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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ“𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐨… dan 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒐.” Dan kilatan warna merah menyambar dua kali, mengarah pada @avoidantcomsu dan @sanctuaryroses. ㅤ ㅤ

"Even if you're not with, with me anymore." @heirofemer

"You know, if you really liked it here." Before he started to taint him and Aslan became unenjoyable. "Or if you wanna be. Free. I have many ways to keep you within my radar even if—" It was harder to imagine. But he had started, might as well end it corectly.—

His mother looked at him differently since then. Now he is spiralling. Feyre stopped his steps abruptly. "Do you want to stay here?" came out more simpler than what he intended to ask.

should left his mouth. "I'm a bit tired." he told Aslan. To buy time. They still spun around the room like a pair of wind-up toys that he used to play with in his mother's study. It was made of porcelain. He broke its arms apart before long.—

An oversway—his steps halted a beat, but he saved it with grace. Another spin. He let his grip loose. "You know." he started, ignoring a feeling waiting to be processed, "No, not that—" he restarted. "Aslan, do you like this place?" @heirofemer

It won't be for long. He had believed it wouldn't be long before he changed him to fit his mold, to be the perfect specimen inside his twisted collection. But it had been years, and he still remained a constant. Something that he wouldn't admit; Aslan is different.

Feyre's eyes scanned the crowd. The music adorning the air was quite palatable. He hummed along, low. "Let's dance," a pull on Aslan's sleeve, with purpose. He brought them to the dance floor in a stride. "You couldn't have forgotten how to, could you?" @heirofemer

maybe he's a tad bit, nervous. So he pointed out a fact. "You look good." Feyre took the elder's arm in his. @heirofemer

Enak? Gorengnya pakai minyak baru kan?

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What kind of tantrum is it now.

Hm.

a sneeze. "You truly don't have some hidden mistress lying around? I don't appreciate my dog being in heat and flaunting himself to any bitches available." it was crude and low. Feyre grimaced at his own choice of word. But what said has been said. @heirofemer

"That's to be expected. Why'd you have to ask?" It has no other meaning than simple confusion. Feyre blinked. "You finally learned...the etiquette they always drilled you with?" That, too, is a genuine question. Feyre even began to look concerned. His trance is broken by—

and apparently someone wants to take a bite of it. Unforgiveable. Truly unbelievable. He stills. "You. Will. Go. With. Me." there is simply no other choice. @heirofemer

—been fun huh? Ishouldve locked you up. Shouldve pour that resin and closed the cage—" He knows how he must've looked to Aslan. It is not normal, but he couldn't help it, and he didn't care enough to change it. Especially since, apparently, his property is not properly stored—

So many thoughts inside his head, each one louder than the rest. The outcome was a low, almost a whisper, rasps: "Who?" @heirofemer