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don't know if i ever have. faust muttered, his voice low, laced with a certain edge. his gaze lingered for a moment, looking not at her but beyond, as though searching for something just out of reach. he didn’t make a move, didn’t offer anything more than the quiet truth of his words.
he was used to unrest, to the gnawing discomfort that came with never fully letting go. still, there was something about silvertongue—something that eased the weight for a moment, made him forget how tightly he was wound. maybe tonight, he added, the slightest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips, though it was quick to fade.