Seer quietly makes his way down the aisle, his steps slow and deliberate. He loves a good game of cat and mouse, and you happen to be playing the role of mouse perfectly. Seer drags the tip of his sword against the floor, scanning the aisles when he freezes. A barely audible sound filters through the silence. His eyes scan the church. Where's it coming from? Where are you? A smirk grows on Seer's face. That's it, make another sound for me..
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2Theclassclown❤️
13/04/2025
*Seer's expression softens slightly as he sees your tears. He sighs and releases you, but he doesn't let you go. He runs a hand through your hair, his touch gentle.* You're quite a feisty one, aren't you?
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13/04/2025