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You are the weapon I choose.
Breath taken away from her again, she fell into his spell. Why didn't Skoll have someone around for four years? Four years was a long time, four years ago, she was born and thinking about it that way made it odd. She still didn't understand why he didn't have a lover since then, and maybe it was because he didn't want one, but rather if he liked it or not, she came on over without Skoll having any say in the matter. His words were like nothing she ever heard, and she whispered, "Same." as she still clung onto him, head pressed against his shoulder and looking out at the beautiful view. No words were needed still, but they chose to talk, and what was amazing was that she could sit there forever in his arms.
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