Zeynep Sude ️

Zeynep Sude ️
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As though choreographed, he stopped. I floundered in my tracks, nettled that I’d allowed him to take the lead in the first place. “By the way, that—” he circled his index finger between us, “—was a dance.” “It does not count. I was not concentrating.” “Precisely. That’s the reason it worked.” He tilted his head, layers of dark, disheveled hair slanting with the action.
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A pose both lazy and intentional, sinister and sinful. A devil who carried himself like a dancer.
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“She leaves her throne. She leaves her home. At night, she roams. The dark, her own. Alas, Princess. You’re not alone.”
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Even though I hate putting such labels on people, these individuals were divided into two groups: those who were 'insane' and those who were 'unwise.' Those whom this world called 'insane' were considered a danger to society. On the other hand, those whom this world called 'unwise' were forced into service in various ways.
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I saw vicious, green irises. I saw wicked lips and a great deal of trouble. A long, black diamond pierced through one amused eye. A simpler thread of kohl lined the other orb. He was older than me, perhaps exceeding my age by one or two years. Poet. A jester. A beautiful one.
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