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“I was raised to be charming, not sincere.”

                                   Into The Woods || @aiglex

    A PHANTOM smile danced on his lips. Vanity was what he perceived---not charm. 

       ' You are neither. '

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“Everyone tells tiny lies.”

                       Into The Woods || @tweetiebxrdy

EVERYONE did. There wasn't a quiver of doubt within his eyes. Lies shaped everything they breathed. Every single soul was guilty of some fabricated lie. Every strand that was woven into a veil, swathed their actions from unwanted eyes. Every rope to cull them from the brewing storm was braided from lies. The world was riddled with them.

    His and theirs. 

 ' I know. I will lie to you too. '

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◤▆ ilufficiale

Pale eyes watched him beneath his hood, while his hand fell behind him. There was a rip of fabric before it was shoved it into Teodor’s hands. ‘ Press it, officer. ‘

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   ‘ Do you mind ? ‘ Lupo looked exhausted beyond words. The assignment had proved extensive, vigorous and grueling. Another assignment awaited him and he knew if he even considered sleep, his knees would betray him in the middle of it.  

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◤▆ unsxdique

RIGID WITH DISGUST, the wolf took one full step away from the atrocity of a man. ‘ No. ‘ Came the response, clipped and reserved. Lupo was a terse man--never sparing more than what was needed to say. 

     ‘ I don’t. ‘

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◤▆ hiddenezio.

NO AMOUNT OF PUSSYFOOTING and keen sight could stand in defense. This man before him was a force to be reckoned with. Notorious. He struck fear in their allies and uproar among the Borgia family.

Il Lupo’s lips curled in a snarl and his eyes flickered across every possible exit. Cornered like a wounded dog---his shoulders were taunt and his body curled forward as if he were ready to pounce. Culling his rapier, he poised it to fight even if his feet were ready to bolt from this place--and he would, as soon as opportunity presented itself.

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◤▆ cavazzas.

SMEARING the dark residue across his thumb, Lupo sunk into the shrouds of afternoon civilians. It wasn’t long before he leered above their signaled spot and dropped down with a dainty feet.

  ‘ Peculiar place---you called ? ‘