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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Jun 17, 2019 22:24:24 GMT -5
Adelaide smiled at Matthias's comment, " You've got that right!" She said in response smiling slightly as she looked down at Dallas." Are you sure? I really don't want to impose, plus I have my dog with me. I really don't want to be too much of a hassle. You guys probably already have a lot going on, not to mention even more now because of this little incident." She said biting her lip anxiously. 'What am I thinking? I don't even know these people... But I really do need the gas, and I'm getting hungry...Oh well, If I die, well... I die',She thought to herself.
"I do wonder what he was doing out here all by himself, and well, half naked..."She said softly
She then turned back to Stitch and nodded at his comment, maneuvering herself ever so slightly so she could straddle his good leg, each of her legs on either side of his. She decided to do this instead of just plainly sitting on it for the simple reason that she was a very small girl, reaching 5'2 at best, weighing in around 110 lbs. She was a tiny 'ole thing. She thought she could best place her weight on him while holding him down this way.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 18, 2019 6:55:56 GMT -5
"Nonsense," Matthias told her. "If it hadn't been for Dallas, you might have already got gas and been on your way. He's held you up for a little bit, so we don't mind returning the favor. I work for the mechanics in town. I'm always offering people passing through with car troubles a place to stay. You won't be imposing." He wasn't lying, mostly. He did work for the mechanic in town, and sometimes he would offer certain people a place to sleep for the night until they figured out a game plan. He never did it too often. It would put his family in danger as well as make a couple of them mad. But this girl was barely older than Dallas. While that didn't mean she couldn't be a threat, the man didn't have the heart to just leave her on her own.
"And I can tell you what he was doing. He has a habit of going out for runs in the mornings. He must have parked his car off in the woods somewhere. We'll have to o find it later when he can remember exactly where it is." There was no such car, but the girl didn't need to know.
When everyone was in place, Stitch repeated the process of cleaning and stitching the wound on the boy's leg. Like before, he howled in protest, writhing to get away. He tried to lift his good leg to kick at the doctor, but found it trapped still, not in Matthias's iron grip, but still trapped. Again, if he was whole and healthy, he would have been able to send the girl flying. It was a good thing he wasn't. A few curses flew from his mouth, but Stitch ignored them. It was just a response to pain and his condition. Dallas wouldn't have been stupid enough to talk to him like that on a regular basis.
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jun 18, 2019 11:56:31 GMT -5
"Ah." Seth looked down with a small, almost sad, smile. He chuckled quietly, his gaze drifting toward the horizon. "Yeah, that was one of the things I looked forward to doing most too." He was quiet for a minute, before finally turning to face her again. "Well, I think it's a great idea. And it's probably the perfect training environment for you. Well, for everything but magic," he added with a small frown. He shook it off a moment later. "Regardless, you'll do great. Just try to leave a little time for some fun, for you and Corrik. You'd be surprised how much closer you two can get simply by goofing off."
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Jun 18, 2019 14:46:38 GMT -5
"Nonsense," Matthias told her. "If it hadn't been for Dallas, you might have already got gas and been on your way. He's held you up for a little bit, so we don't mind returning the favor. I work for the mechanics in town. I'm always offering people passing through with car troubles a place to stay. You won't be imposing." He wasn't lying, mostly. He did work for the mechanic in town, and sometimes he would offer certain people a place to sleep for the night until they figured out a game plan. He never did it too often. It would put his family in danger as well as make a couple of them mad. But this girl was barely older than Dallas. While that didn't mean she couldn't be a threat, the man didn't have the heart to just leave her on her own.
"And I can tell you what he was doing. He has a habit of going out for runs in the mornings. He must have parked his car off in the woods somewhere. We'll have to o find it later when he can remember exactly where it is." There was no such car, but the girl didn't need to know.
