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⠀ ❝𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧.❞ »»———-　★　———-«« ᅠ ᅠ ⠀ᅠ⠀ᅠ𝐋𝐢𝐭. | 𝐃𝐞𝐬. ⠀ᅠ⠀ᅠ𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. ⠀ᅠ⠀ᅠ𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝. ⠀ᅠ⠀ᅠ𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. ᅠ #SWRP ★ #MVRP

ᅠ Ah, safety was always an unpredictable and unreliable concept with entities as chaotic as humans. Though for today, she won't jam a knife into his back. Lingering in her "enemy's" arms. A fun paradox to explore. And a pleasant one. As much as she hates admitting it. ᅠ

ᅠ          "Distant, but existing. — Want to try it?" Her leather-clad palm reached out, offering. "It feels nice." ᅠ

ᅠ          He's earned himself the right to be bold. She's just snuggling deeper into the warmth he radiates, fingers interlocking behind his back, hinting comfort. Could absolutely fall asleep here and now; feeling safe. ᅠ

ᅠ          Curved her frame into a bow, delightfully receiving the other's gift. Lingered, relishing the moment before straightening her figure. "Bless." ᅠ

ᅠ          "I think you know the mechanics, Master. Everyone does." Shrugged, helmet tilting. Hesitant, yet inquisitive. "You sound unsure. Why?" ᅠ

ᅠ          "No, it hasn't. It worked too well. — I'm suicidally bold." A certain level of smugness surfaced. "Lose yourself too far into the Darkness, and you spin out of control. Loose doses of affection are a method of regulation." ᅠ

ᅠ          Her frame swayed, visage burying itself in the crook of his neck, deflating below a heavy sigh reverberating against the fabric guarding his shoulder. Appendages tightened around him, bestowing a squeeze. ᅠ

ᅠ          "I am taking it very seriously, Master! — And I think forehead kisses instill confidence! Which is urgently needed to remain stalwart in battle." It's difficult to keep a straight face, but she's managing. ᅠ

ᅠ          She's relishing the human contact. — Warm, welcoming, soothing. Her palms wandered along the length of his appendages, loosely encasing his upper torso. ᅠ

ᅠ          "But what if a forehead kiss would enhance my ability of being an Inquisitor?" Thick accent paired with her vocal distortion bestowed the situation with a surreal edge of comedy. ᅠ

ᅠ          Inched over, an inquisitive digit standing erect. "Just to be clear, Master. — That means I don't get a forehead kiss, right?" Playing with fire, as usual. ᅠ

ᅠ          Ironic, how she couldn't stand him one bit once. Though now, his presence elicited a different nuance. — The brush to paint a smile upon her lips. Tender fingers curled around his wrists, forehead lingering against velvet brims.        ᅠ

|| gonna start slow w banter & try to get some muse back,,,

ᅠ          "Perhaps that would've been for the better," her distorted voice cut in. Being stingy, though tolerating the contact. ᅠ