𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓

the finale: happens abaddon, loudly: what kind of fuckery is this

                                    she KNOWS that it’s impossible to tell a wolf from a W O M A N if she keeps her chin up                                            and her teeth clean. /  𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥

            ‘ 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙺 ? ‘                  a tilt of her head , purse of her lips && she hides her secrets behind rouge painted lips ; her business , her own . arms fold atop her chest , gazing at that who had spoken such words . however correct they may be , it did not mean she wished for it to be spoken aloud .      ‘ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 , 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 . ‘

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               every fiber within her SCREAMS of playing with fire , of the true dangers of allowing herself even one moment of weakness ; for was that not what this was ? allowing him to even be this close to her , regardless of her own intentions , of her own movements that allowed for this to occur -- breath hitches the very instant his lips touch hers , && that murmured comment sends vibrations through slender frame .     ‘𝐨𝐡 , 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 . ‘    it is all she can manage before his lips find hers once more , && caution is thrown to the wind in an arm WINDING around his neck as an anchor . 

                  that minuscule amount of distance is enough to set her on edge ; a sharp intake of breath , yet she makes no move to close it - 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 , nor does she trust his intentions . && yet ... is she leaning forwards ? she would never admit to such . teeth gnash behind red painted lips , eyeing him closely , gauging him .                                           ‘𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢 𝐝𝐨 , 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 . 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 , 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 . ‘                      fingers flex within their hold upon his collar , as though inwardly daring herself to tug closer , to take control of a situation she was unsure of escalating .

                     in hindsight , she supposes she ought to have expected some form of DISBELIEF , yet she cannot help the FLARE of annoyance that flashes over her features -- seldom a woman used to not getting what she wants merely by DEMANDING ; it seems she may have met her match in one 𝙶𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚊 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛-𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 , && isn’t that just the strangest thing . a pause , fingers picking rhythm back up upon the table before her , head tilting as she considers the comment made .                                 ‘ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 ? 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, && 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞 . ‘

               is it a HISS that leaves her lips ; pushed between her teeth ? surely some form of irritation at being seen so obviously -- her grip does not retract , if anything she grows far more DANGEROUS in her hold ; tight , claws like vices that will not release .              ‘𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 , 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴𝙳 , 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐰 , 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 . ‘             a flash of ivory canines , broaching his personal space by leaning forwards -- tilt of her head , auburn curls brushing her shoulder && she drags the tip of her nose along his jawline .                                                       ‘𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 . ‘

       ‘𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝙱𝙸𝚃𝙴 ! ‘                                    grin flashes across pale features ; her amusement is nothing short of DANGEROUS -- but , she will hold her tongue , for now at least .                       ‘𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐎 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 , 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 ? ‘

            she supposes there is substance to his comment ; it isn’t FALSE , not in the slightest . there was always a similar motivation , something that needed to be DESTROYED && she was no exception to the rule . hand lifts && waves dismissively , as though the conversation held no true intrigue for her -- when perhaps it did , perhaps she was curious on those motives .     ‘𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐝 ? ‘