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She let herself be pushed to the door and, if the situation wasn't so upsetting, she would have enjoyed to have him towering over her smaller frame like that. Her eyes didn 't left his gaze, and for a moment, she drowned in it, admiring every emotion passing over. Did she hated life in itself ? No . What she dreaded was a life without him, returning to being an empty shell carrying on with her existance by automatic reflex, because Asra expected that from her. Julian had brought her back to life and she wouldn't let him be killed by those blood-thirsty vultures. No matter the price to keep him alive and well, the apprentice would pay it. As his hand found her neck, squeezing lightly, she pushed herself against it a lot more frankly to prove the point of her next words.
« A life without you isn't worth living. If I can't save you from your fate then I'll hang by your side. I love you Julian and I'm not scared of it nor am I scared to die. If this is our future then so be it ! But we're going to face it together. »
Unable to resist longer, one of her hands sneaked its way to the back of his neck, caressing his skin, and she joined their lips in a desperate kiss, attempting to pass all of her feelings through it.
♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room. Lysandre was furious. Once again this tall idiot was pushing her away for some nonsense and she was starting to become desperate. Why was he always walking away from love and care?! Couldn't he see how precious he was? The young woman slammed the door shut with a powerful blow, looking at him straight in the eyes, her own reflecting both hurt and exasperation."I won't let you walk away from me without clear and valid arguments Julian!"
He physically jumped when the door was slammed, staring at her for a brief moment before his gaze wandered off. Without a clear way out of the situation, Julian was seriously considering jumping out the window instead of having to face Lysandre’s wrath and his own problems, it was obvious from the way his eye was fixated on the shimmer of hope on the opposite wall. With a sigh, he brought a hand to his hair and brushed it out of his face while scratching his head, completely at a loss. His shoulders dropped with a deep sigh and so did his intent to leave.
“I can’t…keep anything from you, can I? You’re going to get yourself into a lot of trouble one day because of your attitude.”
The tone of his voice might have been harsh, but his expression was dumbfounded as to why someone would go to this sort of lengths for him of all people. His eye now fixed on her own, he closed the distance between them and pushed her back against the door, his elbow resting near her frame as he was leaning in, hovering above her with furrowed brows and a confused look in response to her hurt gaze.
“Do you hate your life that much? I told you…time and time again. I don’t want you to get into trouble for me. If you’re so much as seen with me, your neck will be on the gallows as well.”
At the mention of the gallows, his free hand wandered off to her neck and gave it a gentle squeeze to serve as warning. Although his words were meant to be pushing her away, he was the one leaning in, close enough for their lips to touch but not quite, just enough for his hot nervous breath to bounce back against his skin from her own.