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@emblematique147    ( ..& )   ( he lingered in the doorway, his stance relaxed yet commanding, a faint smile playing at the edges of his mouth, softening his typically severe expression. ) there's a place i like, 'the crow’s nest' in knockturn.. it's got this old-world feel, perfect for a quiet conversation. ( his intentions clear without being overt; the tension between them was not just about words or games but about the raw pull of mutual attraction. ) meet me there.

fine then, [ she muttered, securing the last knot on the bandage around his waist. ] i’ll go out with you for a drink. [ her voice was steady, but the moment she pulled back, she felt the warmth creeping up her neck, settling at the tips of her ears, her nose, her cheeks. damn it. she had meant to sound indifferent, but the way his eyes flickered with something unreadable made it impossible to ignore the way her heart was suddenly beating a little too fast. she busied herself with gathering the bloodied cloths and setting her supplies aside, anything to avoid the weight of his gaze. ] but if you show up to it half-dead like this again, [ she added, finally daring to glance at him, ] i’m making you pay for everything.

@emblematique147    ( ..& )   ( he let out a low chuckle, the sound rare and rough, like gravel underfoot, but there was an undercurrent of mirth in it. ) perhaps i enjoy the challenge, ( he replied, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, as if sharing a secret just between them. ) easier ways are for the weak, ( he added with a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head, )