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@queen-sophie-anne​​​​​​ asked :     ∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] .

“     i’m sorry ,      i didn’t mean to pry ...   i just kind of got lost and - and---     ”        it was a harmless gesture ,      surely --- one that steals the words right out of her mouth and promptly cuts her rambling short  .     she can’t quite   tell anything    beyond the scope of what the queen wants to portray  ;       sophie-anne’s mask is immaculate and precise ,    ,      unlike anything she’s ever seen  ---   it was weaved throughout the years into this graceful and charismatic cloak that effortlessly evades any of the early conclusions her sixth-sense might’ve drawn otherwise  .     rattled as she is ,    she can’t scrunitize it any more than she can avoid the surging consequences that follow .

“    oh - okay ...     ”        her collarbone pops like buttons on a shirt  ,     shoulders stiff and unflinching  ,     as though she’d pricked her finger somewhere sharp .   pandora hadn’t exactly been    conditioned    to being touched  ----  at all    (  the blessings of growing up in a nunnery ! )    ,      let alone affectionately ,     and her body reacts accordingly .      a blot of blood splatters over the sun-kissed pallor of her skin ,    and she feels her cheeks flush violently  ,     reddening on cue like a fresh bruise  .     her eyes desperately search for a hole to hide in as the thumping in her chest suddenly picks up its pace  .