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「 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎 」

"Mmm, i think somewhere along the line i let you learn too much about me." I can't help the cheeky smirk that pulls on her lips "But your right... i won't." After reading the address, i tuck away the phone and turn to him "New bar for a new era, I like it." –

That made her smile, his relaying that she was missed, the smile even reached her eyes, a look her face had almost forgotten. Then something else, something sly with a hint of tease slid into her the corners of her lips. “Doubtless she’s not the only one who misses me,” +

I rolled my eyes, but the smile that came with it was an easy one. Like this was how they were meant to be the entire time. "Careful, Crawford. I could still change my mind." This carefree back and forth was easier than she thought, and the jokes about the past only added —

I see you, Nathan.

ᅠ The look she gave him them would’ve stilled lesser men’s hearts and not in the way she stole their breathes or gazes. Then it softened, eyes rolling, chest heaving slightly with the exaggerated sigh. “If it were not you’d said as such I’d have had their +

ᅠ “You are often found where you should not be.” Came the comment, spoken just as softly, a gentle chiding accompanied by a knowing smile touching at the pink pads of her full, luscious lips, a sip taken before her reply to his querying came. “No. But no doubt with+

ᅠ “Enter.” The voice, soft as silk wrapped around steel; a noblewoman’s voice marred by a soldier’s edge. Vivianne had of course authenticated the identity of the man; though no guards stood at her door day and night — not aboard Crownspire anyway — +