youmwarayoum

      ANGER BOILED UNDERNEATH HER SKIN,《 @maneye 》
                      cruel, uncaring and consuming.   his voice used to bring her peace, used to beckon her in ways she could neither handle nor understand. now, the sound of his voice made her anger worsen.     intense was the green of her orbs as she looked up at him confidently, her anger causing her to be much more daring and perhaps more so uncaring.   
            
                  "my place?   oh please, enlighten me of it, I implore you."   the words came out intense, like they were carved out from the depths of her heart.  her eyes grew glossed over, tears welling up in them, birthed from the immensity oof her frustration.  perhaps, it had been wrong of her to assume he wanted her around at all. 
            
                   "you know what-   I am leaving.   clearly I shouldn't have been concerned about you at all." 

/   19 hours is crazyy but then like it’s 7 : 4pm for me ig my timing is worse u write back whenever is more convenient for u im slower then like everyone tbh thanks for the drops too i will post in return for u! 

/   i kind of, uhm think these two would be so mischievous together????? :’)))

    THERE WAS A CERTAIN PECULIAR FEELING 《 @palfreys 》
               fluttering inside her, insistent, along with the itch of unruliness. the itch to go against his every word just to see how  humane he could become.  
            
                     the warmth of his palm felt much too overwhelming as it pressed against her mouth, her eyes never leaving his as she complies, without a say, to his every lead.  perhaps, willingly so, albeit not admittedly.
            
                  the scent of sandalwood and antiseptic clang to her skin long after his hand was pulled back, only for her jaw to become a prisoner in his vice grip.           and what did that grip do to her.. another secret for only her to know.
            
            
                     Her hazel orbs traveled from his overbearing gaze to his hand and back to his gaze again, to his lovely pools of grey madness, like a sky filled with the promise of rain, her hands pressing firmly against the cold wall of the laboratory.
              
                         "how little is that exactly, commander?"     she spoke, too sweetly and slightly raspy.   the pressure of his gaze made her fumble over her words and yet she could not help but hold it.  
             
                        "  you're too much of a coward to be upfront though, isn't that right? " 

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ [⠀⠀⠀    ⠀there was the faintest trace of amusement in his eyes, though he kept it under ruthless control. the door clicked shut behind him, the lock sliding neatly into place. wülfric crossed the lab in measured strides. before she could speak another word, he reached out and covered her lips with his palm. he had intended to keep a clearer head than this. but mary had always possessed a remarkable talent for dismantling it. without haste, he guided her backward, matching each step until the corner of the laboratory met her shoulders. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀]
            
             ⠀⠀⠀⠀i wasn’t the one snooping around. if settling scores is what you want.. then fine. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀[⠀⠀⠀    ⠀he held her there, tucked into one of the laboratory’s blind spots where the surveillance cameras lost their angle. only then did he lower his hand. his gaze searched hers for a long moment before he leaned in, the bridge of his nose brushing lightly against her cheek. he stilled. a quiet breath escaped him. his hand rose once more, settling firmly along her jaw as he turned her face back toward his. he studied her in silence, as though weighing every consequence before speaking. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀]⠀⠀⠀
            
            ⠀⠀⠀    ⠀keep testing my patience.. and you’ll find out exactly how little i have left.

      THE SOUND    《 @palfreys 》
              of the dark tone of his voice made her turn towards him, a smirk spread on her lips from the lingering of their interactions.     she  let her phone down at the cold, metal table before turning towards him, a hum leaving her lips in fake thoughtfulness. 
            
                 "well, well.   quite quick on your feet, aren't you, commander?"    she let the words stretch teasingly before taking a few steps towards him, her hazel orbs staring up at his grey ones ever so firmly.            "my ass might not be half bad for you to run so quickly here, hm?"

don’t push your luck. 

don’t you dare move from that spot, mary. 

you asked a question. i’m not in the habit of lying.

you*     and, unbolt this damn door. 

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