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โฎใ…คOh my.ใ…คโฏ Her fingers closed on nothing. The ear had slipped from her reach before she could grasp it. Lycoris's hand lingered in the empty air for half a breath before she brought it to her lips, pressing gloved fingertips against them.
The rumor about bunnies being nonvocal was proven wrong with Kroos' chitters. She enjoyed it, so much was clear! What she didn't like was this: As soon as Lycoris' finger trailed along, her ear dropped out of her reach. To some extent Kroos even reacted faster! ...
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โฎใ…คMy sincerest apologies, my dear. It would seem I have committed a faux pas.ใ…คโฏ A small incline of the head โ€” not performed; the kind one offered when the mistake was genuine. โฎใ…คWould you find it in yourself to forgive me?ใ…คโฏ Reserved for a partner.
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Learn, she said. Lectures. Lessons. But Lycoris had not offered her a lecture, nor a lesson. She had offered her an answer, plain as the crimson threads that still tingled at her fingertips. Step by step, she had shown her everything.
Not for a second did Arturiaโ€™s obsidian gaze drift away from Lycorisโ€™s Arts โ€” beautiful threads of crimson, portraying what the Sankta herself had dreamed of: standing beside the Vampire as equals. โ†ฏ
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What partnership was, what it asked of those who sought it... and what it was called when those duties went unmet. She had not spoken in riddles. She had not buried the truth beneath metaphor or honeyed words.
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A partner, she said. A partner. The word sat in the hollow where the warmth had been, and it did not fit. Not here. Not spoken by the one who had, moments ago, buttoned her shut and called it care.
The warmth beneath Arturia's palm had changed. Not fled โ€” only quieter, somehow. A chord fading beneath the hand that pressed it still. โ†ฏ
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๐“ผฬฒ๐–ฬฒ๐–†ฬฒ๐–ˆฬฒ๐–ฬฒ๐–Žฬฒ๏น” I'm alive, I promise; just a busy week burned out my drive a lil bit... I'll be back soon soon, once I recharge my batteries a tiny bit ๐Ÿฅบ
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What a surprise โ€” for someone as scholarly as you to crave being taught. Had I not known any better, I would have assumed you had ulterior motives.
โใ…คใ…คWhen the time comes, do teach me to kiss as you do. Consider it, for lack of a better word, homework.ใ…คโž @_flosFloret
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The hand on her cheek was warm. Warmer than expected, and rough at the fingertips where callouses had been worn into the skin by years at the strings. A cellist's hand, through and through.
โใ…คTo that I need my Cello, my Arts Unit... althoughโ€”ใ…คโž Arturia eased her shoulders, letting them settle. The Sankta's lashes fluttered shut, and Arturia exhaled deeply โ€” did all Vampires have such a soothing heartbeat? โ†ฏ
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But just as Arturia had spent her life perfecting her craft, so had Lycoris. And her craft was denied with each button the Sankta fastened shut. The hunt was over. She could feel it leaving. The thrill. The predator's edge.
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The chittering was new. Lycoris's brow rose, just a fraction, for no longer than a breath, before it settled back into place. She had petted many things in her years.
"I'm delighted to know that my pranks didn't put my skills as Marksman in bad light for you, Miss!" Since Kroos was used to operators giving her headpats, she didn't flinch when Lycoris' hand rest atop of her head to scritch her. ...
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Cats that arched into her palm. Hounds that pressed their weight against her shin. A daughter who used to fall asleep with her fingers still tangled in her mother's hair. But none of them had ever reacted quite like this. How disarming.
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Arturia's gloved hand was warm against her bare shoulder. Warm in a way the Sankta's composure could not quite hide. Like a moth to a flame โ€” no. In this case, the moth had walked willingly into the spider's web.
To come to understand herself better could be, at times, overwhelming โ€” and Arturia had, it seemed, forgotten that. Whatever this was, it lay beyond companionship, beyond artistic exchange, beyond the warmth of an embrace. There was that โ€” that dazzling swell. โ†ฏ
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And what a precious moth she was โ€” one that called her "the conductor of the percussion of my heart" with the startled honesty of someone hearing their confession for the first time. โฎใ…คDear Arturia, you are truly charming.ใ…คโฏ She cooed, one hand rising to the Sankta's cheek.
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And so the Vampire straightened โ€” yet instead of a reprieve from her relentless teasing, it brought the Sankta another headache altogether. After all โ€” the crack in her shirt seemed only to grow.
โใ…คYou seem to know much about cracks.ใ…คโž Lycoris was a Vampire; even if Arturia could not feel it, the redhead must have been reading the blood that flowed through her veins, divining it by means the Sankta did not share. โ†ฏ
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Another might have thought this display embarrassing โ€” voyeuristic, even. Lycoris found it neither. She was entirely aware they were alone in this distant corridor, and her web told no lies: no one was near.
