❛ oh, you wound my ego -- do you not believe i could think of such things, myself ? ❜ plausibly spending sprinklingly excessive amount of leisure time on his phone rather than occupying his mind in his studies ( how else shall he get on the dean’s list, as promised to his father dear ? ) ; elijah is still ever so youthful, nevertheless shrewdness manifested through his habitual comportment -- he is dazzling and judicious, sapient. yet, at times of mindlessness such as now, he is merely an impish and mischievous cherub -- one who jests and japes regarding anything for the sake of being garnered with a snigger or two. now that he has obtained a laughter from yerim, his heart is satiated with benign and that of which is sufficient to proceed throughout the day. ❛ mm-- yeah, maybe i did. am i that obvious ? ❜ vociferous yet euphonious laughter echo through the study room -- walls hardly sturdy enough to capture the seraphic tone of his vox, sun scarcely sufficiently lustrous enough to shine upon his irradiant grin. elijah thence, leans himself against the desk she exerted herself upon ever so diligently, arms folded across his torso and mirth prominently palpable atop his winsome physiognomy. ❛ maybe i’m just trying to make you laugh -- you seem to work so hard, noona, you could use a break. coffee, perhaps ? cookies ? more of my awesome jokes ? ❜ ╱ @maginoire : cont.
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she sees. she sees quite clear. men of nefarious deliberateness and impish psyche, confiding the world belongs to them and them only. with a cretinous deportment which they display as they choose to pester hapless women, inha instantaneously recalls as of why her abhorrence is so humongous, that it may kindle a hole throughout her thorax. ❛ you're a woman of my heart. ❜ sprinklingly fiendish, a glimpse of pillory is proposed upon her winsome and ravishing lineaments --- those of which she unfortunately did not choose, however, is gratified by her father's selection. of a girl so saccharine, so reinvigorating, so bodacious that her countenance is almost celestial ; if only inha ( she abhors such a name alas, possesses no competence in changing for a body that was not her in the beginning ) knew who would devour her soul and use her body like a puppeteer, alike an denuded exoskeleton awaiting to be replenished with obsolete spirits of the damned, carved to smite the tabernacle she now sojourns in.
ought not forsake composure, she reminds herself. in these moments of capriciousness and rancor, her tongue reconnoiters across acute fangs -- prompted to solemnize. oh, she is famished -- it has been a while since she had feasted upon those of woe, those of obscurantism, and tonight seems like quite a felicitous night. still unaccustomed to her new human cadaver, the acrimony replenished princess then gestures a sylphlike palm towards the scenery, then at her torso. svelte are her locomotions, almost as statuesque as herself -- she avows, eloquently and coherently, of her sinister schemes. ❛ would you mind giving me the honor ? it's been a while since i was a physical being, you know… and i would absolutely love to feel their torn flesh against my fingers. ❜ manifested querulousness that she confides isis will ultimately pardon. the savor of tequila, fresh squeezed lime juice and orange liqueur pirouette across her tongue scrumptiously, before she prompts her lithe figure upwards from the sumptuous seat and shifts herself to the men they both set their eyes on.
watch her operate under the irrefutable allurement of liaison, touching and chortling ever so winsomely until they're coaxed upon her forefinger. naught other than forlorn moppets for her recreation. and not long passes before she proffers a beatific simper with prosperity to her companion. mission accomplished. ╱ @gwyynbleidd : cont.
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