[ His lips peel into a little smile, at the way the fracture splits for him, letting him peek behind the curtain. His fingers relax, before they idly trail, nails scratching against where the wound had been. It's a little secret they share, the reason why they were already so intertwined, how wrought iron had wound around wrought iron, and made something jagged and unappealing.
To anyone but them, it seemed. ]
Of course, I wouldn't.
[ He says, that sharp smile still there. His eyes dart to his mouth, considering. ]
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To anyone but them, it seemed. ]
Of course, I wouldn't.
[ He says, that sharp smile still there. His eyes dart to his mouth, considering. ]
You wouldn't be worth the attention.