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Ooc — Victoria
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It's okay. I made you wait a super long time for this and I apologize! <3
Right brow quirked into a wicked arch over the eye as the woman implored for him to
tell her. Tell her what, precisely, he wondered? What occupied his mind when he was alone to it? Or of the grievances that he faced? The girl who had stolen his heart and returned it even more mangled than it had been before (though the fault more than likely belonged on Sin's own shoulders), or of the wretched child, beloved to him even as he felt stinging and burning contempt for the ungrateful cur? No. He would not divulge such things to her. Sharing was not something that Sinaaq practiced and when he was forced into it it was not something that he did well. He was selfish when applied to the sharing of something physical but he kept his demons close to his
black heart in regards to sharing in the psychological sense. Telling her what occupied his mind was not anything he had any sort of intentions of doing. Thoughts were private, unknown and unheard for a
reason and if he wished to share them he would have spoken them aloud; however: he hadn't; and
sharing would give the false impression of a trust that he did not feel, nor would he willingly feel.
He did not know her from Eve; though looking back, not even Adlartok had been allowed to see so deeply into Sinaaq. He had kept himself a mystery from even the infection; painfully the creature that he missed and hated the most in the world.
The art of seduction was not one that Sinaaq often found himself intrigued by, simply because he was a recluse by nature, though he understood how Quicksilver was quick to give to the temptations. Her wink and followed suggestion, only if you want, did not fall upon blind eyes or deaf ears. Sinaaq understood — or rather thought he did — what she was doing. The svelte darkling made a soft noise in his throat, eyelids lowering as ears rested at half mast atop his skull, before a leer was given, playing smoothly at the corners of Sinaaq's lips as he teased her with it for a few seconds before breathing an torrid and abrasive "No."