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Gods, she was relentless. It even seemed like now it was just a game then a bicker. Instead perhaps she might even be (in some crude way) flirting with him. The black nightmare told him that she had come to this place, the blue lagoon, to be alone. He could understand her disappointment to find it occupied, but perhaps patience was in order. Again, he seemed to be forgetting his own foul attitude. She 'complimented' him on how well he provided company and entertainment and the flaxen lad could only snort "Do you often seek the company from those who clearly wish to be left alone?". "You seem like the kind of woman who is used to getting her way. I won't challenge you, I'm tired" He refused to argue with her any longer, this was becoming more than repetitive. Though still as he turned his gaze to her and her hip collided with his, he felt that same overpowering lure. it was as if she had sunk a hook into his lip and was wrenching him in. His body was betraying him it seemed. Tilney could now only eye her cautiously; he daren't speak. He felt quite trapped, unsure of how to escape this situation. All he knew was that he was so, so furious... and he felt like perhaps that was the only way to get some relief. "What are you doing..." were the growling words that fell from his maw as she gave a teasing flay of her tail. How could she; that would make any male weak. |
Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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