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feet remain planted for a few moments before she finds somewhere to take a seat. brows pinching together as she studies him. “start explaining. now.”
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“ you should take a few breaths and perhaps sit down first. ”
he mumbles, hands rubbing his face and then running through his dark strands. “ it's a little bit complicated. ”
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brows furrow, a step taken backward as she stares at the male before her. “you should probably give that explanation then.”
her heart pounds in her chest and she can only stare for a few moments.
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a heated breath escapes from his lips. he straightens up a little bit, hands running through the chestnut coloured strands. “ i know how this looks but i have a very… well, partially, sensible explanation. ”
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her breath catches and her eyes go wide as she peers around him at the flame shooting outward. she’s quiet for a few moments before her gaze lands on his face. “holy . . .” she trails off, trying to wrap her head around what just happened.
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ᅳ @scriptumarcane ;
“ guess we're even now,” he breathes out sharply, as he's the one throwing himself in front of her, but this time the fire is around him, and then in his hands, scorching the figure running away.
great. an unexpected revelation.
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a small shrug is given as her arms cross over herself loosely. “i will.” she replies simply.
there’s a dull throb in her cheek, but it’s manageable. she’ll be able to take care of it herself until it heals —— it certainly wouldn’t be the first time she &&.
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his gaze shift downward, a brief yet scrutinising glance at her hands. the blood, spilled by his own carelessness. amazing, he scolds himself.
he should’ve just scorched that asshole’s face. “ and who’ll take care of it? ” he asks, genuinely curious. once again +
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she takes in a heavy breath, lips parting for a moment but no words come out. “i’m not so sure that makes it much better . . . i don’t think he’d be very proud.”
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“ if it offers you solace , ” the angel spoke , their eyes seeking the other’s comfortingly . “ whoever you have lost has returned to the earth . they are with you in every breath . ”
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she nods, moving to stand. hands wiping on her jeans —— the blood on her fingertips has already dried but she doesn’t like to look at it. “i know what you mean.”
“don’t worry, it’ll be taken care of.” she murmurs with another nod. hands tucking into &&.
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he places the box in its place, straightening his clothes. there are blood stains here and here. god, he needs to clean them. “ guess i can't really help it. ”
“ you should put some cream there occasionally. ”
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she falls quiet for a few moments, her gaze falling to her hands. however, a faint laugh soon escapes her. “yeah . . . you seem like the type.” she jokes.
her eyes land on the man again and she offers a small smile. “thank you . . . again.”
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“ it seems like you do. ” he swallows slightly and then he puts all the rubbish in the bin.
then he rummages the box, finding a clean plaster. “ well, unfortunately i am like a trouble magnet. so i will probably get into a new one right after this one. ” he chuckles. +