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☣ — Love was something he had longed for, ever since he was nothing but a child. Often being read stories of fairy-tales with happily ever afters, both by his mother when she was alive and by the maids within his estate.

☣ — His gaze doesn't falter as he shifts himself against the hardened surface of his old wooden desk in order to get a better look at the other, observing closely as she went off to retrieve a bottle of wine from the nearby cabinet. Right hand taking hold of the nearby glass placed upon his desk and holds it ever so slightly outward for her. The way the dark crimson liquid falls from the bottle reminds him of the blood he often spilled for his work, slowly spreading across the clean pavement and leaving behind nothing but a memory of the person it belonged to. Oh... how beautiful it looked without any sort of barrier to keep it confined. Human beings truly were such beautiful creatures both inside and out. "I don't mind if you happen to find your way into them~. It's not like anyone really touches them, considering they used to belong to my grandfather after all." The act of rebellion preformed by the woman of sakura blossom hair had been found to be a extremely attractive trait. "I'd believe it. My grandfather always did have exquisite taste when it came down to his alcohol." The way he popped open bottles with his colleagues showed as much, or at least the act of celebrating did anyway, regardless of whether he actually cared for said people within the room.

☣ — Raising the glass to his lips, he takes a moment to sip at the contents. "I think that a distraction is a wise idea, after all... I've begun to grow quite lonely without your presence to keep me company~."

ㅤㅤIt's a lovely thing,ㅤto see how things change depending on the complexity of them.ㅤNapalm caressing the corners of her heart with sticky sensations,ㅤsetting the spark of anticipation on the upheld future.ㅤ

ㅤㅤA click of high heels towards the floor to announce the movements of the femme as she walks away from the place for some minutes,ㅤfinding a nearby cabinet from which she took the bottle for it to be dragged out to the black haired boy.ㅤA pour of the darken red liquid into his glass until the brim  (  but not quite to make it overflow  ).ㅤThere is no way she cannot pry his skull open to see how the gears inside it work in magnificent ways;ㅤthe woman had long perished the thought of doing so and chose the path of amusement in every choice of his.ㅤFeline irises follows him with the glint of interest still kept alive.ㅤTheir struggling existence has chased them both to find solace in their twisted edges.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤIt’s from one of the old cabinets of the upper floors.ㅤThe lock is easy to pick up,ㅤyou should fix that if you want to keep the many bottles intact.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤThere is a testify in the joy as the room enraptured the springtide completely at the moment the clip comes up to be part of the hairstyle once more.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤI’ve seen in the internet that it has a really good taste.ㅤIt should be good.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤㅤThe vestiges of the end at her own fingertips,ㅤto be brave in a world of cruelty had left many wits to blossom,  each of the skills in their own unique way.

ㅤㅤWithout further distractions,ㅤthe engloved hand brings close the vase.ㅤㅤ❛❛ㅤㅤYou have been too much in whatever you are working on,ㅤbetter to have a little distraction.ㅤㅤ❜❜ㅤㅤㅤ

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☣ — "It would only make sense that someone as intelligent as I am would pick only the best possible partner, no? Though the fact that you acknowledge that I'm both handsome and a gentleman, well... I'd have to say that's more than enough to make me happy." Of course hearing such a thing would make his chest swell with pride, a reaction of that caliber was only to be expected of a man when their beloved paid them a compliment of sorts. Everyone enjoyed a boost to one's ego after all, such a thing simply applied tenfold towards men. Really, mankind was such an easy thing to place underneath one's thumb.

☣ — Normally he didn't care much for compliments, especially when he was someone that had often heard the sweet and honeyed words of those that only wanted something from him. Trying their best to flatter him, desperately hoping for some kind of compensation. Some even wanted his special favor, but to gain such a thing from him was almost impossible. "That's right, my dear." There had only ever been one woman aside from Crystal to gain his genuine affections, yet such a thing didn't matter due to the drastic age difference between them and the fact she had been long deceased. "We have all the time in the world, actually. What's better is that there isn't anyone who could ever tear us apart either." It was a declaration that was almost one-hundred percent true given their situation. Of course if an organization such as the BSAA where to make such a discovery, the lives that they were currently living, well... they could surely come to a screeching halt. But for such a thing to even happen was rare, especially when he had Chris Redfield and the others within his squad wrapped around his finger.

☣ — Royal blue irises land upon the glass within the other's grasp, watching silently with a smile present on his features as she continued to take yet another sip of the contents held inside of the delicate object. His head slowly cants to the right side of his body, only allowing his smile to grow wider at his wife's question. "You know that I could never turn down a drink with you~. I'd have to be an absolute fool to do so, after all."

           ❛❛     Of course you have the best wife in the world.  You are such a lucky gentleman,  a handsome one even.     ❜❜         Cue a bright mien in pure authenticity,  lacking the morality of any normal human and still resembling one of the best behaved ones.  Instinct propels a movement of almost rolling the eyes,  toying with the edge of the clothing that made the leathery dress.  Ethereal,  a rose whose thorns are sharper than any blade. 

           Self - made woman weapon,  the words that reverberate into the ear canal and place themselves in honey drenched words from a pleading mouth tingles every fiber of her being.  Carmine mouth curved,  cheshire grin placed in delicate features feline alike.  Where one may see things red,  they would see them in rosé colored shades across veils.           ❛❛     Your little circumstance  …     ❜❜         The phrase dances across the surface of the tongue,  a hum that travels from the depths of the ribcage towards the outside world in a simple sign of the woman getting to understand a few things  …  and still be unsure of what would the world do for them.         ❛❛     We have plenty of time then ~  ! Better to have the most of it all.     ❜❜         A dismissal in a cherish voice that flows from painted lips as the cross of the legs in the position was used to getting more comfortable.  It was an odd idea to be living in such an ideal lifestyle,  despite the plays in the game ;  to partake from do's and don'ts until now.  It was the perception of such a wild,  adventurous woman who wore colors of springtide.

          Fingertips traced the countourn of her own glass,  the smooth glide of them and the lift up of the transparent object so the vision of both crossed between it and the liquor lingering inside was picturesque to say the least.  The woman took a sip,  leaving the sweetness of ripe fruits and bittersweetness to cling at the senses.         ❛❛     Hmmm  …  What if I bring the bottle  ?  Would you drink it with me  ?     ❜❜