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She  licks  thin  lips,  eyes  adjusting  to  his  features,  momentarily,  she  scans  them.  In  a  great  moment  of  decision,  she  ponders  weather  or  not  she  is  to  speak.  “I-I  guess  it  is,  yeah.”  The voice  is  astoundingly small,  almost  a  whisper,  breathy  enough  to  be  in  the  same  category,  but  still  not  quite.

he’d silently observe,  trying not to miss each and every single action she’d perform.    she was pretty    -    beautiful enough for him to imagine for how much she’d be bid for,    whether or not she’d be worth the hunt for;  how well she’d star in one of his movies.    if her insides would look good splashed against the wall.       ‘      peaceful, isn’t it  ?     ’       a question was made, referring to the open book;   a false friendliness over his every being.    

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What you want me for?

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If  she’d  been  aware  of  his  presence  she’d  have  been  more  silent.  STUPID, STUPID.  A  heavy  sigh  leaves  poutry  lips,  and  a  “Sorry.”  is  shaped  by  them,  though  the  sound  they  produce  is  so  low,  it  could  be  taken  for  simply a  mere  mouthing  of  it.

The hum wasn’t even loud, but it was annoying. He heard enough voices that he didn’t need to hear her little humming noise added to the voices in his head. Snapping back to reality, the werewolf glared at the blonde. “Shut up.” He spat, turning his attention back down to the book he was staring at.

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She  thumbs  silently  through  an  open  book,  eyes  wandering  across the  page,  a  gentle  unaware  hum  leaving  her  lips.

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Nothing fake, nothing false. A diamond in a sea of glass.      —  The Neon Demon (2016) dir. Nicolas Winding Refn