[ oh, and how Sprezzatura Vaux loves to be told she is special. for a moment all she does is linger in that. she does not tell him that there are others—that his heart belongs to more than her. she wants it to belong only to her in this moment. ]
Herlock...
[ she brings her hand away to instead wrap her arms around him again, nuzzling down into his own neck. she kisses him there. ]
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Herlock...
[ she brings her hand away to instead wrap her arms around him again, nuzzling down into his own neck. she kisses him there. ]