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Pale eyes as the moon in the sky gazed upon the nightly skyline of Nocus Prime.
In his hand, a crystal wineglass with a deep crimson wine, from his personal collection.
Aereating the wine lightly, he took a slow long sip. Behind him, on a side table, a ordinary looking box rested. Ordinary, save for the branded crest of a diamond shape, with a swirl on the south point, going inward.
“She should have received the bird by now…” he mused, as he continued his thoughts as to the preparations he had to commit to.
#drabble#I’m prepping something and being a nuisance to my dearest Annie at the same time#I can already hear the beating of the chancla coming my way#Worth it
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