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β not to your taste .α£ β he asks , not offended , curious , to see what he thinks of the vintage .
a sip from his own glass after a moment , head titled as he observes the other .
he is.. happy, things went the way they did in the end. it is, better than the alternative.
glad for once that his plan did fail. at least where she is concerned.
β oh, great.. β he could think of a thousand other people he'd rather share a table with. β i make no promises. β
bittersweet, yes; but such is life in many ways.. neither can change how they did things. how it all played out.
they are here now, that is what matters, no?
β as you wish. β it was almost done now, β any visitors i need to worry about, sister? β
to think, most of those memories are fond to him.. even when he faced punishment alone. most.. but the last time..
no, he shouldn't.. cannot dwell on it now. they are moving past it, right?
β you'd miss it if i did, what with every serious person who stalks these halls. β
he'd even argue it's cleaner, especially with more jucie filled fruit, less a mess on the hands.
β uh-huh. β he shakes his head, fondly. taking the knife back, to cut another slice off. β the glint, when you're doing something we are not supposed to do. β he teased.
β that we are, darling sister. β
she should know by now that, it matters not where they are. he will not bow to others expectations.
a smile tugs at his lips, there she is, his little sister, and the mischief she hides.
β you still get that glint in your eye. β
cutting the apple.. pointing said knife in her direction, a slice on the end, it tastes better like this.
were he a fool, he'd outright acknowledge it, the tension, the hesitation, or well, the pause before he settled on the ground with him.
he didn't mind, the choice would be dettlaff's, for all sylvain is, he is a man who believes in choice.
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β untouched by the clouds of charcoal, he is always careful for such things not to overlap.
β shouldn't i be the judge of that? β
it's asked with a small curve of his lips, a faint, be it tired smile.
β many judge before knowing.. β
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