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The raven stiffens as much smaller hands cup his face. Golden optics widening, staring directly into violet. He wasn’t sure of what to do, so ( mostly out of fear ) he stands there, tense. Ready to pull away from her if she meant any harm. “What are you..–?” He’s greatly alarmed.
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