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Enchanted by the Dark
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Dane's face wrinkled low. Emotions skittered across his soul like a strand of broken pearls. Anger that she might deem to tell him what to do. Confusion as to what she referenced. Jealousy that Nox told her about him. It was a torrent until finally they all dissolved into the acid that was his soul.

He shrugged, answering her question blandly. "I don't care about Nox. Tell me to never see him again and I will agree. But I have a better idea,"
his voice twisted, roots of an evil tree delving into the darkness.

Yes. Something stirred within. Deep in his gut. A warmth that beckoned and teased. He hadn't killed anyone in weeks. Mexico had been an ample bounty, but the prey was too passionate and the weather too hot. He liked Moscow. The cool air stung his lungs and sharpened his gaze. He thought of Declan's corpse then. The image of his older brother's body preserved in a tomb of ice and snow rooted his desire to remain in colder climes.

"Let us keep our friendship. Let's nurture it, in fact. I liked him anyway. You like him. Let him see us together. See us be normal. He will come to trust you with me and me with you. Then.."


He didn't say it. This was a public place after all, and the Mockingbird was not completely careless. But he held Aria's eyes, his own lit with anticipation and eagerness. He felt his cheeks flush with it, even as his nails dug painfully into the skin of Aria's hands.
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[No subject] - by Aria - 12-08-2016, 08:57 AM
[No subject] - by Dane Gregory - 12-08-2016, 09:49 AM
[No subject] - by Aria - 12-08-2016, 10:28 AM
[No subject] - by Dane Gregory - 12-08-2016, 10:22 PM
[No subject] - by Aria - 12-09-2016, 07:00 AM
[No subject] - by Dane Gregory - 12-09-2016, 09:49 PM
[No subject] - by Aria - 12-10-2016, 12:32 PM
[No subject] - by Dane Gregory - 12-14-2016, 10:23 PM
[No subject] - by Aria - 12-15-2016, 06:50 AM
[No subject] - by Dane Gregory - 12-15-2016, 10:27 PM
[No subject] - by Aria - 12-16-2016, 07:01 AM
[No subject] - by Dane Gregory - 01-08-2017, 02:38 PM
[No subject] - by Aria - 01-09-2017, 10:13 AM
[No subject] - by Dane Gregory - 01-15-2017, 09:46 PM
[No subject] - by Aria - 01-17-2017, 09:48 AM
[No subject] - by Dane Gregory - 01-27-2017, 02:53 PM

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