When everyone was in place, Stitch repeated the process of cleaning and stitching the wound on the boy's leg. Like before, he howled in protest, writhing to get away. He tried to lift his good leg to kick at the doctor, but found it trapped still, not in Matthias's iron grip, but still trapped. Again, if he was whole and healthy, he would have been able to send the girl flying. It was a good thing he wasn't. A few curses flew from his mouth, but Stitch ignored them. It was just a response to pain and his condition. Dallas wouldn't have been stupid enough to talk to him like that on a regular basis. There wasn't much of a choice that she had. She still felt weird accepting his offer though, She had no idea who theses people were. What if they were all just psycho lunatics that lived outside of town? So far they had been nothing but nice to her, but she still couldn't help but feel they weren't being completely transparent with her. She was in no position to decline the offer though.Adelaide nodded slightly to Matthias, "I really appreciate your generosity towards me."She said a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. It wasn't common for Adelaide to feel appreciated, mainly due to her parents and the way the treated her for so many years. The very reason that drive her away from home the night before, and well, turned it into miracle. 'To think if I hadn't left last night, who would have found Dallas? Would Matthias and Stitch even be here right now? Or would he have already passed out from the amount of blood loss he had endured?', Thinking silently to herself as she continued to process the offer from Matthias.
"Hmm, well I guess it was a good night for me to decide to move out. He really would have been out of luck if I hadn't decided to move. If you'd like, I'm not much of a doctor or even have any experience of caring for someone, but I'd like to help in some shape or form for your generosity towards me. I'm sure both you and Stitch are incredibly busy men, I wouldn't mind watching over and taking care of Dallas from time to time." She said, looking over at both Matthias and Stitch before adding, "Of course you'll need to show me a few things like, taking care of his wound cleaning it and how to dress it. But other than that I'd be a great babysitter" She joked, her smile reappearing on her lips.
"Maybe I'll rescind my offer.."She said half kidding, after she began watching Stitch as he began to stitch up the leg wound. She frowned as Dallas attempted to lift this leg, only for her to place more of her weight on it, which wasn't much but was something. She attempted to soothe Dallas, "Hey, hey, it's alright. It's almost over. You're gonna be alright.."She cooed, trying to relax him so not only he felt better, but so that Stitch could finished faster.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 18, 2019 18:16:15 GMT -5
"Everyone keeps making it out that it's a job to be around Morgan. I find him delightful," Anya defended the other man, but her words weren't accusing. Amusement had crept into her voice. Yeah, Morgan was a bit on the dramatic side and seemed to have more energy than most, but he brought a life to any conversation that she enjoyed. "Speaking of which, Morgan may ask you why I stayed over at your place that one time. Please spare him the embarrassing details if he does."
"He might run you up the walls," Matthias commented with a small smirk. Honestly, there were plenty of people to watch over Dallas, but he didn't say anything about it. There would be time to sort out what would happen once the all the adrenaline of the moment dissolves and everyone was calmed down. The longer Stitch worked, the less Dallas struggled. That wasn't good, he was sure, but it meant an easier time for Stitch. In fact, he was a little surprised when the girl started to try and comfort the Dallas. He let her, whether it was actually working of not.
Another twenty minutes, and Stitch cut the thread and stored it away. Finished, he leaned forward and checked on Dallas. The boy, now that there was no more pain being experienced, was staring up at the sky with half-lidded eyes. His body was trembling and breathing quick and shallow due to the whole process of being sewn together. "He's in shock," the doctor stated. "Get him up and into the truck. Wrap him in the blankets." He turned to the girl. "If you're coming with us then get what you need quickly. We have to get going as soon as possible."
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Jun 18, 2019 18:36:32 GMT -5
" I don't think I would mind too much, I'm used to it," She said giggling at Matthias. She was referring to her parents not that he knew though. She looked over at her dog, still over by the tree log Dallas had originally stumbled over. She patted her thigh lightly coaxing her dog to come towards herself and the three men, only to give up a few moments later as the dog had not budged an inch. She looked back at Stitch has he got closer to finishing up on Dallas. She looked at his wounds as she watched Stitch finish up working on Dallas, they looked much nicer now being sewn and cleaned up. They would heal well, but he would most likely still scar.
Adelaide froze as Stitch spoke to her, I just need my bag of clothes and well, my dog? I can't leave her out here. Is that fine? If not I understand. I do have a few blankets you can wrap him up in though.." She said quickly rushing to her car and removing two blankets. She held two up and looked at Stitch and Matthias, "Will this work?" she said as she moved back towards the two men.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 18, 2019 20:18:44 GMT -5
"Grab them then," Stitch said. He packed everything back into his bag, not caring if it was organized or not. There would be time for that later. While Adelaide went to collect her items, Stitch spoke to Dallas, trying to get the boy to talk to him. No doubt he would be exhausted and on the edge of his limits. The fact that he clung to consciousness now was impressive, but Stitch knew it wouldn't last. Too much blood had been lost, and if the shock wasn't dealt with, it could be just as deadly as the injuries themselves.
