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Unfortunately for the dancing flame, the moth was reluctant to be burnt by her sparkling embrace. Instead, she had to watch the distance between the two increase without mercy. Hungry, blazing hues of boiling blood stared hungrily at that handsome face. The irksome longing in her fingers increased as he continued to move out of reach, but the delicious Revlis King had no right to see the full scale of the woman’s greed. Her nostrils drew in his scent and that of Salsola, listing up the characteristics from the western lands.
Oh, she should have felt somewhat satisfied with what she had learned, but appetizers couldn’t soothe anything. It was the main dish she wished to dig her teeth into. But he wouldn’t allow himself to linger.
A mere nod was all she seemed to offer the poison man, though several more long moments passed after his disappearance before the royal female turned her gaze away from the spot where he had melted into the shadows. Fingers played with the soft silk of her half-skirt, mourning the lost possibility to touch more. Who the fuck did this man think he was. Laughter tore through the forest’s tranquil grace, and the woman turned to head home. Until we meet again.
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