❆ █  ▌▌ 𝕄𝕪  𝕚𝕔𝕖  𝕓𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤   ( 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 )  ࿐ᐤ  
            【  𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐸𝒮  】⇢  7/3 

█▐ ❆ ࿐ᐤ  ❝ UH. . . ❞ Gray tried to relax his stiffened, stressed expression &&. steadied his gaze a few inches downward, the descent causing their eyes to meet.  ❝ Y’er a lit’le late there, Sorano, but— ❞  He paused, articulating himself. Although it should’ve seemed apparent that their association, while possibly changed, had not done so DRASTICALLY—- he had just been, for lack of a better word, baffled, a fairly good tell that although they were no longer mortal enemies- Gray was searching for something a bit more overt.

       &&. that was WHEN he noted the bruise lining her prodding knuckles, a grotesque residue against her wraith-like skin.

    No punching beautiful girls, right? Well, he didn’t. And he wouldn’t like it when beautiful girls punched him, either. But he sure as hell bet that Sorano’s knuckles had just sent few bastards to jail with broken jaws. Is that what they do in Crime Sorcière? Beautiful girls punching assholes? 

Not like he cares about their agenda, anyway. At least these smart guys get their jobs done WITHOUT demolishing the whole town.

       Without another word, Gray swiftly collected her porcelain hand within his own rough &&. chilling one. Instinctively, his grip became TIGHT, but it was loosened moments afterward when icy lips gently landed upon the violet galaxy that marred her skin. He took her hand in a tender kiss, angel dust &&. soft touch—– lingering long enough for the coolness of his lips to resculpt her flesh and engrave her wound.

Then he recoiled with a lopsided smile.

          ❝ —– Ice for swellings. ❞