Appetite for Destruction
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It was stupid, the jealousy she felt as she interacted with this stranger. His eyes followed her, as if he could look nowhere else. Had she truly enthralled yet another man with her dance? From the corner of her eye, she saw Magnus move closer, and frowned.

Only a fleeting frown, because the man had caught her stumble. Stabilizing her; no comment to the misstep. Just like her husband might have done. This felt like... a cruel, cruel joke. Especially as the man mentioned he had not been to Antiva in some time. This time, he offered his hand, and she stared. I'm... Whatever had not clicked previously, was clicking now. You should certainly visit. Her voice felt hollow.

Except she couldn't figure out if he did not know her, or if this was one of his games, made crueller by time. Can I see your face? It was with hesitation that she reached towards his mask, her other hand slipping into the proffered. Is it him? The question resounded in Magnus' mind, as she tried to pull his mask away. She needed a glimpse. She had to reassure herself this was not her husband. Just an unlucky stranger.

Someone was playing games with her, and she wasn't a fan.


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RE: Appetite for Destruction - by Magnus Rhysand - 03-25-2023, 10:06 PM
RE: Appetite for Destruction - by Magnus Rhysand - 03-28-2023, 02:55 PM
RE: Appetite for Destruction - by Eularia Lovette [DECEASED] - 03-31-2023, 01:28 PM
RE: Appetite for Destruction - by Magnus Rhysand - 04-03-2023, 05:57 PM
RE: Appetite for Destruction - by Magnus Rhysand - 04-06-2023, 01:39 PM