"Those will do just fine," Stitch told her when she offered up the blankets. He hated to use them and get them covered in blood, but they were closest and could be washed. If they were ruined, he would buy her new ones to replace them. With the help of Matthias, he wrapped the blankets around Dallas, covering as much of him as they could. Once down, Stitch carefully lifted the boy into his arms. It was a little awkward, but the man made it look as if lifting up Dallas's dead weight was the easiest thing in the world. Matthias ran over to the car and opened one of the back doors before climbing inside. He would help get Dallas inside, then leave Stitch to tend to him during the trip back home.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 18, 2019 20:49:22 GMT -5
"Then Callum must have very little energy by the glares he was sending him earlier," Anya mused. Honestly, she could understand that being a problem for most people. She knew plenty of people who looked like they never had any kind of energy to begin with. Being the people person she was, she liked to be around people like Morgan. At his comment, Anya gave him a half-hearted, withering look. "I swear to the gods, if you tell him those details, I'll go grab that dish towel of Cresseida's," she threatened.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 18, 2019 21:33:40 GMT -5
That got a giggle out of her. There was something in his laugh that transformed him, and Anya was reminded why she had enjoyed getting it from him. For a moment, it drowned out the events of his last mission and made it feel as if nothing had happened. As simple as that. "Good, see to it you don't. If you do, I will find out," she told him before Callum's voice broke into the conversation.
"Boy, you two are worse than my brothers, and I didn't think that was possible," Anya stated, trying to lighten the air between them. While they might have been speaking civilly, it was obvious that there was tension between the two. "Maybe I do need to go get that towel after all. If you must know, Callum, Seth and I were reminiscing on a shared childhood discipline of the dreaded dishtowel. In my household, it was often replaced with a wooden spoon. Very effective if not completely terrifying."
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Post by 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒹𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 † on Jun 19, 2019 4:22:58 GMT -5
"Grab them then," Stitch said. He packed everything back into his bag, not caring if it was organized or not. There would be time for that later. While Adelaide went to collect her items, Stitch spoke to Dallas, trying to get the boy to talk to him. No doubt he would be exhausted and on the edge of his limits. The fact that he clung to consciousness now was impressive, but Stitch knew it wouldn't last. Too much blood had been lost, and if the shock wasn't dealt with, it could be just as deadly as the injuries themselves.
"Those will do just fine," Stitch told her when she offered up the blankets. He hated to use them and get them covered in blood, but they were closest and could be washed. If they were ruined, he would buy her new ones to replace them. With the help of Matthias, he wrapped the blankets around Dallas, covering as much of him as they could. Once down, Stitch carefully lifted the boy into his arms. It was a little awkward, but the man made it look as if lifting up Dallas's dead weight was the easiest thing in the world. Matthias ran over to the car and opened one of the back doors before climbing inside. He would help get Dallas inside, then leave Stitch to tend to him during the trip back home. Adelaide nodded in response to Stitch. She ran back to her car one last time grabbed a bag and shoved in two changes of outfits and dog food. She slammed her car door shut and locked the vehicle with the key fob. She rushed back over to her dog she looked towards the men and said, "I'm ready, let me just throw my dog in the back of the truck. She won't jump out I promise, she's very well-behaved." She said as she ran towards the truck, throwing Stasia into the back of the truck. Once again she rushed back to the men, looking down at Dallas she frowned slightly.
Adelaide followed the men as she watched Stitch pick up Dallas and rush him into the back seat of the truck. She began to worry slightly, she felt as if something was terribly wrong. She couldn't help but feel that way, but instead she climbed into the passenger seat of the Silverado, as there wasn't any room for her in the back. As she hopped in she slung the seat belt across her chest.
Click
She peered over her shoulder looking back at Stitch and then down at the wrapped up Dallas, he almost looked like a blanket burrito with how well Stitch and Matthias had wrapped him.
