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The laughter petered out and died, until only a puff of air was all that left him.
He groaned in irritation.
Damn her feelings!
I was only joking…
But alas, Grell couldn’t let her walk away.
His lips parted slightly as he groaned once more, his features bending downwards and his fists clenching up along with is jaw, but he relaxed, as he blew out another puff of breath, and rolled his eyes at her back.
“Annie!” he called, making his way toward her, “I’m sorry…it was only a jest, you know…”
The lady paused, teeth grinding together slowly as she contemplated leaving regardless. He wasn’t worth her time. He wasn’t worth anything. He wasn’t worth the pain or torment. Certainly not the dangerous coil of emotions that raged under the frail surface of her composure.
"I’m glad you can find such humour in my namesake, Sutcliff.“ She intoned darkly, voice like velvet and yet so very dangerous.
”Why stop? Keep going. Maybe there’s something left you haven’t walked over.“
(Source: demon-madam)
