‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝓅𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦‍ ‍𝑔𝑟𝑒͟𝑒͟𝑛͟‍͟ ‍𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 .

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝓊𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑏͟𝑒͟𝑐͟𝑜͟𝑚͟𝑒͟𝑠͟ ͟ ͟𝑡͟ℎ͟𝑒͟ ͟ ͟𝑑͟𝑎͟𝑦͟ [ 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 ] .

Devils minion first kiss should be like this

tu me blesses , ma chérie 「 lashes flutter , azure optics wandering the length of him ——— up , down , then back again . she lingers , the bridge of her nose brushing a slow path along his jaw — only to pull away , distance reclaimed as abruptly as it had been stolen 」↦

threatening .ᐣ moi .ᐣ je ne pourrais jamais . 「 after a pause , she closes the distance . cheek finding rest against shoulder , talons wandering upward , tracing the line of his nape with featherlight care 」

﹙ ┈ ﹚ not " 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 " .. I am 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 kind .

you think me evil .ᐣ I am kind . say it .

But Armand is not indiscriminate. Never in his life could he have claimed anything so just. That would be cradling himself in the arms of God—but then again, which God? The Shiva so shunned by the dynasty into which he was born subjugated? Or is it Allah, whose name was evoked