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[idknotgonnapost]

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[asktheheirofslytherin]

"Master, I've missed you so.. so much." The witch approaches, with open arms that wrap tightly around him. She plants her cheek against his chest and breathes in his scent, closing her eyes. Relishing his presence, caring not if he's reluctant to this kind of affection displayed among the others in the room. "You couldn't understand how much." She murmers, and shows no sign of letting go.

"Bella," Voldemort said, the softness of his voice catching him by surprise. He should keep her at arms length - it did not matter if the others in the inner circle knew of their closeness, or had even witnessed a slip of affection from him before. An embrace was too much - no, this was not even a mere embrace, she was clinging to him, refusing to ease her grasp on his body.

"Bella," he said again, his voice a bit stronger, a but harsher now. Yet he still made no move to pull her off of him. It had been so long since he had seen her, since he had heard from her - he had been beginning to think, to wonder... but no. She was here now. Alive and well. And being altogether too familiar.

"Bella," he says for a third time, his voice now a warning. He swallowed the urge to thread his fingers through her hair and instead pulls her away, frowning. "Later," he hissed, his whisper barely crossing the inches between them. He reaches out then and runs his thumb across her jaw, his eyes meeting hers for a moment. Perhaps he would cut the meeting short. Not now - but soon. Very soon.

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[blackheartedbrigand]

He didn’t know how long he had been in her hut. Or even how he’d gotten there in the first place.  Those were just a few of the many questions that Barbossa had for her that were yet to be asked. 

Jack the monkey gave a little squeak as he jumped onto the man’s left shoulder and then nearly purred like a cat when his master reached up to stroke his fur.  

Hector considered his words carefully as he studied the contents of a few dusty glass jars on a shelf.  Finally, he turned toward her, eyes narrowed.  “t’wasn’t out o’ the goodness of yer heart. We were ne’er tha’ close.  Not like ye were wit’ him.  So tell me...wha’ do you expect in return?”

[notacyclonefan]

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[text: Natasha] I'm leaving now. Are you hurt?[text: Natasha] I'll find you, okay? I promise I'll get there.