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FERNANDO SILPH
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POSTED ON Mar 30, 2021 6:16:30 GMT
[attr="class","spiral"]“ Hm?” He plays aloof when prodded. Most interpret Fernando’s tightlipped rhetoric as a means to avoid providing any insight. And, there’s a shred of truth to it. But sometimes, more often than not, he just likes fucking with people. Keeping them on their toes, always teetering on what he ‘could’ mean rather than what he actually means always brings a sense of self satisfaction. It makes him both unreadable and unique. Little does he know how much others despite him for it. “ Not always,” he continues, seemingly oblivious. But he’ll bite. Time to entertain. Especially when confronted with such juxtaposition of ideals. “ Well, here’s two answers then: one, I like you. Short and simple. The other?” He pauses, contemplating, before pulling her closer. His hand drops to her waist. To the point of no return. To where he pinches her to both tease and rile up his appetite. “ I really like you. Being a good lay is just a bonus.” Wherein she sought venom he looked to extinguish with heartfelt confession made up of lies and pandering. Fernando’s no stranger to women—to people in general. While all different in their own respects, they all require the same. Affection. Love. Admiration. Longing. Being desired. He speaks the truth of his own heart, mangled and battered, manipulated to construe a story believable enough to sink into the ocean of her soul. He wants her to feel something more. To fall for him genuinely. It makes her more malleable that way. “ The same reason why scientist share their discoveries. Why artist publish their art. I want the world to see what I see and realize what they’ve been missing.” His smile broadens, sinister like. “ There’s a bit of selfishness behind it, yes. But only because there is no greater satisfaction than finding a gem before anyone else. Knowing that it’s yours.” A small huff breaths between his nostrils as he wrinkles his nose at her. “ Is that all your consider yourself after all this time? A lay?” [newclass=.spiral]text-align: justify;font-family:calibri;font-size:14px; margin: 0 auto; width: 300px;[/newclass] [newclass=.spiral b]color: #90c1f9[/newclass]
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