{ Sorry it's incredibly short, I was just having a really hard time trying to think of content I could use to respond. Dumb writers block }
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 19, 2019 13:08:15 GMT -5
Anya witnessed the exchange and desperately tried to think of a way to break up whatever squabble they were having. It was clear Seth had been right about hard feelings between them, but she wasn't sure why. Yeah, family have fights, but they could usually resolve it fairly quickly. At least in her household. She felt like there had to be something she could do. At the same time, however, she felt like maybe she shouldn't get in between them. If things got out of hand, Seth might end up leaving or Callum would be in a bad mood the rest of the party. Either option will disappoint Cresseida and Cami. Not wanting either to happen, the woman walked up and physically separated the two men. "I don't really think it matters much. He's here, and he brought a band. One that shouldn't go to waste," she told them, hoping the change of topic would smooth things over for a bit.
(It's all good. There's not much she could do in this moment anyway, so don't worry about it. ^^ )
Once he was settled into the back seat, Matthias and Stitch wrapped the blankets they had brought around him as well, creating a little nest or cocoon with only his face showing. It took only a minute or two for them to situate him, and then Matthias was out, both back doors were closed, and the dark haired male was behind the steering wheel once more.
"Hang on. I apologize now if I will be driving more crazy than normal," Matthias told her. With that, he started the truck and made as sharp of a U-turn as possible. Then they were speeding off the way they had come.
All the while, Stitch softly spoke to Dallas, trying to keep the boy focused and awake for as long as possible. He started out with simple things, like telling him who he was, who was driving. Then he asked him to name everyone in the house they lived. There was fourteen people under one roof, a roof that had been renovated plenty of times to accommodate so many. Dallas's replies were slow and mumbled, but they were correct if not clear. That was all that matter.
The drive back to the Pack's home was a good twenty minutes away. Ten of those minutes consisted of going down a long, deserted looking dirt road. "Sketchy as this may seem, I promise, you're not in any danger," Matthias told Adelaide, just to be on the safe side. Eventually, they pulled up to a lone, well kept house in the middle of nowhere. Before they even pulled to a stop, there were people flooding out of the house, waiting for them to approach. Each one wore a face of worry and concern. Those who had been awake when the two left were briefly told Dallas was hurt. They, in turn, told the others as they woke. Now, a good seven people were on the porch, waiting to see what had happened to the young member of their family.
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jun 19, 2019 15:14:57 GMT -5
Seth willingly stepped back when Anya got between the brothers; Callum moved with a bit more reluctance. He frowned. “Anya, I know you're just trying to help, but you should really mind your own business.”
“Oh, don't give her that,” Seth snapped. “You're the one who came over here and got in the middle of her conversation. You have no right to make her butt out of ours.”
Callum glared at him. “You just love telling me what to do, don't you? Last I checked, I was the older brother. I don't have to listen to you.”
Seth arched one mocking brow. “Oh, you're acknowledging yourself as my brother now, huh? I guess I should feel flattered. Thank you, Callum, for treating me like a brother just so you don't have to listen to me.” He threw his hands up in a ‘seriously?!’ gesture.
Callum’s hands fisted at his sides. “You're lucky I acknowledge it at all, considering you're little more than a bastard born nobody.”
Seth went still. He would have lunged at Callum right then there if not for two things: Anya was still between them; and Morgan chose that moment to appear. His hand landed on Seth's chest and applied pressure, forcing him back a step. Stepping forward, Morgan calmly and politely moved Anya to the side, then went toe to toe with Callum.
Callum, at first smug over Seth’s reaction, frowned as he met Morgan's gaze. “What are you -”
Morgan cut him off by slapping a hand over Callum's mouth. “Nope,” he said pleasantly. “I suggest, Callum, you walk away for a bit. Otherwise you'll have two angry Riders after your ass. Capiche?”
Callum tried to bat Morgan's hand away, but Morgan moved it before he could. “You can't just -”
“I can, and I did. Goodbye, Callum. I think your sister is looking for you.” He waved his hands in a ‘shoo’ gesture, and with a final glare, Callum spun around and stalked off.
