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*Isardis* · 12-12-2013, 03:54 PM

He would watch as the russet babe almost appeared to writhe with a hatred so uncalled for, a despise that poisoned her gaze and caused venom to ozze from her gums; Isardis would chuckle, pleasure bubbling weakly from his lips as he held rubies unwaveringly to her own, swaying with a delight fuelled with poor reason, ?Do you wish to chew on me also? You know you ought to someday, darling,? I would devour your pretty. Pale lips withheld a flickering of upwards smirk, gaze swirling with cunning desires as his attentions would shift to Taurig; the boy choosing to speak barely moments after Roman and Sendoa had found their place to him, ?It had best be a good one, unless you so willingly over-sell yourself again.? Was all he had to say, a snicker of bliss evident within the folds of his words.

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