doused flame. / * WEIRD GUY .
❛ my deepest apologies– what shall I call you then ? ❜
it would be a first step ACHIEVED if that question were to be answered truthfully. there wouldn’t be any fight or attack necessary if one doesn’t tempt him, or at least engage first move; no one’s going to lose a HEART BEAT, at least he’s thought no one would. everything could change in a blink of an eye. You see, one ( at least one who would have been smarter than she was ) would say don’t trust him because a stranger coming at your door while you’re home alone was never a good sign. But he wouldn’t do anything.. not if he doesn’t feel like the need to. as long as she cooperates, things should work out fine. it all depends on how they bond, one could say.
;what kind of FATHER would leave his young beautiful daughter alone in a place that could be dangerous ? perhaps no grimms were spotted around the area, but CRIMINALS and ASSASSINScould be anywhere. –– hah ! unaware, they were. and only pessimistic thoughts ran through his malicious mind of his. his smile fades a tad bit, a finger in front of his lips as a frown came to place ; why would he be frowning one would ask ? only because it showed his KINDNESS side, in which people doubted him of having but what better of a killer than a man behind masks of personality ?wonderful, wasn’t it ?
❛ you see, with the darkness and the bits of sunlight of the moon, I bound to step foot into the forest before sunrise. –––––– I would be delighted to stay a little bit of hours, I’m a trustworthy man, I assure you. May I come inside ? ❜
❛ yang --- yang xiao long, i guess. and what am i suppose to call you? ❜
NAME DOESN’T BURN WITH FAMILIAR COLORS IN THE WOODS . it drops without PRIDE OR HONOR behind fixated lilacs ( still ‘tired than usual’ ). buried in exhaustion lies a soul still on the alert with no use for fighting as before. how much has been robbed from a forsaken soul ?? he remains a mystery towards uncertainty, already brushing a bad nerve underneath --- hard to tell what lurks behind that mask of his. trying to pry into other people’s business draws two things: a bout or discomfort. the latter would have worked towards the BROKEN DRAGON’S FAVOR instead of a battle she cannot hope to win. pursued lips swollen up with a tight breath clenched between lungs, insecure to say the least about being left alone. a first for her to experience it in a while yet grows ... ‘used to it’. just for the moment, there’d be a SHIVER DISMOUNTING A BRILLIANT FRAME . the further they spoke, the longer they stood outside --- where a cold breeze meets her chest.
better yet ... malicious frown made her shiver. meeting THAT KIND always been an unfortunate coincidence; how does someone as herself meet the strange ones? they always lurk about golden locks, eager to have a ‘taste of her lips’ though met with a GOLDEN FIST . for once, being left alone already met danger before this man who claims the obvious ( that’s what any ‘assassin or scumbag’ would tell me ). lilacs narrow to barely have eyelashes caressing underneath, pondering before a DECISION TO CHANGE DESTINY . few hours may bring forth a father who protects his sunshine dragon; there’d be nothing to worry about. he always rises from ashes without haste to safeguard someone important ------ sigh escaped to surrender to an invitation. with a single arm, she waved towards the strange man for receiving permission. her back turned to enter the small home, already setting eyes towards the couch. come home soon, dad , she pleads.
❛ … i guess it’s alright for you to COME INSIDE IF IT’S FOR A BIT . can’t say you ‘look’ like you’re the trustworthy kind of guy --- no offense. i don’t know ... things aren’t really going well as of now. sorry if my mood brings you down . ❜
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