sirens | i.

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he leans back in his seat with a nonchalant air.

music sizzles us into silence.

i laugh out loud from my crackled nerves.

i wrap my fingers around his locks to give him a tease

but he's unmoved.

he's no stranger to sirens.

their spells are powerless against him.

yet every time he looks my way

i can read his thoughts.

they bleed on my heart with a tantalizing hum.

and i wait.

and wait.

and wait.

・・・

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