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| [attr="class","statimg"]  | [attr="class","statlyr"] ❝I'M A PROTECTOR [attr="class","statsub"] merely one amidst millions trying to help. |
[attr="class","stattext"]There was nobody waiting on Emmet, nor was he necessarily searching for anybody whenever he glanced away from Christina. For years his wife had been gone, Marina appearing to have no plans to return to the living world; it made him wonder if she discovered her soulmate. While the nobleman felt slightly hurt from the notion, he would be pleased with his former life finding the individual she was destined to stand beside. Although, there was something inside supporting the entire idea of everything being alright despite Marina’s absence. The woman he absolutely loved being deceased would not herald the ending of his happiness, evident by this acute pang of joy he felt when around Christina. There was a special quality to this white-haired beauty which resulted in adrenaline pumping through Emmet’s veins, his heartbeat spiking because of her presence. She was a woman who brought thrills into his life, making it difficult for him to feel comfortable around her; he found himself nervous and energetic instead. Joy was evident throughout the entire duration of time which she was present, as though a force was insisting towards a hidden connection. Between them, there was something important and magical, an unexpected transpiration considering they were opponents on the field of war.
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Presumably, these notions were the reason Emmet was hesitating to weave through the crowd and search for another hunter of his unit. Capturing the Ice Queen was important, yet, he desired more time to interact with the enchanting woman beneath the alias. She managed to make the dance less unbearable, his thoughts deterring to those fixated on his dead wife. While he remained close to Christina, a slight blush on his face, the nobleman was uncertain what his emotions were towards her. Everything mixed and violently brawled against one another, his lieutenant half reminding him that associating himself with the enemy like this was wrong while something inside screamed otherwise. These inner emotions kept the demon stationary, the magic of this enchanting moment gaining his fixation with ease. When the white-haired woman inched closer, the red on his face increased as he recognized the movements she made towards him; they were ones his deceased wife made numerous times. His yellow eyes fixated on her, the entire party around them disappearing as her lips moved closer, the magic captured at the moment keeping his attention.
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Chains bound him to his spot, the lieutenant allowing her soft lips to press against his. Kissing Christina was a thrilling accomplishment, Emmet’s heart palpitating wildly the instant her delicate lips touched his own. The moment was spectacular, a thousand tiny fireworks exploding across their lips from the spark created by the action. Rapidly, the demon’s heart thumped against the sternum of his chest as he enjoyed the blissful opportunity. Since Marina met her demise, he failed to feel these types of overwhelming emotions for what felt like centuries. The duration of their kiss increased, Emmet releasing her wrist to gently wrap his arms around Christina’s waist, pulling her closer. These emotions were addicting, the lieutenant becoming mesmerized by the feeling of their lips being pressed together. Blood pooled in his cheeks, turning them a deep red as he got fully distracted by the white-haired soldier’s presence. Eventually, the lieutenant side of his brain spoke, reminding him of the objective, shock abruptly touching his expression.
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Suddenly, the demon pulled away entirely, releasing Christina to place distance between them. They were enemies, destined to fight on the battlefield until somebody was captured or died. The dark-haired man stared, surprised by his inability to resist the temptation during those few moments of kissing.
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“I… I… that… that’s wrong,” he mumbled.
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Fraternizing with a known Assembly soldier was entirely against TRS protocol, Emmet easily imagining how quickly he would be relieved of his duties should his co-workers find out. There was hesitation before the nobleman’s face turned serious, his hand reaching out to try and snatch Christina’s wrist. He needed to find a TRS member with a radio or procure a new one; he needed to arrest the Ice Queen for her crimes against Lorsette. It was simply the way things had to be.
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Presumably, these notions were the reason Emmet was hesitating to weave through the crowd and search for another hunter of his unit. Capturing the Ice Queen was important, yet, he desired more time to interact with the enchanting woman beneath the alias. She managed to make the dance less unbearable, his thoughts deterring to those fixated on his dead wife. While he remained close to Christina, a slight blush on his face, the nobleman was uncertain what his emotions were towards her. Everything mixed and violently brawled against one another, his lieutenant half reminding him that associating himself with the enemy like this was wrong while something inside screamed otherwise. These inner emotions kept the demon stationary, the magic of this enchanting moment gaining his fixation with ease. When the white-haired woman inched closer, the red on his face increased as he recognized the movements she made towards him; they were ones his deceased wife made numerous times. His yellow eyes fixated on her, the entire party around them disappearing as her lips moved closer, the magic captured at the moment keeping his attention.
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Chains bound him to his spot, the lieutenant allowing her soft lips to press against his. Kissing Christina was a thrilling accomplishment, Emmet’s heart palpitating wildly the instant her delicate lips touched his own. The moment was spectacular, a thousand tiny fireworks exploding across their lips from the spark created by the action. Rapidly, the demon’s heart thumped against the sternum of his chest as he enjoyed the blissful opportunity. Since Marina met her demise, he failed to feel these types of overwhelming emotions for what felt like centuries. The duration of their kiss increased, Emmet releasing her wrist to gently wrap his arms around Christina’s waist, pulling her closer. These emotions were addicting, the lieutenant becoming mesmerized by the feeling of their lips being pressed together. Blood pooled in his cheeks, turning them a deep red as he got fully distracted by the white-haired soldier’s presence. Eventually, the lieutenant side of his brain spoke, reminding him of the objective, shock abruptly touching his expression.
[break][break]
Suddenly, the demon pulled away entirely, releasing Christina to place distance between them. They were enemies, destined to fight on the battlefield until somebody was captured or died. The dark-haired man stared, surprised by his inability to resist the temptation during those few moments of kissing.
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“I… I… that… that’s wrong,” he mumbled.
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Fraternizing with a known Assembly soldier was entirely against TRS protocol, Emmet easily imagining how quickly he would be relieved of his duties should his co-workers find out. There was hesitation before the nobleman’s face turned serious, his hand reaching out to try and snatch Christina’s wrist. He needed to find a TRS member with a radio or procure a new one; he needed to arrest the Ice Queen for her crimes against Lorsette. It was simply the way things had to be.
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