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@tiredstudents​ liked for a starter

The singer was packing away her things for the day,  carefully placing boxes and securing her microphone stand to her floating stage when she heard someone nearby.  It wasn’t uncalled of for people  [ especially children ]  to stay behind after one of her shows to talk to her or ask questions about her music or how exactly her stage worked.  Taking a breath,  Seraphine turned around,  a smile painted on her face as she addressed whoever was behind her.

❝   Hiya,  is there something you wanted?  If it’s about my stage I can refer you to my father,  he’s the one who made it for me.   ❞

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@despairfiles​ liked for a starter

Something about that man’s presence irritated the Berserker,  though he couldn’t figure out what it was.  It wasn’t as petty as the way he looked or how he acted;  no it was something much deeper than that.  It was like the very core of his being was rejecting the Archer’s existence.  He wanted to understand him destroy him.

Dark crimson hues watched him for a while,  like a hunter stalking its prey he observed every movement,  no matter how small or insignificant.  Finally though Cú stood up to approach,  the intensity in his gaze never once faltering as he came closer.

❝   You...  Why does looking at you piss me off so much?  How the hell do I get more irritated looking at you than I am when Medb is fawning over me?   ❞