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Neo’s POV Sitting at my desk, my mind is consumed by the image of Skyler, completely engulfed in those Scarabs she fondly referred to. It's astonishing how she fearlessly caressed them, treating them as harmless creatures, before they obediently scurried away from her and disappeared into the earth. It's as if they hold no threat, no potential for danger or death. This scene continues to play in my mind, leaving me both fascinated and perplexed by Skyler's unwavering trust in these seemingly treacherous insects.

She retorted. Dante glared at her with pure irritation. "Azura, behave," Elijah warned. "I didn’t say anything wrong." She remarked, shrugging. She sure had fucking good balance. Skyla jumped off the swing, rushing over to Kiara, and I looked down at Kat. "So, what do you want. Ice cream in a cone or bowl, and which flavour?" She shook her head. "I don’t want any, thank you." She replied, shaking her head. I frowned and gave a small nod.

They lie at random, who fell where, exhausted, deafened, and Kit's fingers slowly wander from one to the other, caressing quietly and gratefully. Darkness can't... Keith. One. The only one. Ki-tsu-ne. A syllable for each of her men. Three steps up the stairs to hell. Three steps up the stairs to heaven. kitsune Kitsune copper-eyed - Cunning red creature, sweeps tails, Weaves an unreal fairy tale: Promises January Exchange for compliant May, A soulless photo For tenderness and eternal affection. Grinds small teeth In the familiar grin of the gods, I know - it will destroy, not in a year