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   “– Don’t be concerned.” Nonchalance evident in her words, as crimson eyes stared down at the small slash wound she had on her arm, blood trickling down from another small gash across her right cheekbone. “Those reapers have been dealt with. I’m fine.”

         ⊰ ✿ ⊱  — ❛ You’re asking me not to be ?   ❜   She begins, a captivated audience of one. Silicone drift of words swaying her movements ; a caressed storyteller ; wings of a clear cadence. ( moved away from a stained memory. ) :  the wind’s susurration leads promises of eloquence, freedom from fretted tragedy as she sighs lightly, honeyed irises patiently waiting for adaptation. Lowly, she calls for warmth to take over the dull throbbing in her chest at the thought of her own : the fire that lays idle within her belly ; tenderhearted she burns.  ❛ You’re hurt, that gives me reason to be concerned.  ❜