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prompt six | D E M O N S be careful in casting out your devil ‘lest you cast out the best thing about you. ( friedrich nietzsche )

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[complicit]

[ Something colors her voice, low and dangerous (heady), when Ruth speaks again. ] I like you. Arguably, it's something of a prerequisite. [ Them being siblings and all. ]

You just happen to be morbid at the same time.

[duplicit]

It's suggested reading.

[ Still, he doesn't pursue the argument, reaching out to adjust the shoulder of her blouse. ]

Morbid or not, doesn't make it any less true.

[complicit]

[ He adjusts the shoulder of her blouse and Ruth lowers her gaze to survey his handiwork, reaching up to catch his wrist with one hand while readjusting the silken slip with the other. ]

It'll never happen and we both know that. Which means the point is moot and all we're doing is wasting one another's time, trying to look clever or be difficult or both. ] Her fingers tighten around Saul's wrist — not painful, but vaguely possessive. ] Mmm?

[duplicit]

[ Her grasp upon his wrist tightens but he doesn't try to shake her loose, instead raising his other hand to run his fingers along the line of her jaw, pressing dangerously close as his gaze flickers between hers and the bow of her lips. ]

Just making sure, sis.