magicker

@magicker yeah

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SACRED WAS SACRED,       non of which ought to be interrupted or defiled. 
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            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀ WÜLFRIC LEANED AGAINST THE DOORFRAME. form of his arms were nearly folded against his chest. despite the firm stir of unease, he couldn’t remain so long as standing, and crossed the room. his boots made little sound against the floor, though the quiet seemed to make each step more noticeable. he stopped a short distance away, his attention settling upon whatever had drawn him inside.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀ “don’t mind me.”
            
                ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀          @aelfang. 

     " digging is not my forte.  I prefer fishing."   she voiced with hushed annoyance as her hands remained drifting in the air and gripping at nothing.  a moment passed, and then another, before she let her arms fall loosely upon her sides.  if space is what he supposedly desired, space would be what she was to grant him.     
            
                   "tomorrow is arrow training. we'll train together. you had promised me.     I simply wanted to make sure you remembered."   she spoke, half a truth of her sudden presence, yet mostly the reality of the situation. if she was to be less prideful, less of a woman, then her purpose would have primarily be elsewhere.  more precisely,  towards him.  
            
                 with a sharp of breath she walked towards the sofa, only to grab the leather jacket that still held the shine of droplets from the sudden rain. she made quick work of putting it on, letting her hair out from the hem of it before letting her gaze wonder towards his silhouette for a moment.  that too, though,  was fleeting, a moment for her breath to settle and her heart to ease through the build up pf her sorrow before walking towards the doorframe, pausing there in indecisiveness.
            
                 "not everything and everyone is a threat, commander" she spoke while gripping at the door handle and with a squeeze and swift movement she stepped out, the rain greeting her once again, nature's embrace that never parted from her and she wondered aimlessly with a heart filled with spreading coolness. how stupid he was...        and how that affected her so.

⠀⠀⠀  as peculiar, a breath heaved in by the indeed solace of his teeth gnarling hard against his molars, caught breath infused to settle against the ridge of his throat, was thawed by a strained swallow. his eyes roamed her face. moisture of rain was livid in her visage, and the slick hair. there was much fuse to speak, formed between them of what was on his mind, as per she indulged, or seemed to.       ack, he didn’t like the dissonance of his own mind warring in that line of thinking. his fingers flexed once at his side, as though the smallest movement might somehow settle the argument raging within him. so, he pulled his arm out of her grasp. twas easier this way. the pretending, rather. easier to let the moment pass than give either of them the satisfaction of knowing how closely her words had struck.          wülfric let that same breath stilled within him slip, and his chest ridged, and he spoke with a careful set of deliberate words. he observed mary’s facial expressions, knowing what she didn’t truly say was what she felt. his gaze lingered there, searching the slightest change in her expression before his own hardened against it.
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀   ⠀⠀⠀   “so it was a dig.”
            
            ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀  ⠀⠀           @aelfang. 

     hazel orbs, a map of earth trapped inside an iris, gazed fowards him with indescribable emotions resting in them.    droplets rested against her tan skin, an iridescent mirror that caught the ongoing fire inside the hearth.  he had been smart enough to use a raincoat, yet she disliked the idea of it. rain was a solace to her, a wondrous thing, and she desired nothing but to be under it.  
            
                   the sound of hed bare feet was muffled against the cream carpet as she approached him, not with careful steps, but boldly.  she stared at him as wet, wavy lock stuck on the wet of her skin and her hands, less delicate than that of some other women, caught the mechanical of him hand in gentle firmness.  her gaze stilled upon him, speaking to him as it tended to do before he mouth had any chance to.  
            
                  " a protector and yet, where is it when it come to you? " she spoke, her words a continuation of her previous ones as she moved the hand made of iron away, the metal sound almost echoing in the bareness of the room.  without missing a beat, mary took a hold of his wrist as her thumbs circled around it in a gentle massage, taut muscles shifting under the pressure, yet tense as a brick.    "aren't you something to protect too?"  she spoke in a slightly hushed manner while shifting focus on his arm and hand.  

i'll think on it. talk to u later

i need a nickname for u, dammit

okk, have funnnn, kal <33