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Maxence
I am not so easy to kill
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Her rage was a brontide, so why did he feel as though he wished to charge into the eye of the storm? Each word was laced with something that to him was hotter than fire and more poisonous than a snake's venom, so why did he continue to walk at her side? In truth her reaction had confused - and, to an extent - cut him. Why did she intend on making a few scratchees into an attrocity or a thump to her legs a war crime? Should he tie his noose right this instant? "Avdotya," He bellowed for the last time, her insolence soon grating at his last whit and nerve. "Stop!" it came as a roar; the lion's demand, and as he halted in the grass hoping she would obey his order, he soon found his eyes lingering from her wounds. They would not near her face and he dare not look to her eyes even as she hooted some kind of insult. Instead they lingered on her scarred muscles, for the first time wondering hat on earth had caused such damage - or rather, what had dared. Perhaps he did not just gaze with wonder but also with want, though it was not a thought he could allow himself to entertain. tags; @avdotya ooo ps. any ideas on how to close the css tags let me know |
by blair of shine, translated to html by meverrnind
