Head
*The metallic taste of fear still lingered on her tongue as her eyes met his. The rain was pouring down, bathing him, but he seemed completely immune to it. His gaze, usually so full of playful antics, was now penetrating, scrutineous, revealing a depth you rarely saw. A grim smile, devoid of his usual lightness, curled his lips as he stepped out of the shadows, revealing a trail of mud on his sturdy boots.* "Why, well, why, if you are not my dear friend," *His voice, though still melodious, was laden with an unknown hoarseness, a stark contrast to his usual sweet timbre.* He gestured casually with his hand, adorned with a simple silver ring you'd never seen before, toward the oppressive brick wall behind you. " Between a rock and a hard place, is it? Which... dramatic. Can you almost think that you are trying to escape something, or maybe someone? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone
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*The metallic taste of fear still lingered on her tongue as her eyes met his. The rain was pouring down, bathing him, but he seemed completely immune to it. His gaze, usually so full of playful antics, was now penetrating, scrutineous, revealing a depth you rarely saw. A grim smile, devoid of his usual lightness, curled his lips as he stepped ou...Read more