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Tapping the little button as it flashed to obscure the woman, as she'd turn to face him. An admission, an invitation. The statement would set alarm bells in motion aggressively, yet Lancaster would swallow them. To let the politics wait for tomorrow, a small reprieve for the woman he loved. "I love your passions mi fiamma. The scent of your hair, the taste of your skin. The way that your smile alights my heart, and makes me move to embrace you." Freyd, a name that he and the other fingers were more then familiar. Him and his little attack dogs that hunted their kind like animals. Like tearing

Mari leaned forward, taking a bite of the cake. Very slowly dragging it off the fork - her crystalline eyes watching him. She pulled away with a slight lick of her lips. “Something sweet, to bite through the sour conversation.” She mused. Mari felt relief when he said he had little interest in killing her friends. Even more so when he said that Opals infiltration was a false report. So that meant there wasn’t anything insidious hiding beneath the surface. At least…for now. He admitted they just wanted the frontlines to stop. She doubted they ever would. Mari shifted her weight so she was

A small muffled chuckle as he calls out checkmate, it had been the third game that he stomped her. It was easy to overthink, to create fear that shouldn't even exist. Feeling pressure against her neck, closing her eyes as the sleeve droops down. His touch was absolutely electrifying. A sharp inhale, he wanted to be here just as much as she did and his insane feelings matched her own. It was nice to hear, there was something comforting about those words. He pulls her closer, her face reddens. "Okay," was all she could say, he made it very clear, this made her happy. "I want to show you somethin

The man would take the fork from her, and cut off a bit of cake and offer it to her given she'd looked like she'd wilt away when he first arrived. "Such sour topics, is a bit too grim." He'd wave a finger as he'd poke a little of the cake into her mouth "I have little interest in killing all of your friends, mi amore. Neither does Laughing Coffin. Opal's infiltration was a little false report. A guise. fabbricato. She tried to self promote and bit off a bit more then she could chew." Lancaster gently rubs the fork on her bottom lip, searching his thoughts and counting the guillotine he was enc

"The Laughing Coffin, a bit nebulous to say aloud I must admit." He wasn't wrong, he must have picked up on the dour expression Mari had given at saying the name. She wasn’t trying to. He explained how they found her effective, capable and ruthless. Parts of it felt like compliments, others…ruthless…not so much. He admitted they wouldn’t be able to control her. She snorted. Closing her eyes to think back on her mindset back then. “I don’t think even you could have controlled me back then, maybe... I was a fucking mess. All those chemicals you saw in my workshop? The contraptions? Imagine

The smile widening in his neck alerted him to the fact she felt the sudden pressure, and Lancaster nibbled her ear gently as a way to get even. The slight rub of her legs, allowing her own tension to build in equal measure. "This cake is squisito, but I am afraid to butcher the name again, mi anima gemella." A little red glow with the trail of smoke, drunk in a way that the man had no tolerance and would ever build any. The tightening topic saw him tightening up to pull her in, shifting to tap another flick of ash into the filling cup. He'd nod, struggling to keep a straight head as he'd sit w

Raidou would look to the board state, his castled rook opened when the pawn had been taken earlier. His king secure, and the queen moving an excellent interference through a power play. The man would draw the line, as he'd run the rook right through her backline. "Checkmate." The man offers mysteriously, knowing full well that the line of soldiers were undermined by the simple play. To rely too much on strong pieces, without the insight to see how they interplay with one another left spaces where everything could be undone with a single well planned stroke. Elda presses a left into his cheek c

Mari waited, watched as he immediately lit a cigarette, with her permission. Chain smoking in such a way would leave him for dead in the real world - but here it left little effect beyond an unpleasant smell. He relaxed further into the chair, an arm coiling around her waist, a thumb gently running against the skin of her hip beneath her sweater. This felt…so warm. The woman closed her eyes. Her head rested against his chest, fingers absently tugging and tracing the clavicles that protruded from his loose fitting shirt. She could feel his heartbeat. Could feel the gentle rise and fall as he br

