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falsitas

                 ' i cannot help you. ‘

❄《エスデス - FREEZE!》━

             Tch… he wasn’t a danger beast. Having spotted a shadow of              a figure from above, Esdeath had crashed down like a falling star,              landing with a pile of loose dirt and a bit of the so called               commotion as the other had pointed out.

             Immediately, her sword was already unsheathed, gripped tightly              in her hand as it was held it, exactly perpendicular to her body.              But what awaited her as the dust cleared was not a beast of any              kind - in fact his features sharp and defined would probably be              considered more of a delicate beauty by some.

             He reminded her much of the crows - with a similar aura as              well… Crossing swords would have been quite the experience but              she had been more in the mood to fight and hunt and destroy &              slaughter rather than a simple.. fight.

             Depression had hit her hard - in a manner she had never before              experienced. This whole love  thing was not working out and              frustration was building up.

                               ━ ❝What are you doing out here… all alone.❞ 

    his words had  been  spoken softly,  entirely      meant  to  chill  the  movements  heated  for      battle. and while he himself was deceptively      relaxed in his pose -- there was that  blood-      coloured readiness in his gaze; his naivety      long  since  defunct.  &  despite  being  fully      aware of the perilous aftermath associated      with prolonged use of that gift, it did not ebb      quickly. these were unfamiliar lands he tread,      and she had already proven herself volatile      if nothing else. nor were her movements ill      experienced. and him? he was here with a      purpose.  he  had no  intentions  of  acting       carelessly  in its  pursuit.  he was not to be      taken off guard.      thus,  the  gaze  intent  remained as  such,      observing all.      when  he responds it is remarkably  even-      tempered, rather as if this whole thing was      commonplace. it was merely one of thousands      of simple conversations.