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stumbling backward , she ends up falling to the ground in a fit of laughter , ever joyous to have his presence once more .
“ oh i’ve missed ya , fen !”
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there’s a dramatic huff of annoyance , all too used to being picked on that she didn’t realize it’s with light - hearted intent .
“ .. thank you . but , word of advice , don’t grab them by the lenses . you got your fingerprints all over them ; you’d be a terrible criminal . “
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haunting , miserable memories that bring about rage she leaves specifically for that night .
“ what’s it to ya anyway ? what are ya interrogatin’ me ?”
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mercy’s arms cross over her chest , glaring eyes to match her defensiveness . “ a’ course i remember . like it was yesterday .”
a strange tightness occurs in her chest while she attempts to push down the memories . »
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Silas’s scarred complexion kept it’s rather broody and stoic appearance not rising to match the witch’s ill-attempt at humour.
Instead, he kept his suspicion, trying to see if anything in her demeanour or stringed words posed any threat.
“ And, do ya recall the—