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1. “Let me see those eyes.”

2. “Open your mouth for me.”

3. “Please kiss me.”

4. “Use your words.”

5. “Tell me what you want.”

6. “You look so good beneath me.” 

7. “You can take it.”

8. “I can take it.”

9. “You take me so well.”

10. “Spread your legs wider.”

11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

12. “Keep your eyes on me.”

13. “Touch yourself.”

14. “Do you want my fingers?”

15. “I can’t get enough of you.”

16. “You taste so good.”

17. “Hands behind your back.”

18. “Swallow.”

19. “You are doing so well.”

20. “Breathe through your nose.”

21. “Don’t hold back.”

22. “Show me how much you need me.”

23. “Say my name.”

24. “You can do better than that.”

25. “Does that feel good?”

26. “I want you to ruin me.”

27. “Do you think you deserve this?”

28. “I want to have my way with you.”

29. “Touch me there. Right there.”

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HE  LIVES  WITH  THE  OVERWHELMING  WEIGHT  OF  HIS  MISTAKES  —  has  lived.  Tonight  is  the  first  night  it  has  been  quiet,  but  it  all  comes  with  a  price.  For  a  price  he  is  ready  to  pay.  

❝  Now  is  not  the  hour  for  desperation!  ❞  And  there’s  a  passion  to  it,  a  ——  a  pain,  horrible  twisting  and  curling  up  and  gripping  his  throat  tight,  ignorant  ——  willfully  or  not  ——  of  his  own  hypocrisy,  for  this  is  the  desperation.  But  it’s  acceptance,  even  as  tears  burn  without  falling  in  the  backs  of  his  eyes.  ❝  We  have  a  solution.  No  more  ——  ❞  And  his  hand  sweeps,  wildly.  ❝  ——  no  more  making  deals  with  devils!  No  more  scouring  every  corner  for  cures,  for  answers.  We  have  the  answer.  We  have  ——  ❞  

And  he  comes  up  to  her,  stopping  just  short.  There’s  a  wildness  to  him,  something  both  ——  both  frantic  and  calm,  the  eye  of  a  hurricane.  Calm,  for  now,  but  something  that  will  be  ripped  apart  by  its  own  volatility  soon  enough.  ❝  We  have  me.  We  all  know  I  am  doomed  as  it  stands.  If  it’s  not  today,  then  what  life  do  I  have  to  return  to?  And  that’s  if  I  don’t  transform  and  explode  and  kill  all  of  us,  anyway.  ❞

she would welcome the wildness he embodied that moment, were it for a different reason. for just a brief moment, she considered what he was offering - imagined herself as the holy sword guided by corellon himself. would she sacrifice her life to please her god? not if there was another way a path yet waiting to be uncovered. and koranthin believed there was.

the sunset colors of her hair danced with how she shook her head. how close they stood, and yet she the eladrin threatened the space even more, poking her finger between his ribs, eyes aflame, bright as the midday sun. " you may think yourself doomed, but i haven't given up on you yet. " the lull of her voice is lower, perhaps as to not rouse the attention of their companions.

but gale was a river full of melted snow and spring storms. the woman could see the thoughts running in his head, unstoppable as he was then and she wished for nothing more than a better end for him. not this sacrifice. the word stung. it spoke of pains she thought long past, and yet it stirred her heart. it made her scars itch and her eyes burn with ancient tears. in the end, koranthin broke the unspoken privacy of their conversation herself. " i don't want your sacrifice ! "

" the last thing i want is for you to think i'm a liar. "

The perfume of death proceeds him , imbued into every gray pore of his ashen skin , it was as natural to his being as blood to a vein. ❛ The wilds are absent of certain luxuries. ❜

His sardonic reply is kept purposefully obtuse, he knows what you meant. ❛ That's an interesting nose you have. Standing downwind , I'm sure you caught the scent of my approach a while ago. ❜

how well the pretty nose of hers puckers but less so to the scent of death, and more so to the notion. the glint of pearl whites shines from between her plush lips, though far it was from a kind smile. " i have, " she confirms simply, " and i shall not. "