer the thirst to relish the taste? Tut. Weak of mind, are you?
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What a specific action! An attempt at a threat it seemed. Her head tilts at the weight of his hand, a crushing thing. She seemed unfazed as if pulsing pain was a regular occurrence.
“ It is not of your concern. ”

















