bullseye 𖣠

"Yes..."

He smiled faintly. He seemed unaware that he was smiling. He could have chosen a flower... even if it was silly. He watched Winter as he wandered among the seeds.

Mm.

#SeductiveSunday

Devil. 😈

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You there?

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He nodded his head in agreement. Seeds, flowers... He wasn't interested in any of that. Instead, he followed Winter. He tried to keep his head from bumping into anything, occasionally shielding it with his hand.

"Let's get you some flower seeds. A beautiful flower."

"Can I make a goat sound?"

He smiled slightly. He raised one eyebrow. He didn't know why he said it. But still... He wanted to say it. He licked his lips and scratched his neck.

"Forget it. Let's pretend I never said it, shall we?"

𝒩𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽.

・ 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚜𝚑𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚎・

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𝙾𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 ♡

Even though he was no longer in love with Julie, he wouldn't disrespect her memory.

"Thank you..."

He turned his head away; the thought had disturbed him.

He frowned. He could sense discomfort on face opposite him. People who claimed not to know their own feelings could go to hell, because he knew them all too well! He paused for a few seconds and stepped back. He didn't want to upset someone, unless they were his enemy. Julie would have hated that.+

"Just as I thought..."

He let the man drag him along. His lips curled upwards and he smoothed his hair. All the while, he was following Winter.

“Is there anything I need to protect you from on the way there? No offence, mate, but... you look like you'd take a candy offer from a bad guy.”

He grumbled. He nodded in agreement and pointed the way.

“Let's go, Heidi.”

“Call it madness if you like. But... I suppose there’s a lot of madness in mythology, isn’t there? What I do, an ordinary god would do for pleasure.”

My job isn't to put on a show... If someone becomes my target, I'll definitely shoot them. That can't happen in a show..."

He grinned, showing his teeth; he wanted to show he was enjoying this.+

"Definitely a human target. If I killed an animal, that would be truly psychopathic..."

His lips curled upwards. He shook his head from side to side. Dex's talent wasn't something you'd see at any carnival. He licked his lips as he withdrew his fingers.

"You've misunderstood me, sweetheart.+

𝐹𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁.

・ 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚊・

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𝙾𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 ♡

𝒟𝒾𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓂 ❔❔

・ 𝙲𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎 ・

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𝙾𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 ♡

of the body beside him and leaned towards it.

“I haven’t missed a single target yet.”

"I don't remember their names, but... I can get used to them."

His lips curved upwards. He sighed softly and smiled.

"Would you like to see my talent? I can hit anything I aim at. Even with my eyes closed."

He ran his fingers over the shoulder+

When he noticed the snake's disappointment, he sighed. If he hadn't listened to his therapist and started treatment, he wouldn't have cared, but he wanted to experience something in terms of emotions. He stretched his fingers forward and reached out his hand towards the snakes.+

His lips curled upwards and he nodded his head in agreement.

"Hmm. My expectations are very high."

Which one?

turn people to stone too? Just like Medusa..."

He folded his arms across his chest. As he slowly circled the body in front of him, his fingers roamed around his waist.

"Such power would be both beautiful and cursed..."

"There are too many names... Really.

He scowled. Even though he was sure it wouldn't bite him, he didn't like snakes. As he backed away, he brushed imaginary dust off his shoulder. He raised one eyebrow and watched the face opposite him for a moment.

"Do you have the power to+

Should this have scared me or should I have liked it?

He raised one eyebrow. It couldn't be said that he liked snakes. He kept his eyes fixed on Aspis's face. He raised one eyebrow as he licked his lips.

"Are you sure? They all look like they're going to bite me. That wouldn't be very nice. You know... They're not very polite."

As he reached out his hand to him, he gently squeezed it.

“Benjamin Poindexter. You can call me Dex if you like. Or whatever you want...”

He smiled softly.

“Really? Oh... Thanks.”

He crossed his arms over his chest. Keeping his eyes on the man, he pushed the gun away.

“Does it matter? Anyway, what was your name?”

"Hmm. Actually, someone closer. One of your old enemies. I didn't ask his name. But he hated you."

“Like Medusa?”

He raised his eyebrows.

“I won’t tell anyone what I’ve been working on.”

“So, what are you?”