His skin was alarmingly cold to the touch. It was a bit weird how she retained heat like fire and he held the coolness of storms. An arm wraps around her back as a hand lays on her left side. Watching each movement carefully learning the strategies of which were hidden until now. "Hmm, but if I move my bishop then my queen would be exposed by your other knight right here," pointing to the piece being referred to. Focusing on every move that could possibly be made. "Moving my bishop would put me in check mate," tying to push every scenario into view. "If I move this knight right here," moving i

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He'd enjoy that rake of her finger against his chin, leaning into it just a bit and even making a space for it to ride. "This amuses me, glad to be of service." He'd lean forward and allow his hot breath to escape as he'd gently nibble on her neck, a treat for a good hound. Once Mari told him he could smoke he'd sigh in relief. "I will not lie mi amore, is was out of respect but I normally go so long... I appreciate your kindness." He wouldn't hesitate to poke one in, folding his thumb into his palm and flicking it out to see fire spring to life on its tip. The cigarette glows in a rushing red

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Final Rewards: Ariel EXP: 15237 [Total]| 5676/5 *10 +2500 (Quest) +5% (Firm Anima R5) +5% (Assist System) Col: 21540 [Total]| 12600 (Loot) +630 (Guild Treasury) +5000 (Quest) +2285 (para lv. 5) +5% (Firm Anima R5) 2x Guild Token [Total] | 1 transferred from Dracul 1 Mon Tanos Key 2x T3 Perfect Consumable | 247610a | 247610b 2x T3 Perfect Shield/Armor | 247610c | 247610d Dracul EXP: 6496 [Total]| 5676/5 *3 +2500 (Quest) +5% (Firm Anima R5) +5% (Assist System) Col: 0 [T

There was a certain kind of warmth and satisfaction in the way he moved, annunciating his words with a wave of his hands, a quirk of his lips and brows. The way he’d constantly reach out to have some part of him gently touch or tap her, how he’d inhale when she wandered too close. A man so dangerous and volatile, and yet had so easily won her affections. Scarily weaving his way deep into her consciousness and steeping her heart in his intoxicating presence. She had shown him so much of herself today, small parts of her world that had been reserved for her and her alone - and he relished in it.

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Demian | L32 | HP: 740/740 | EN: 92/92 | DMG: 19 | MIT: 204 | ACC: 7 | AA | F-SPIRIT | EVA: 5 | BH:37 #

| NIGHT | Lv. 154 >> P. 120, Lv. 34 | Status: // Notes: stats for tier 3 sync. PT: refunding all SP. PT: biting x9 -> +18 DMG #

“I t htink that four set ts of S tairs wil be a goo d w aty to sober up just enough.” "I have a feeling that I'll be herding the two of you like a sheep dog during this quest” Mari waved off both Katoka and Arcanthus with a nonchalant hand, and a small stumble that would result in her shoulder colliding with Katoka. “S-Shorry. But n-no we have…a long walk. Sh’es righ shoul shober up a bit by then.” Mari felt a little guilty about that. The two were green players. And with her marked as a Pker, there was no simple way to get around. Hours were always added to trips as she

The man tapped her nose gently, before tracing the lines of her jaw seeing out the space behind her neck. Weaving his fingers in her hair. "Preach mi cara, I share it." Adjusting his feet, the glass crunching and being grinding beneath his heel. A sound he was quite familiar and fond of, yet the context was drastically different this time. Her hair a gentle satin in its softness, the mix of something sweet and salted, the tinge of some bitter chemical. A faint reminder of everything he had taken, and everything that he wanted before. A decree in how worthless it had all been, for those scents

Mari laughed softly. Shaking her head. "I can't be too mad. You saw the other day...I too get a little too swept up. I just...find it funny. I never really understood why someone would get upset or frustrated when I'd hurt myself that way. I'm experimenting. Why the fuck would I care if there are..." She shifted her gaze to the side, eying off the broken and bloody shards of glass scattered carelessly on the floor. She shifted, stomping on one of the larger shards. Listening to it snap and crackle beneath her boot. She lifted her face to kiss the underside of her chin. "It's so easy to be swe