Ā Ā Ā āĀ quite the mishap,Ā āĀ Ā Ā a click of his tongue to indicate distaste -- rancor upon his otherwise imperturbable and acute lineaments. with the saturnine hues oozing of baleful notions merely reflected by his orbs, he ganders along to the svelte silhouette at his side, noting of her plush lips seemingly subordinated upwards into a simper. oh, he abhors that look upon her countenance ; of mirth and effervescence for the mere contemplation of demise. morose, somber⦠sheās become his dearest and it is manifest. he has never relished the sensation of purloining oneās respiration until he has observed her doing so, without a hunch of ruefulness in her incarnation⦠absolutely ravishing.Ā Ā Ā āĀ how unfortunate that i donāt⦠my sweet, do i look like a cleaning lady to youĀ ?Ā āĀ Ā Ā acrimony at the vertex of his tongue, adulterated with pungency. he scoffs a feeble smirk at her direction ( decanted with conceit, titivation, superciliousness -- his entire essence ) and fixes the fabric of his shirt to be concealed beneath the dark jacket his torso occupies.
Ā Ā Ā āĀ youāve got to be more careful next time, bon-bon, unless you want your cute ālil ass to be caughtā¦Ā āĀ Ā Ā nonetheless verbosity of covet, the tone of his vox is filled with naught but indignation and acridity. alas, his eyes now barbarous and imperiling of her own welfare -- their little game has frontieres, and if his quite precariously groggy temperament succumbs, then she is done for -- he hopes she acquires so. his fingers curls through her locks of hair, placing it behind her ear. a fair warning.Ā Ā Ā /Ā Ā Ā @ofkillingsĀ :Ā cont.












