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He opened the door about five minutes later, wearing different clothing. “...Fleur?” He paused when he saw her sitting, his brow furrowing. “Oh,...
She laughed a little, raising one brow. “Meditate?”
It took maybe 15 minutes for him to return, but when he entered the house, he didn’t immediately come into the bedroom. Instead, he went into the...
“That’s what you tried last time,” she replied softly.
He kept the gun on the man and was quiet for a moment. “Fleur, go upstairs and wait in the bedroom until I come up, okay? I won’t be long.”
Her eyes didn’t close like they normally did, but her fingers curled in his shirt gently. “I couldn’t stand it,” she said quietly. “I wouldn’t be...
The man holding Fleur tightened his grip but he pointed the knife at Ferris, clearly panicking. “Don’t... don’t come any closer. I know what you...
She looked up at him, her brows still furrowed, but her face soft. “I love you too.”
It had no effect and he started counting down. “10...” The door to the apartment building opened and Ferris stepped out, looking up in something...
“You were frightened and tired and angry and I was being threatened,” she replied quietly. “Plus, you had just been shocked with a cattle prod.”
He moved forward and with surprising deftness, he put her in an armlock, holding the knife to her throat. “I’ll count down from 10.”
“I’m frightened that I saw what you could do, Abel, and I’m frightened because I know that you were brainwashed into trying to kill me at one...
He stepped forward, his silhouette menacing ad he approached. His beady dark eyes squinted at her. “You clearly know something,” he said roughly,...
She hesitated, coming behind him nervously and wrapping her arms around his waist, burying her head in his back. "Don't be feeling badly, then....
He unfolded a blade, the metal glinting in the streetlight. "You heard what I said," he said roughly. He looked panicked, glancing around...
She hesitated, her head tilting slightly as she considered him. "Don't be upset, then... I'm sorry I'm acting like this, I just..." She shook...
As she moved towards Ferris' street, she would see a figure step out into the sidewalk in front of her. "Hey. You Costlough's *squee!*?!"
She let him go, watching him apprehensively, her brow furrowed as she folded her arms. "Don't be angry."
It was later than it had usually been. The streetlights flickered on as she walked the empty streets, her footsteps loud against the cobblestone...
Her body felt tense, like she was poised to run as he stroked her hair. The dryer beeped to notify them that the load was done, and she flinched a...
