Date: 2006-11-17 12:08 am (UTC)
A sharp glare from Ishamael as she walked before he spoke softly out of her earshot. Straightening the cuffs of his sleeves, he remarked coldly.

"Do not tax my benevolence, my lady. As sure as I dote on what is mine, I revenge myself on the scorning of my gifts."
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