Weaver of Shadows
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Edgar, in contrast, was leaning heavily against her. His face was paler than normal, and his eyes were filled with a pain that he was obviously trying to hide. ”I hope so.” @Scars of Hathsin
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“I think I saw a burger place a few minutes away, we could go there?” @Lunamor @RoyalBeeMage @Random Bystander @The Aspiring Archivist
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Procrastination. Yay. I should probably do my work. But no. -
They say they won’t hurt you. They always say it. They always lie. For him. Can you do this for him? Not for you? She took one shaky, deep breath.
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Tears seemed from her eyes. He was going to hit her. He was going to beat her. Breathe. He says to breathe. Can’t. Can’t. Must. Her breathing slowed a little bit, but was still irregular and shallower than normal.
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She looked down, her breath becoming irregular and only coming in quick pants. She didn’t even seem to notice him any more.
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When his hand touched her cheek, she jerked back in alarm, her breathing speeding up. Fear entered her eyes.
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This is dangerous. Don’t let yourself get comfortable. Why not? If I’m being used…then this is a much better way to be used. She looked up at him and smiled.
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“No.”
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She shivered with pleasure. This was dangerous. She didn’t care.
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Yes…she definitely wanted this to be real. But it wasn’t. She forcibly made herself not move away from him. So he would think she trusted him, of course. No other reason.
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He’s either being honest or a really good actor. The way his touch made her feel though…she wanted him to be sincere. “Thank you.”
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“Of course.”
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“But I’m here for you.”
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“I’m sorry.” She let her head rest on his shoulder.
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“You do, which is how you know you’ve done everything you can.” You could break him. But what would that achieve?
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She put an arm around him, pulling him tight. “It’s not your fault.” Is…could he…could this be a lie too?
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And I’m glad you shared
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Freja sat next to him, leaning against him slightly. “Is there anything that can be done?”
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You absolutely deserve better than the score you gave yourself, that was a wonderfully sad story.
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“Yes, of course,” she said, looking at him with sympathetic eyes. You’re not the only one who can act.
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“Is there…something wrong?” she asked gently, laying a hand on his arm.
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“We have. She seems very kind, like yourself.”
