Dance with the Devil [Seasonal Event]

RexannA your battle-worn tongue doesn't say the truth anymore that you are ruined Turning her head toward Archebold after she launched the rock at the gourd, her eyebrows lifted in a silent question to his response to her. “Audience?” She silently questioned, but didn’t ask as he turned to her, tossing his walking stick, and taking her by the hand. Her brows lifted further for a moment, but followed his lead, dancing with him along the bone bridge. Her feet moved, one finding a particularly squishy place to land in the face of a gourd and that’s when she realized. A small laugh slipped her lips, but she tightened her grip onto him, turning her sapphire gaze toward him in the hopes of catching his attention. “So help me, Archebold if they bite me.” She playfully threatened, while he moved and squashed more. Then, as they stopped to view the wreckage, she noticed that more came crawling toward them. She nodded to him with another beaming smile, grabbing onto his hand lightly and taking the lead this time. She moved with him, along the bridge like a bird, her feet kicking up enough to kick a few pumpkins and crush a few more before she let Archebold take the lead once more. She laughed again quietly to herself, shaking her head of dark hair. “So far so good.” She mentioned, referring to earlier with the threat of the pumpkins biting her. AND YOU WONDER WHY HE LETS YOU — THE BUTCHER TOUCH HIM — THE SUN

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