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‘ this is not hum͟a͟n͟. *̲ 💭 ’ invisible tendrils of her 𝔭syche brushed against an ominous presence. a faint tremor found it’s way to her breathe.
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‘ 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴⠀.͟.͟. ’ a measured step carried her past him, close enough for the faint fragrance of perfume to follow in her wake. a glance she took over her shoulder ⠀.͟.͟. ( 𝖈𝗼𝗻𝘁. )
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so a 𝖒𝔞𝔫 of his reputation could still spare a compliment. 𝓿elvet lips form a slight curvature ⎯⎯⎯ playfully approaching, gloved fingers brushing a speck of dust from his chest. ⠀.͟.͟. ( 𝖈𝗼𝗻𝘁. )
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‘ 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭.. ’ a brittle scoff, emerald gaze drifted towards a face she recognized all too well ⠀.͟.͟. ‘ it seems to me that you’re settling in quite nicely, 𝖌𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶. ’
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