It would. I've been craving a real challenge, you know.
[ Maybe that could be them.
This go-around, Tartaglia takes the full brunt of the blow, all so he can insinuate himself closer, faster than terror or conscious thought. Back into the fray he goes, pushing up against that friction, one crude fist taking a stilted trajectory for Mira's jaw. If he doesn't manage to land it, he'll drive closer to the edge of self-control, so wanting in his attentiveness that Mira can probably feel how deep this wickedness in him runs— like delight's synonymous with torture or something, daring hours of bodily pain for a never-ending adrenaline rush. ]
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[ Maybe that could be them.
This go-around, Tartaglia takes the full brunt of the blow, all so he can insinuate himself closer, faster than terror or conscious thought. Back into the fray he goes, pushing up against that friction, one crude fist taking a stilted trajectory for Mira's jaw. If he doesn't manage to land it, he'll drive closer to the edge of self-control, so wanting in his attentiveness that Mira can probably feel how deep this wickedness in him runs— like delight's synonymous with torture or something, daring hours of bodily pain for a never-ending adrenaline rush. ]