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Oh? Then, perhaps we ought to verify this hypothesis of yours, my dear.
โใ…คI did not, yes.ใ…คโž Arturia took a step forward, placing her palm upon Lycoris's shoulder. โใ…คIf I had performed for you... Then I would have felt what you did in full.ใ…คโž What belongs to Arturia is merely infatuation. โ†ฏ
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That is quite curious. If my memory does not fail me โ€” and I assure you, it does not โ€” you specifically declared that you did not use your Arts. So, I do wonder; where did those emotions come from?
โใ…คI... I'm not opposed to it.ใ…คโž A deep breath, one that allowed her to recover her usual poise. โใ…คIn a way, you made it easier for me to bear โ€” you are intense; I felt your emotions as if they were my own.ใ…คโž
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Is that so? Perhaps we ought not to repeat it, then.
โใ…คYou had me cornered...ใ…คโž There it is, what Lycoris likely wanted to see. โใ…คThat was nerve-wracking despite its beauty.ใ…คโž
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My, my โ€” dear Arturia, considering our recent... conversations, I would say we have already come to know each other quite well. Even now I can vividly remember your fervent gaze...
โใ…คLet us say I am open to certain things with you. Coming to know you better, for instance.ใ…คโž
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My dear, I could tell. Or, perhaps, you are simply fond of me? Personally, I would like to think it is the latter.
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โใ…คNow you know, and I believe you should also know that I am rather fond of women such as you, Lycoris.ใ…คโž
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The Vampire let out a pleased hum, her finger tracing a long, slow line across the Sankta's chin, down her jaw, halting at the crook of her neck. The skin there was warm โ€” feverish, almost โ€” and beneath it Arturia's pulse was doing something interesting.
This was deliberate โ€” nothing she could excuse away like a towel slip. Lycoris meant her to see. โใ…คYou are so intense.ใ…คโž Arturia slurred, cornered, with nothing to glimpse at but the elaborate lace and the swell of the Vampire's chest. โใ…คIโ€”ใ…คโž โ†ฏ
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โฎใ…คIndeed, so very chaste, my dear.ใ…คโฏ She sighed โ€” the sound appreciative, almost fond. Paused. Watched the flush travel Arturia's throat and disappear beneath the ascot. โฎใ…คNow, now โ€” your arguments would be much more believable had your gaze not wandered back there.ใ…คโฏ
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An amused smile curled up the corners of the Vampire's lips. โฎใ…คCertainly, you could. What a disaster it would be!ใ…คโฏ She exclaimed, her voice full with mock despair. Still, she stepped closer, her voice dropping to a hushed whisper. โฎใ…คBut you will not.ใ…คโฏ
The wondrous swell before her seemed to smother the very air โ€” her heart pounded so violently it threatened to force its way past her lips. Arturia's obsidian gaze widened, her breath catching. โใ…คI could report you to HR for sexual harassment.ใ…คโž โ†ฏ
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Her fingers spread the white silk of her shirt, revealing more skin, pale as though the sun had forgotten her. The vulgarity of the gesture was far from her usual grace.
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My, finally you speak with reason, my dear Doctor! Perhaps you will mend your relationship with the princess we rescued from the north next? Oh dear, how rude of me; it appears I have gotten sidetracked. Tea it is, my dear Doctor.
Now now, how can anyone think you ominous when youโ€™re alwaysโ€ฆ such a ray of sunshine? Now then, I would adore some tea, my friend. ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ
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โฎใ…คMy dear, let me tell you a secret.ใ…คโฏ The Vampire took a step closer โ€” her chest swaying to the rhythm of her heel's clack. โฎใ…คHumans are creatures of desire. But, be it as it may, some say they lack those needs. The physicality.ใ…คโฏ
Her heart hammered as the Vampire's fingers reached the buttons โ€” she almost stepped forward to stop her, yet the motion never came. To halt Lycoris would have been one answer. To speak was another. โใ…คI...ใ…คโž Her lashes fluttered, obsidian averting crimson. โ†ฏ
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Another step. Another button pops. โฎใ…คIn many cases, they simply do not understand their own feelings. They are foreign to them.ใ…คโฏ Two now, a black lace peeking through the crack in the snow-white shirt. โฎใ…คBut you cannot escape your nature. It is always there.ใ…คโฏ
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โฎใ…คOh? Is it a touch of uncertainty I feel?ใ…คโฏ Pop. And a single button came undone. โฎใ…คDo go ahead โ€” sate this curiosity of yours. Lest your gaze burn a hole through me.ใ…คโฏ
โใ…คI am, admittedly, curious.ใ…คโž Her gloved hand rose to her ascot, then trailed lower, indicating her own figure. โใ…คOurs are hardly the same silhouette โ€” compared to me, you are nothing short of well-endowed.ใ…คโž
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