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:: ... :: "Actually," she murmers, "The reading did yield one piece:: :: of wisdom worth keeping. In fact, It reminds me of you :: :: and this meeting". His hand starts to lift toward her as :: :: Her voice lowers even further in a seductive and breathy :: :: whisper - so quiet that you can only tell the words by :: :: reading her lips: "Men have throats..." she traces her :: :: finger along his throat, feeling his pulse jump beneath :: :: her touch. :: :: "... and daggers have sharp edges" she finishes in in a :: :: voice as cold as a 3 day old corpse. :: :: The words land hard, and his gesture dies in the air. His:: :: half-raised hand falters and slips down, fingers curling :: :: in a fist at his side. :: :: You see the quick shiver in him as she moves on, leaving :: :: the man alone in the lamplight. His smile is still there,:: :: but it's thinner now. Cracked just enough to show the :: :: fear underneath. | |