❛ CORRECT ME IF I’M WRONG but if you have a question, there really is no need to hold back. ❜ brow arched above a pointed stare, lips curling at just the edges to depict a hint of cordiality. BLUNT nature need not mean brash, brawns need not lack brains.
❛ I don’t have any SECRETS or a delicate sensibility. ❜ an offer rather than demand. ❛ but if you’d prefer to stew in silence— ❜
〈 * ⋮ @FRACTEMPYREAL 〉
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‘ everything about you screams danger. ’
AS IT SHOULD. beneath her unyielding gaze — all were PREY ; MICE, rooted && immobile, staring down the cavernous throat, as a tongue flicked over the serpent’s fangs. FUTILE was resistance, death inevitable.
SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST. the weak will always try, whether with politics or wealth or friendship, to amend their faults, fill in their flaws. but again, futile was resistance. the strong will live, the weak will die — the unavoidable && immutable LAW of the world.
so come, all who fear && despise, come in hoards or armies, for the hands that have stripped the sun from incalculable lives, for the feet that have crushed the heroes of sanity and pride, for the unrepentant lips && unforgiving eyes, come for her life.
or RUN. run far away, mute protesting pride && obey that instinctive voice, screaming — ‘ she is fear, she is danger, she is THE END. ’
“ keen observation. ” jovial mirth spread upon tilted lips, “ and quite the compliment. ” with hands laced, folded beneath a delicate chin, it appeared as if she was pleased. “ the same could be said of yourself. dangerous— ” pause, “ —but not frightening. I do not fear you, though that might be obvious. The real curiosity is, ”
“ do YOU fear me ? ”
[ GRAVE SUGGESTIONS // meme ]
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❛ WE DON’T MAKE GOOD SOLDIERS. ❜ fingers sprawled across his papers, forcing his attention to her. ❛ but if you want to live on your own terms, you need the strength to do so. until then— you obey. ❜
hand lifted to present a form, missing only his signature. ❛ pair up with me. I’ll handle the meetings, you the paperwork. No one can give you a better offer. ❜
〈 * ⋮ ❛ @BRAZCNS ❜ 〉
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paints a heart on her cheek. ♡
DEFT HANDS COULD NOT DISGUISE the gentle prickling of bristles across the smooth skin of her cheek. while steeled muscles hindered a visible flinch, a slight bite to her lip muted any breath of laughter that dared escape due to the almost ticklish sensation. had he inquired if she was of the SENSITIVE sort, she would have failed to provide an ( accurate ) answer, as ‘ tickling ’ had only ever been registered as a ‘ possible form of TORTURE ’ rather than a ‘ PLAYFUL maneuver ’ in her mind.
❛ is my appearance too monotonous for your tastes? needs more flair? ❜ head turning a few degrees to display his work from another angle,
❛ does it suit me? ❜
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CONSPICUOUS && IGNORANT. the first thoughts that flitted through her mind as she approached steadily. each step muted and invisible, as if she was floating across the snow surface. a habit developed through a lifetime of experience rather than a conscious effort to mask her presence. he was not prey, just a mere CURIOSITY, an outlier in these frozen wilds.
“ look Red, regardless of why you’re here, can you CONTROL your— ” hand waved, unsure of what word would be best understood, “ —bloodlust ? pheromones? aura? I can FEEL your thirst from 15 minutes away and while it is a lovely invitation, ” smile ghosting upon her lips, below a scrupulous gaze,
“ you’re making my prey skittish. so either shove it down or I’ll string you up as bait. ”
tactful && polite, never say she had no manners.
[ @DECEPTEUR ]
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