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How old is he?

  'How old is he?' 'Old enough to want what you're pretending to offer.' She smirked. Allowed her brutal nails to trail blood over her naked thigh. She caught his focused stare, so she smirked some more. 'I remember you were that young. Once' she purred. 'And you never were. That young.' he replied flatly. Her eyes flared. It was his turn to smirk.

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he spoke in a roll of whispers...

as the sun sets...

...beauty lies between the bloody outstretched hand of the Lady...

...the willing sacrifice of youth...

...he was tall, slim...

...she wore a necklace of human skulls...

...ghosts, stretched and thin...

the slender ghosts of gods...

Prince of the wintering storms...

the sway of you against my skin...