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From @madamhatter / (Sophie was forced to fill this out.)
"No matches, hm." The high spirit can virtually hear her peaceful tone dejected, notwithstanding how difficult it is for almost anyone else to recognize her genuine feelings. "Perhaps you'll find someone who will meet all those qualifications, Ayden." She maintains the blond's eyes while smiling sweetly at him. Despite this fact, she resumes reading her papers as if someone or something advised her not to stare. ↳ Bingo Card! | Accepting
"..." She's avoiding eye contact. Winter doesn't like that. It may be unnoticable to most, but he picks out how flat her tone falls. Its that matter-of-fact like speech used when put in a circumstance outside of her control. A sign of resignation, he had long since realized.
Winter did not like that.
Winter walks past her and the chair she's seated on as if to leave. Yet instead of doing so, he merely steps behind to loom over her. He bends down to her, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her neck. After a moment, he speaks, cool breath nipping at the skin.
" Such things have little meaning when we are already together, little mouse. " He brushes a strand of hair out of her face.












