#2pistols.

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clicking his tongue audibly whilst he shakes his head superciliously⸺fractious spat dismissing his presence, almost petulant &. fatuous in its exasperation. the situation has escalated beyond than what they have agreed beforehand⸺with three people were starting to follow her from beyond, marks trailing her steps taken from above, until @2pistols disappears on the corner &. silence embed in confusion. &. there she was again, saunters effortlessly whilst the marksmen heard the cues. however he swings his arm around her spotantenously once he sees her &. a small deride dared to be spoken from her lips; ungrateful &. dismissive.

people start to flocks upon the missed opportunity &. marksmen dissolve forthwith⸺a circumstance she choose to ignore if it weren't for him feigning their affectionate rendezvous . . . he fathoms boundaries should be imposed 'tween, with resentment festers because his nescience bred from impartiality. he didn't notice before, but now a snark becomes dagger to notice her precipitous change, ❝  yes, sure. you've got blood stains on your collar, ❞ purposefully flich tissue from the nearest table &. impassively dabs the murk from her collarbone; noticing the slightest flinch, almost disgust or is it .. avoidance to meet him in the eyes, ❝  they will notice if i didn't do this. .. must you done that? ❞

LARA CROFT SAYS, I WAS HANDLING IT FINE UNTIL YOU GOT INVOLVED, FROM EXCUSES PROMPTS. ; accepting.

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lids are fluttering rapidly as his lips are slightly agape from unexpected spout from @2pistols ——painstakingly ruminating upon the unprecedented reaction from a mere disagreement regarding his concern upon her, which he considers as an amiable apprehension; considering her marred skin he's holding gently within his palm . . . it takes a moment for johann to fathom that such gentleness is a multifarious inclination; with tips are confoundedly hovering upon her trembling hands &. his eyes are abashedly avert into somewhere else but her——she had dumbfounded him, with inconceivable confrontation to dwell himself to his gesticulations around her; continuous flirtations, prodding &. probing; a small nickname for her . . . on the corners of his eyes, he could see her frazzled physique, battered by her own ambition to chase something he can't imagine for it is not shared; however, she tries, to share what it is, &. johann's still uncertain, for he never realised until now——such inclination holds sentimentality. therefore, johann takes her hand once more, with his thumb's caressing her wrist; feeling what it means, with solemn understanding eventually cascade to his lips, as he whispers softly, ❝  i would never call you emotional, &. i should have take things personally——your mind's beautiful thing, did i ever tell you that? ❞

LARA CROFT SAYS, tell me that i'm too emotional, and that i have an overactive imagination, and that i shouldn't take things so personally. FROM THE PENGUIN, EPISODE ONE., accepting

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DEFLECTING FROM @2pistols' TOUCH WHILST AVOIDING HER WORRIES INFLICTING TO HIS PSYCHE⸺the genuine concern is palpable within her voice; professing her unexpected sentimentality to him despite been trying to feign it . . . WITHIN A QUIET QUIETUDE, the tension bubbles as he deflects away even more, a touch feels like a burn to marring the embarrassment furthermore; THE INABILITY TO PROTECT HIMSELF, an amateur with an ego, bruised knuckles &. bloodied cheek .. he fathoms his mien telltale his defeat, but a confrontation to someone who is more superior than him on that certain inability ACHES HIM EVEN MORE thus he quietly walks away from her, fetching the ice-pack from the refrigerator &. impulsively putting it on his face, regardless of the fact the tingles elevate his pain, ❝  ... none of your business, i'm fine. ❞

LARA CROFT SAID, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE? FROM BLOOD IS THICKER THAN ... ; ACCEPTING.

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MIRTH STUPENDOUSLY PALPABLE⸺with saccharine simper accompanies bubbling excitement; cheerfully nodding his head as he walks besides @2pistols through the sunny periphery of weinberg he proudly cultivates for the last couple of years . . . THE LAND HE ONCE WORKED AS A YOUNGLING, NOW HIS; the living proof of his opulence, purposefully bought the land from the previous owner because it seemed to be asinine that his grandparents had worked for their lives to attend the land but never owned it .. A CHARITY WORK, GOD'S HONEST WORK, as his oma used to say as the wine will be shipped to the local church than be sold to the market . . . much to his chagrin, through summer heat he stole a bottle for amusement, which made him to be ostracized from the land until he bought it for his own amusement. the land stands still, with the breeze shyly blows her tresses; the old house rests still amongst lush, &. within the house, the geriatric grandparents reside . . . he won't show her to them, lest avoiding marital questions upon seeing her, that of course, if either of them still could talk after recent half-paralysis befall on his oma &. immobility on his opa⸺TUCKS AWAY FROM PEOPLE, BUT ON THE LAND THEY CULTIVATED; the irony he bestows upon them, but hey, it is his silent retribution for hardships he had gotten from them, ❝  i'm not really an expert vintner, but i worked here when i was a boy⸺well, before i ended up in a garage, fixing some machines. they used to make sacramental wines, before i took over &. ship it to local markets . . . it's futile, you know, making those sacramental wines when people aren't coming to church anymore. ❞

LARA CROFT SENT : WOULD YOU MIND SHOWING ME AROUND FROM MORBID CURIOUSITY ; ACCEPTING.

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fingers are curled within the woman's tresses, with a tender smile glistening beneath swept brine upon @2pistols skin⸺foreign devotion spoken steadfastly, as lips chasing the beats thrumming upon his wrist; tender, an almost open wound of misconstrue tracing down to heart, whilst the truth inevitably came as a required confrontation for shaky tides between them . . . avoidance, aforementioned anger, acuity⸺no matter she tries to hide it from him, it became even more apparent that she was punishing both of them, for ever meet in the first place .. with barred teeth kept them at bay whilst the wound was already open; a fault, for his indifference before her encounter, a blame, for his persistency to pursue . . . he did say many stars before, he doesn't deserve such act, but her act was a subsist, to keep her sane .. to keep her grounded, but an almost imposed embrace become a compulsory touch⸺as she comes down to the ground, with head held high, &. a soft murmur to remember . . . neither would ever forget, even if they dare to, because either have come to their senses, with intertwined fingers between each other, &. a lock of their palms, of a relief sigh, &. a small chuckle to prod, ❝  i didn't think you were such a sentimentalist, ❞ a tug, with his limbs slink beneath her &. a heavy sigh is emitting, with her feet are slightly dangling from the height; to cherish, even if it sounds silly, for their fight seems to dissipates, from heavy hearts joined to one, ❝  you'll have other days to remember if you allows yourself to be with me, that's the option i could give to you now. god knows whatever you have up on your sleeves.

LARA CROFT SAYS, "I WANT TO REMEMBER THIS, ALWAYS, TO THE END OF MY DAYS." FROM WE COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL. ; accepting.