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Her magic was one she would have never believed possible to be rid of; cursed, she was forever bound to taint the lives of others with her words. Her sister would be the first, and so far only, casualty thanks to her brashness and inability to detect the effects of her magic in time. She had left Paris only because she could no longer stand to poison him; never would she willingly harm anyone, hating herself because of what she was capable of. But such feelings left her fearing herself, the words that could slip between her lips something she had to pay every ounce of attention to. She would pretend to be cold, indifferent, someone who cared nothing about those around her when in reality company was all that she craved. Yet dealing with such consequences was more bearable to her than speaking at all. If she had known the way Venari thought of her she would have desperately wanted to apologize; she wouldn't, though, because that was the image she needed to maintain of herself.
The question left her mouth to sit in the spaces between them and the boy seemed to have taken the hint. She breathed an invisible sigh of relief when he stopped his movements, looking quite ashamed of himself for bothering to talk to her at all. Her heart tightened slightly. His answer sent her mind wandering again to the time in the field, the first encounter she had experienced of actively looking for whatever a relic might be. She wondered then if he had set out on a search himself, ending up unintentionally there with her.
As the minutes ticked by with her merely gazing at him, her features softened and her tentacles returned to their usual drooped position across her back. She tried to look at the spot he sought out in between his sentences, but his returned attention on her brought her back sharply up. "I suppose... the reason is the same as yours." She was hesitant, but the reply wasn't entirely untruthful.
The question left her mouth to sit in the spaces between them and the boy seemed to have taken the hint. She breathed an invisible sigh of relief when he stopped his movements, looking quite ashamed of himself for bothering to talk to her at all. Her heart tightened slightly. His answer sent her mind wandering again to the time in the field, the first encounter she had experienced of actively looking for whatever a relic might be. She wondered then if he had set out on a search himself, ending up unintentionally there with her.
As the minutes ticked by with her merely gazing at him, her features softened and her tentacles returned to their usual drooped position across her back. She tried to look at the spot he sought out in between his sentences, but his returned attention on her brought her back sharply up. "I suppose... the reason is the same as yours." She was hesitant, but the reply wasn't entirely untruthful.
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