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It's strange, really, to stand without having to carefully balance due to clothes or shoes. It's strange, standing in front of her mirror and examining his naked body while she recovers from the intensity of the last hour and a half.
It's strange that, despite his well-trained hearing, he doesn't hear her stand up or approach him from behind, that he doesn't really notice her until her lips are pressed to the center of the tattoo across his shoulders, reminding him of who he is and of the promises he's made.
The High Lord of Agony will not be distracted.
It's strange that, despite his well-trained hearing, he doesn't hear her stand up or approach him from behind, that he doesn't really notice her until her lips are pressed to the center of the tattoo across his shoulders, reminding him of who he is and of the promises he's made.
The High Lord of Agony will not be distracted.
