[ he smiles, and bends to kiss her forehead, lingering as he is entitled to, even only in these private moments. ]
I fell through the rift to tempt you, mademoiselle.
[ his hand on her hip, too, an embrace that last only a little while and has no chance of turning into anything else. he is scheduled to eat here, and then return to the gallows. there is not time for more. ]
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I fell through the rift to tempt you, mademoiselle.
[ his hand on her hip, too, an embrace that last only a little while and has no chance of turning into anything else. he is scheduled to eat here, and then return to the gallows. there is not time for more. ]
Naturally. As if I would be kept from it.