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it’s late, liz.      don’t tell me you’re here to serenade me,   —or worse, talk. 

*   <3

*   i think this goes without saying but i have become very inactive on wp in the past few months. there’s reasons and then there’s just simply none, because there’s no one quite active to interact with. my concepts are slowly coming back to me but i can’t promise a full fledged return. however, i’ll be back up and active this week hopefully!! so stay tuned.
            
            dm me on discord if you ever feel the need.

        her voice was cutting, edged like a blade, piercing everything and anything that dared stand in their path. there was an unwavering intensity to her tone, each word slicing through the air with a precision          that demanded attention. her presence alone felt like a force, challenging anyone who might oppose them, her resolve fierce and unyielding.
                  “twas but for a reason,” rurik said, his tone measured, steady against the weight of her words. “taking it back by force is..   an act of war.”

@hyrded 
                  “i  /never/  offered  it  to  you,    you  completely  stole  it.”   harsh, cruel tone to her words. like venom. her hands have touched and ruined every neat organised pile in his office, desperate for her locket to be back in her possession. 

      &.      make a new one then, and just incorporate some interesting elements.  

@hyrded 
                    a frustrated sigh leaves pouty,  parted lips. it’s a rare expression of vulnerability on the rather neutral face. gives her character, and allows rurik to see right through her. the glimpse is quick, but that’s all he needs. he has her all figured out, doesn’t he?
            
                   “you won’t leave until i accept your ever gracious offer, will you?”

        and  you  think  ringing  me  was?       get  in,   i’ll  drop  you  off  at  your  destination. 

@hyrded 
                you know i can’t do that.  my priority isn’t leisure.

@hyrded 
                  i know what  —  i’m experimenting.

      laughter was a whisked sound, breathless and full of mirth.      it eased past his lips at her remark, and rurik gave his head a shake, responding casually.      “you’re bold, standing up to me, elizabeth monroe.’

@hyrded 
                “many times.  so i’m afraid to disappoint you,  but it’s a bit too late to offer any lessons,”  a pause,  glancing up at him and smiles briefly,  “but i can show you my form if you’re so inclined to /correct me/.”  as he does, many times. 

@hyrded 
                and how exactly am i doing that?  i make sure to avoid your pressure points the best i can.