A fateful 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑, wouldn't you say?
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My dear March.
( She pulled back just enough that her intense gaze met that of March's, her usual lack of emotion replaced with an intensity she reserved only for her. )
You are the most important thing to me. Of course I care that much.
. . . You are dangerous, did you know that?
( Her voice softened then, their bodies pressed together properly now whilst Evernight continued to speak. )
Your voice, those sounds, the way you say "please". . . Very dangerous, indeed. I'd crumble entire civilizations for you.
Bad? I wouldn't say its bad at all. In fact. . .
( She leaned in dangerously close now, brims dangerously close to March's ear. )
I want to see how far that beautiful red goes. You'd like that, too, wouldn't you?
But why?
( Evernight moved in closer, her other hand gliding along March's waist. That mischievous glint in her eye was heavily apparent. )
I enjoy seeing how red you get. The color looks adorable on you.
Hm. Sounds like you don't mind them being there anyway.
( A pleased hum, her digits stopping just shy of the choker around March's neck. )
Besides. . . if we're being truthful, I only discover most of these thoughts after the fact. Do you know what that means?
Dreams were Evernight's favorite place to sneak into; being essentially made of memoria had its perks to allow such, after all. And that eve, her intent was set on a specific genius, @DroidheadsFave, still peacefully slumbering within her chambers.
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( Her expression softens, March's sigh a pleasant sound that drifts into her ear. Gloved digits stroked over flesh and muscle, almost absentmindedly as she spoke. )
. . . I wonder how your friends would react if they heard these naughty thoughts bouncing around in your head.
". . ."
For a moment, her expression is unreadable; Evernight, the very enigma that she is, feels almost eager to see the end come to fruition herself. Perhaps the draw of being the nail that finally strikes the infallible confidence of the Emanator is too good to pass up.
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