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❝I got lost in the sounds.❞

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”You always—do.” Was remarked softly as the raven haired male laid down next to the cellist, with elbow propped against the pillow and hand supporting his head did he lay on his side, facing the male; while Timmy in question was lying flat on his back, hands covering his face, hiding the painful expression upon his heated visage. It were moments like these that Misfortune literally pulled out every trick, every little thing he read & observed from the countless of years he roamed this Earth-to appear as loving and gentle as possible. Granted he enjoyed seeing his Giant in such a mess but he enjoyed it even more to be viewed as the savior, hence his following actions.

He moved his free hand to gently pull one of the male, pulling it away from his face while he immediately after pushed the other away as well-leaning forward did he sway his leg over Timmy’s waist, moving so he was almost lying on top of him.

“Look—at—me. Listen to—my voice.” A soft huff as he propositioned his body, gently sitting on the male’s stomach while hands were brought forth to cup heated cheeks. Those ever shining green irises of the cellist stared up at him with a mixture of confusion and fear-wondering what Dante either wanted or would do. Thumbs stroked flesh, Misfortune’s upper-body leaning down; a rare gentle expression spread over his features, lips curving up into a hesitant smile.

”Always—remember my voice—amidst the sounds—it’ll help you. The sounds leave—I never will. I’ll be always—near okay?” And he would shift a bit, now fully lying down on the male, head buried in the crook of Timmy’s neck, ears reveling in the sound of a rapid heartbeat-he could feel how the male stiffened under his body but nothing else happened; Dante merely mumbled words of comfort, again and again till he was sure that sleep had caught the cellist. Misfortune closed his eyes but as always sleep never came. Sleep would never come but that only gave him more time to simply watch his lover Giant.

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❝I once stood at the edge of a cliff and thought about jumping.❞

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She did not look up from the tea-cup she firmly held in her hands, warm liquid swirling slightly while the strong scent of what she assumed was tea filled her nostrils; she would not drink from it, never would she dare to consume anything that humans ate but for the sake of upholding the guise of something she wasn't, she kept it near her lips; a soft rather light scoff passed parted lips; gaze finally rising to meet the tailor, a rather indescribable look adorning her features. With a light click did she place the cup upon the saucer and saucer back on the table, hands finding the comfort of her lap were fingers idly played with ruffles.

The woman did not respond immediately, waiting for the right moment to give the male an answer worthy of both their time. Pursing glossed lips, she moved her head towards the side, raven locks following, resting, rather tickling bare collarbone.

"Then why--didn't you jump. Were you--too scared?" Gaze now resting upon a painting that adorned the wall; straightening the folds of the dress' ruffles Misfortune slowly looked back at him, eyebrow quirking. "Many went--before you, surely--you should have--followed." Smile dared to crack through serious expression; eyes narrowing but a bit.

"Maybe next time--we can jump--together." Lowering her body a tad, fingers clasped the cup once more, bringing it to tainted lips; she feigned to have taken a sip as her smile never left. Perhaps one day the both of them could seek out their death; how exciting would that be?

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"How did you get in here?"

Send me one to see how my muse reacts!

She did not respond immediately, instead she opted to trail her fingers on the wooden frame of the window sill, the curtains closed, just like the way he left them before he went to his shop. Supple lips parted so a pink tongue could dart out to lick the painted surface, ever so slowly, gaze purposely fixated on the dressmaker. Perhaps the game she'd been playing all this time had come to an end, perhaps it was time to show her true colors, the temptation was so very strong. The itch in her fingers, the flicker in her eyes and the almost predatory grin that danced along previously relaxed tiers was all a sign that the she-devil was about to drop the charade, however, would it not be too soon?

She inhaled, pushing herself away from the window, heels digging into the carpet-such a nice dining room he had, it was almost a waste if she would bring this mansion to the ground. A wave of her hand, gaze moving away from the man and she spoke. "--I used the door--like everybody--else." And that was no lie, she simply went through it, how else would she invade his home? Surely one would call her a burglar or perhaps a wicked woman but she was none of those, she was a creature that had yet to decide what she would do with this lovely specimen of a man-continue on with being acquainted with him or simply disappear like the shadows that moved according to her will?

"It was open--I assumed you--were inside. I was wrong--my bad." Head was lowered a tad as if she were really sorry ah such an actress she was-the small smile that dared to curve the corner of lips was the only indication that she was not, such a good thing that he could not see it, yes? That her luscious locks fell across her face to hide such ill-intended gestures. "I hope you can forgive--me...Sir Taylor~." Oh this was fun indeed. "I am sure--you can. Such a --man like--yourself--..."

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