kaz ruby 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

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She didn’t make it far. A half step, at best. That’s all it took for him to reconsider. He caught her by the crook of her arm, tugging her into a pirouette. She managed to cut him a single, questioning look before he bent down and closed the remaining space between them. This time around, he did it right.
kaz ruby 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅
WHAT IS HE DOINGGGGG
I Am Made of Death
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