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THE REINCARNATE OF BALERION
MURPHY VUTARITH
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" Yer in the wind , i'm in the water
Nobody's son , and nobody's daughter . . "
โ genuine. Vulnerable, almost. โYou couldโve just told meโฆโ She spoke, her voice soft. Disappointed. โLook, Iโm notโ Exactly good at this either, okay? I get it. I wouldโve understood, if you had just talked to me.โ
Something shifted behind her eyes; Something broken shattering even further, like a shard of glass splintering into a million tiny pieces. It took everything within Elara in order to keep her composure. Behind closed lips, her tongue trailed past pearly whites, before โ
It's crude, so fitting for what he's seen of her character through the memories of her dead friend. Seth watched the bill disappear into the slot of her bra, another deal sealed away for keepsakes.
Two signatures of the God.
"Did you justโ" A slow blink, then the grin spreads.
โ truly felt.
A sigh left her, before finally relenting and settle down in the seat across from him. Arms folded, leaning onto the edge of the table. Completely ignoring a diner guest trying to get her attention, as her eyes cautiously found his face once more. Now, more โ
โ without ever breaking eye contact, with a sense of pride on her face.
โItโs gonna take Oleg likeโฆ At least fifteen minutes to get that done, soโฆ You wanted to talk. Talk.โ
Twenty dollarsโ It didnโt click, perhaps. But something symbolic she couldnโt quite name made her freeze for just a second, just as she was reaching for the notepad in her cherry red apron. โNo, but I learned how to deal with douchebags.โ Her words were meant to cut, yet โ
Her emotional shield vibrates with a resistance the God is elated for. There's a laugh that drew from his throat, "Seventy-five percent? Jesus, Lara. Did you learn hostage negotiation or something while I was away?"
Quinn moved to settle down in the booth.
โ waitress in the diner, with a shrug of her shoulders.
โYou didnโt stop? Jesus, I wouldโve needed to stretch my legs every thirty minutes.โ She then remarked with a small frown, unsuspecting as she finally took the twenty dollar bill, shamelessly stoving it in her bra โ
โ blatant lie, barely covered by a smile that she quickly hid by pursing her lips. She knew it wasnโt true. And somewhere she expected Quinn to know the same.
โSoโฆ One hotdog and a coffee?โ She then asked, her voice just a tone sweeter than before, her mask wavering.
Elara was stubborn; It was her biggest character flaw. It always seemed to take the upper-hand in her little mannerisms. Even now, as she unwillingly withdrew completely. Arms folded over her chest, with eyes she forcefully narrowed in an hilariously failed attempt to look โ
He absorbed the broad range of emotions from her, inventorying each lick of vintage. Her defensiveness, the hurt, the loving blow to Quinn's arm.
The God is roaring in laughter from within, somewhere behind those ocean-warm eyes. "Ow," On cue he brought his hand up to rub overโ
โ working, so Iโm not gonna sit.โ Orโฆ That was the excuse she used to maintain some distance between her and the one guy she never wanted to let go off. โAlso Iโm seeing this really hot guy, whoโs loaded, so if he comes in here youโre going to pretend you donโt know me.โ A โ