It was always far too easy. They came to him, like flies to carrion. He allowed her near, even drawing to a stop before her as she spoke, yet he always kept himself facing her directly, with no hint to the second face. “Spare me, woman,” the remark fell from his lips so casually. “I am not interested.” It was all part of the ruse, the hellish game he was forced to play. Whores of the East End would fear a man who paid far too much interest. A man who was eager to lead them astray and reveal a steel dagger. He, however, knew better how to have his way.
His words only caused her smirk to grow. Her hazel eyes wandered along his wealthy clothed body and she gave him a sarcastic nod. “Of course not, sweetheart. I am sure you came here to buy groceries.” When Elsa’s gaze reached his stern face, she tilted her head slightly to the side. Slowly, she lifted up one of her dainty hands to toy with one single button of his coat. “Mm, what are you interested in, Mister?”
I'm German too, so I don't use a translator to make Elsa babble in her native language. As it's MY first language too, I'd like to apologize for the silly English mistakes I make.
Doing some language / business studies.
Old soul, bookworm, part time vegetarian, Stevie Nicks freak, always eager to travel.
Sometimes, when I'm really bored, I take icon requests. Don't be shy to ask!
Oh, and, whenever you see this silly cupcake down there, you'll know that the mun's talking, not Elsa.
That's it, I guess. I hope you haven't expected something special here. You're awesome.
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