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Shard titters softly, raising an eyebrow while giving Khdaj a teasing smile. "What has you so concerned my friend? Tripping?" He shakes his head. Running a finger along the seeker's jawline, his smile turning a little more genuine, if not somewhat embarrassed. "Interested? In what, exactly? I find myself curious."
"Good evening, sweet Safrona," he murmured, sliding into her confessional booth with a grin that said he had many, many wrongs in need of absolution. "I have a new game to incorporate into our secrets game: it's called 'how hot is this person.'" Resting his elbows on the table, he leaned forward and propped his chin on his hands, gleaming eyes glued to her. "So tell me, pretty purveyor... How hot do you think my brother and I are?"
A touch more relaxed on wine deep into the early hours of the morning after a manic day, Safrona’s ears were the first to perk at the familiar tease of a voice. Initially, she’d sweep her gaze slowly to the other side of her booth to wonder if she would be the grimoire singled-out among the pair of twin bookends, hoping to better prepare herself for their playful flirtation. “Ohhh now, I know the game. It’s been popular here of late. And…which one are you…?” She’d chuckle behind a lazy smile as her gaze swept back to the glint in his emerald eyes, her own pupils strange, violet sparks in their sea of absinthe. “Mmm, I hear the music in your voice, Calaglin…or do you trade sound with your wicked brother just to keep me guessing?” Another little relaxed laugh, followed by a pull of more wine. When she’d had her taste, she’d tip it in his direction in a little toast. “
“I’ve no idea how hot your blood runs, lovely boy, but I know you are just that: wicked. With your songs, your temptation, your little…performance. It’s just as well that that I’ve someone to go home to.” Safrona pressed near, the resonance of her voice spilling its breath against his ear with its soul-shivering whisper that balanced on the edge of restrained hunger. “Otherwise, I believe I’d eat you both alive.”
Safrona left her glass of remaining wine for her tempter as she wisely excused herself from the table, assuming he would need it.
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Wonder.
I wonder if you still think of me, cuz I still think of you. And I wonder what it all means.
Ugh.
I sort of want to apologize to Bart.
But.
He was the one who punk'd ME. And then rubbed it in my face. And then Barry messaged me to rub it in.
BUT I FEEL WRONG HOW IS THAT EVEN--
ugh.
Since Drops of Jupiter just started playing, looks like I'm going to bed before I get swallowed in nostalgia.
I love you. I miss you. Goodnight, ponyboy.