With a big sigh, Morgan turned to face Anya and Seth. Only Seth was no longer there. He tipped his head back and groaned. “Gods above,” he muttered toward the sky. He looked at Anya. “Did you see where Seth went?” he asked.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 19, 2019 15:59:29 GMT -5
In hindsight, placing herself between the brothers was probably not the best idea. She thought she would help deflect their attention, give them a moment's pause before things got worse. That was far from what had actually happened. All she ended up doing was put herself in the direct path of the other's anger. There was a shift in the air when it happened, and it was only Morgan's quick appearance that must have saved her from accidentally taking the anger she felt crowding around her. It had been like a chill sweeping through on the breeze, twisting her stomach with both frustration and dread. Had Morgan not gotten involved, how far would it have gotten? She didn't really want to think about it.
While Morgan dealt with Callum, she did notice Seth's retreat. However, she was hesitant to go after him or leave it to Morgan. She had been the one to tell him to make an effort to be civil towards Callum, whether he remembered it or not. She felt kind of responsible for the sour turn, not expecting the low blow that the older man would deal. Even she had to flinch at the accusation. "I did. Do you want to go talk with him? He might listen to you better," she answered, looking up at Morgan.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 19, 2019 18:54:37 GMT -5
(XD At least one of us can. XD )
What was she supposed to say to that? Obviously, she had been shown just a small portion of how life growing up with Callum had been. How many times had the older man said something similar like that to him? His tone was upbeat, but how many times had she used the same tone to cover up the hurt of daily interactions of her community? "Don't be," she muttered, stepping closer to the railing. "Had I known this was what you meant when speaking of his distaste for you, I wouldn't have told you to try and make amends. I had no idea that he was that petty."
It was the best she could offer, but it didn't feel good enough. She reached into the depths of her mind and struggled to create something that would hopefully, if nothing else, let him know that she didn't think Callum had a right to his words. There was nothing she could draw on that would come close to comparing his experiences, nothing that he view as a basis for understanding on her part. So she didn't try to establish it. "Seth, I don't know what it was like growing up how you did. I was blessed with a wonderful family. But I know that you shouldn't let Callum's words get to you. Who you were born to means nothing. You've worked hard to get where you're at, and if Callum refuses to acknowledge your efforts and focus on what you don't have, than he's an idiot. The biggest idiot out there. Some people are just spiteful for no real reason."
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jun 19, 2019 19:46:51 GMT -5
Oh. That made her strategy ineffective, didn't it? Anya herself was having trouble coming to terms with his line of missions, but faced with this scenario, something tugged at her to defend him. Granted, that didn't mean she believed him justified for what he had done without hearing his explanation. A certain thought just happened to float to the foreground of her mind. "Do you think if someone were to threaten Cami or Cresseida, Callum would hesitate to kill them?" she asked. If he cared so much for his family as he claimed, then surely the man wouldn't have a problem taking the life of an attacker threatening to harm his them. "Do you think if you really did present some kind of harm to them, which you don't, he would hesitate to kill you? No matter the reason behind it, he would still be a killer just the same as anyone else who has ever taken a life. Some people just get held in high honors while others get punished. He can't claim that he wouldn't do the same thing you do if he was faced with that choice."
She didn't mean it as a job towards Seth. If anything, she just wanted him to see that it wasn't his actions themselves that she had a problem with. People killed others everyday for different reasons. War happened, yet none of the soldiers were ever condemned for the lives they took. At the very beginning, she was told Riders were often used to turn the tide of war. There were times when Riders had to make quick and tough decisions to end someone's life for the sake of the greater good. Even if the woman had made a vow to herself to try and not resort to such a thing didn't mean that she would be able to keep it. Corrik and she had had a long discussion on the topic when her tutor first brought it up. What would happen if they had to make such a decision? Would she be able to bring herself to do what was right? Even if that meant killing another human being? Her dragon held no hesitation to the idea as she did. No, it wasn't the fact that he had done it. It was the unknown reason of why he had done it that didn't settle with her.
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✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jun 19, 2019 21:10:17 GMT -5
Seth listened to her speak, surprised and impressed by her line of logic. At this point, he really shouldn't be surprised she would manage to find a new way of viewing a scenario that he had been too blind or stubborn too see. But now that he had seen it, he couldn't entirely disagree with her. Callum would kill to protect Cami and Cresseida, but in Seth's mind, that kind of killing was very different than the assassinations Seth doled out so often.
When she finished, he was quiet for a minute, sorting through what she'd said, as well as what she hadn't. Finally, he sighed. "You want to know why I do what I do, don't you?"
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