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scenting him, that familiar musk of darkness and starlight, landing on the ledge of her balcony. “ so we meet again. ” musing softly, teasingly, burying the little smirk that tugs at her mouth. the slow flutter of his wings cease; something that has become all too familiar, comforting. she rises from her perch at her vanity and sets down the gilded brush. sauntering over to the arched doorway to rest her hip against it. she breaks into a small smile, something sparking in her chest, at the mere sight of him. “ to what do i owe the pleasure? ”