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⠀ ⦗ … ⦘ ⠀ 𝓬ut me 𝘶𝘱 and ta𝙠e⠀ ⠀ me ⠀ ⠀ li𝙠e⠀ ⠀ the 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍⠀&̲⠀𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉⠀at⠀𝑐͟𝘩͟𝑢͟𝑟͟𝑐͟𝘩. ⠀

"not all of them are laurent's relatives," punctuated with a matter—of—fact tone. then, her finger juts into nikolai's broad shoulder. "ah—ha! i knew i smelt the church on you. wine and stale crackers. y—uck!"

<— currently making an end table from scratch.

"huh." jaw slacks just a smidge. lashes flutter. "join? for what?" yet she follows, almost annoyingly too close to the other's heels. palms pressed together and pulled to chest.

"someone asked me to be here." said so matter of factly, he almost sounds offended he was asked 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭. "maybe not you, but laurent found you——and 𝘩𝘦𝘳 first. so now i'll stay here."

face screws up into something disgruntled, unsatisfied, 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. as if the insult struck her right in semi—functioning heart. "and you'll trust her word over mine? very rude. the both of you."

chin tips up, and it's a rather humiliating circumstance——paired with leaning on the tips of toes, fists to hips, chest puffed. "that mean woman in your head tells you this? you make me sound 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨."

fingers curl in, out. attempting to get any sort of grip but only grasping air. "𝘮𝘦, no manners? sharing is caring. and i can 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 what you put in there. so let me have a sip!"

that's fine. she's twisting herself around his body in attempt to snag it away. "don't be rude."

making a '𝘨𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘦' motion with hands.

you will be beneath my claws. i am the predator you fear, and you— my sweetest prey.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖙he 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 exists𓈒 god exists𓈒 𖬺͟ for us、 as people、 our very destiny hinges upon which one we elect to 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𓈒