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her gaze traveled down to the arms around her, only to snap back up, capturing his gaze, mirroring in action the bold way she spoke with. before she could protest of their unexpected close proximity, her body was turned around, her back pressed against the large expansion of his chest as she faced the dartboard ahead in which he had missed the mark more times than the previous time they had played this game.  
            
              mary snorted at his words, his hands and body stepping away from her body, yet his embrace lingered across her clothed skin, leaving her quite curious as to how he always managed to crawl underneath her skin, make her blood rise as anger boiled high in her lungs and yet, wash down all of it at the same time. "princess my ass" she spat the words, the mockery, although low, still apparent in his tone, making her blood boil more than other times. her slender fingers took a hold of the three darts before her hazel orbs focused on the target ahead, shining with the tension that rippled through her body. she inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself momentarily before throwing the darts one after the other, all of them piercing the middle of the dartboard. bullseye.
            
              "there. not bad for a princess now, isn't that so cowboy?" she said, her face turning back towards him, her eyes intense with her emotions. she took the glass that was half empty from his hands, only to down the little whiskey it contained. "I think you have drank plenty already. try some water before shooting next time." she said to him with the same subtle mockery that he had used towards her. she was a dainty and sweet looking woman, sure, but a woman gotta find a way to survive and for her to have been alive so far, there were some cards hidden in her sleeves that she wanted them to stay hidden and yet, he brought everything out of her involuntarily just with a few words. needless to say, she was slightly disappointed in herself.

⠀⠀⠀    ⠀ before he knew it, he was pulling her flush against his chest. the act wasn’t desire, not really, but the way his mind had gone hot-wired, tension winding tight with the weight of work clinging to him. llŷr turned her around, jaw set, frustration bleeding through the rigid line of his posture. he’d always kept people at a distance hell, he was closer to feral than most men cared to admit but it didn’t mean he wasn’t civil. just tired. tired of being a goddamn hunter. tired of playing wingman for the sheriff. the bar still rang in his ears, the dull thud of darts striking wood, the taste of whiskey lingering as he’d missed the bullseye twice.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀he stood behind her, then caught himself, edging a step back, refusing to let his shadow crowd her. the lantern light cast long shapes across the floorboards as he lowered his gaze to the crown of her head. silver eyes glinted beneath the brim of his hat, exhaustion heavy in the strain at their corners, but he swallowed down the urge to scowl.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀  “your turn now, princess,” he said dryly, the mockery low and meticulous. he stepped away to grab his half empty glass, whiskey cold against his palm. a long pull, slow and grounding. then he drifted back behind her again, not touching this time, close enough to be felt rather than seen. twas not kindness, rather pressure. he knew she’d either snap back or fire off an insult. either way, he didn’t mind the distraction.
            
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&.    i lied,   everybody is exclusive tonight. 

&.         [f] out here,      exclusively replying to one person atm. i ain’t got anymore brain cells left to function.     des how exhausted work got me. ;p

/ amused but make it chaotic.