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“Are you sure?” she asked worriedly, sitting next to him. “You seem unhappy.” *** She allowed the flames to swirl around her hand, letting the...
She looked down at him, her nose brushing his gently. “Is that bad?” *** She reached out, brushing her fingers through the flames, the white...
She gave him a small smile, setting her hands on his knees and leaning down and kissing his forehead. *** Her back was to him and she pulled her...
She went into the room, slipping her hands into her pockets and looking up at him. *** Theresa sat next to the fire, her brows furrowed as she...
She nodded before opening a random door. "How about this one, then?" * * * Theresa found some musty linens, bringing them back to the living...
She followed him. "Do you have any preferences?" * * * She followed him, beginning to search cabinets. * * * Sylas stirred, looking up at her...
She nodded, heading for the stairs. Theresa nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't fret."
Fina nodded, crossing her arms. "Sure. I think Monty and Theo already retired for the night and I think Sylas and Lilith are still in the living...
She shook her head, looking out a window for a moment before turning back to them. "No, seriously. I'd rather sleep on the floor. If we get...
“Great,” Theresa said flatly. “Mav, are you okay with taking the couch? I can take the floor.” Fina frowned, speaking up. “Theresa, that’s not...
"Well... if we're on Earth, maybe we could just... you know. Fly home via airplane or something," Theresa said slowly. "We'll look tomorrow. Are...
“We need to figure out how to get back,” Theresa said tiredly. “Mags is still on the loose.”
Fina frowned before offering the journal to Maverick. “See for yourself. He seem to be going kind of crazy towards the end. I don’t know if we’re...
"Yeah, we know," she said, looking up at Cassian. "We found some journals in the attic."
She shrugged slightly. "So were you." Fina came down the stairs, approaching them.
She gave him a small smile, patting his shoulder. “You don’t need to be concerned. I do well enough on my own.”
She waved off his concern. “I don’t mean that in a pathetic way. I genuinely don’t know who would. I don’t have parents; I don’t really make...
She shrugged uncomfortably, closing the door behind them as they reentered the house. "Because... I mean... who would?"
She frowned, looking at him almost in confusion. "People... don't worry about me very often."
“I’m fine, Mav,” she said gently, turning to look at him. “What is this? It’s not like you to worry about me.”
