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In her arrogant triumph, she smirked - just a small pouting of the lips; a narrowing of the eyes and a tilting of the head. It was so subtle, it was even more infuriating for Daisy who caught a glimpse of it after making the foolish mistake.

By missmilton, September 6, 2013.
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The left side of his faint red lip tugged upwards creating a sinister smirk on his god like face; casting a spell of lust to eyes that dare look his way.

By sam, October 18, 2013.
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Ian was always all about business; deadlines, meetings and schedules. His face was never readable, like he left his emotions on the coffee table before work and scooped them up on the way in. But one day I turned in a way he hadn't anticipated and our eyes met. Him not the blank page he liked to project and me taken aback. After an awkward moment the corner of his mouth twitched into his cheek. It transformed him from someone cold into someone I wished I knew better. Just a smirk. That's how it all began.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 26, 2014.
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I could have walked away had it not been for the smirk. That little rise in the corner of his mouth he was oblivious to combined with the cool detachment in his eyes sealed his fate. Not only had he taken Sasha away from me, it was giving him inner delight. He was savouring the moment. By striking out my cover would be blown, little girls just don't take out mafiya henchmen. So I carried on walking. But before I got to my motorbike I knew when, where and how his sorry little life would end.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 26, 2014.
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I had seen her so many times on the brink of tears, out of control, spinning into the mire of her own anxious thoughts. But today her face was entirely different, she looked like she'd just stepped out of the forest after a hike. She looked fresh, radiant, composed. Her customary frown wasn't quite a smile, but it turned upward to one cheek. Perhaps she thought a full grin wasn't appropriate after an exam but the smirk was a welcome sign.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 25, 2014.
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I was used to his defeated face, he wore it every day. I liked it. It meant I was in-charge and he was my patsy. He rounded the corner with the same old stupid wooly hat over his blonde curls and of course his eyes were downcast. Then he tilted his head upwards, instantly I realized the reason he had studied the filthy tarmac right up to my toes, his face was one of barely concealed glee, there was triumph in those mud-brown eyes and his mouth twitched upwards on the left, dimpling his cheek. Damn-it if he wasn't smirking at me. He'd better have come with an army or it'll be my job to wipe it off. I won't enjoy it mind you, but a job's a job and orders are orders. Then out of the shrouding mist came many footfalls, that made things simpler. No blood today, just myself to extricate. His smirk won't last long, but he'll live to tell the tale.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 25, 2014.
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The smirk grew over his face like a lazy teacher's check mark, the faded "red ink" stretching up into his dimple.

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Travis glanced over, his face cast as dead-pan as he could manage, yet he failed. There at the corner of his would-be sombre lips was a crease of amusement.