She planned nothing mundane, but nothing particularly overwrought either. Sophia faced him as she backed down the hall, coyingly drawing him forward like a flame beckons a moth. There was far more distance between them than what she'd recently grown accustomed to, though she hoped he might close the distance.
"Well, no real magic," she hummed, feigning an apologetic look. She had finally stopped, her back against a door that had her name quite clearly emblazoned on a brass plaque in front of it. Her private dressing room. "I'm afraid to say that I'm fresh out of secrets to share with you, Ozymandias," she added, testing the sound of his first name on her tongue.
"Well, no real magic," she hummed, feigning an apologetic look. She had finally stopped, her back against a door that had her name quite clearly emblazoned on a brass plaque in front of it. Her private dressing room. "I'm afraid to say that I'm fresh out of secrets to share with you, Ozymandias," she added, testing the sound of his first name on her tongue.
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thank you gin for the set<3
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