'And yet, you spent yourself, in my arms. And you were beautiful in that moment. You tasted Heaven on your lips, felt it screaming in your blood.'
He weaves no magics around the words, for he would see what remains of the bond between them, from Javert's side of the equation. He simply speaks quiet and low, his voice rich, his words carefully enunciated.
'There will come a time, on the edge of sleep, when you imagine my lips against your ear, my breath on your skin. And you will grow heavy with want. I bent your proud neck, gypsy, it's true. But there was within, a moment of sweet, surrender. And you cannot deny that.'
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'And yet, you spent yourself, in my arms. And you were beautiful in that moment. You tasted Heaven on your lips, felt it screaming in your blood.'
He weaves no magics around the words, for he would see what remains of the bond between them, from Javert's side of the equation. He simply speaks quiet and low, his voice rich, his words carefully enunciated.
'There will come a time, on the edge of sleep, when you imagine my lips against your ear, my breath on your skin. And you will grow heavy with want. I bent your proud neck, gypsy, it's true. But there was within, a moment of sweet, surrender. And you cannot deny that.'