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@vixtionary​ whispered: ♥️ - He would briefly rake dark talons through her locks, almost tenderly so. Then twist his grip with volatile malice to yank her face closer, so he may intimately utter a threat against her lips. :) 

Send an Affectionate / Nice Symbols II Accepting

[ ♦ ] – In the intimacy & cold of a balcony, the inhumane dark nails caressing her ebony hair almost makes her purr in strange content & hazardous delight; tilting her head slightly onto his touch with undaunted confidence. Despite how the gentleness wasn’t deceiving her at all –and therefore; any tender gesture would continuously be contaminated by her eager thoughts; it didn’t stop her from relishing on the tingles it provoked, crawling deliciously on her nape’s skin & down her spine, entangling her senses & making her slightly uneasy… yet wasn’t that what would make it more exciting? Which could be the card her oh-so charming Grand General, may choose tonight?  

A sincere gasp breaks the Enchantress’ assured grin, allowing a soft-whine to escape at the hold & movements. Her almost pleasant façade twisted into a painful & scornful expression when she was brought closer, not without how porcelain digits quickly rose to embrace his neck in a menace at the daring touch. Her sharp nails pressuring against his skin as his words would fall & his breathing so close made her tremble. Damning the intoxication of his fragrance & their ways to place this game; his closeness is now a towering darkness & she almost may swear to see wings in the casting on his shadow at the corner of her eyes… –Ah~ the lack of fear & his attempts to play with fire are endearing at most, & Emilia can already tell how much she would miss him when the pest’s finally gone from her Night Garden. 

Her semblance shifts there again; as bright golden irises behind half-closed eyelids are fixed in his tenebrous glare. “Mon Cher…ma douce souffrance~” Her fingers press tighter against his throat, murmuring with venemous subtleness, delicately in their intimacy, Each word a slow caress against his lips ; “…Tell me again~ ...Would you dare to fully carry on with your threats? I have yet to see you properly succeed, Jericho dearest~” 

Her other hand rose & gently cradle his cheek in contrast with the harshness of her grasp & the loving of her glare. What was the genuine feeling ever-nesting in the Pale Lady– ?

“ – I think you simply can’t live without me near~... or am i wrong?”