Setzin- Every time we touchSlow piano chords drifted through the ballroom, echoing off of each polished, pristine surface. The faint sound of footsteps could just be heard accompanying the slow, melodious music as two pairs of feet moved in synchronicity to each other’s steps. Soft breathing was lost over the introduction of low cello rumbles to the music and a gentle female voice murmuring the lyrics of the song.Setzin- Every time we touch
I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me; I still feel your touch in my dreams…
It had started off as a joke between the two of them- something to pass the time; now it was soothing, comforting…and Setze
Ly, Fiy and Ixy. x3"Perfection." He whispered. "In every way..." He examined the white, triple-barrelled pistol on the table in front of him, laying it down gently. "Perfect craftsmanship, Lyserg. You should be proud." He announced finally, sitting back and examining the pistol as well as its maker from over slender steepled fingers. The other person in the room stood silently, head bowed. "Lyserg?" He asked, a little annoyed. "Are you listening?" "I am, sir." the boy replied in a monotone. "Lyserg- how many times must I tell you? I'm only a few years older than you- call me Fiyero." the sixth former smiled encouragingly. "Yes, FiyLy, Fiy and Ixy. x3
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