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𝐄𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚
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𝐄𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚 รีทวีตแล้ว
Are you taking me somewhere fancy? If so, I’m going to have to steal back that fancy dress I borrowed once.
Seth@VEXDS0UL
@StillNotDamned Be my valentine, I’ll be your sweetheart?
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— truly felt.
A sigh left her, before finally relenting and settle down in the seat across from him. Arms folded, leaning onto the edge of the table. Completely ignoring a diner guest trying to get her attention, as her eyes cautiously found his face once more. Now, more —
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Something shifted behind her eyes; Something broken shattering even further, like a shard of glass splintering into a million tiny pieces. It took everything within Elara in order to keep her composure. Behind closed lips, her tongue trailed past pearly whites, before —
Seth@VEXDS0UL
It's crude, so fitting for what he's seen of her character through the memories of her dead friend. Seth watched the bill disappear into the slot of her bra, another deal sealed away for keepsakes. Two signatures of the God. "Did you just—" A slow blink, then the grin spreads.
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𝐄𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚 รีทวีตแล้ว
— waitress in the diner, with a shrug of her shoulders.
“You didn’t stop? Jesus, I would’ve needed to stretch my legs every thirty minutes.” She then remarked with a small frown, unsuspecting as she finally took the twenty dollar bill, shamelessly stoving it in her bra —
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Twenty dollars— It didn’t click, perhaps. But something symbolic she couldn’t quite name made her freeze for just a second, just as she was reaching for the notepad in her cherry red apron. “No, but I learned how to deal with douchebags.” Her words were meant to cut, yet —
Seth@VEXDS0UL
Her emotional shield vibrates with a resistance the God is elated for. There's a laugh that drew from his throat, "Seventy-five percent? Jesus, Lara. Did you learn hostage negotiation or something while I was away?" Quinn moved to settle down in the booth.
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— blatant lie, barely covered by a smile that she quickly hid by pursing her lips. She knew it wasn’t true. And somewhere she expected Quinn to know the same.
“So… One hotdog and a coffee?” She then asked, her voice just a tone sweeter than before, her mask wavering.
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— working, so I’m not gonna sit.” Or… That was the excuse she used to maintain some distance between her and the one guy she never wanted to let go off. “Also I’m seeing this really hot guy, who’s loaded, so if he comes in here you’re going to pretend you don’t know me.” A —
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Elara was stubborn; It was her biggest character flaw. It always seemed to take the upper-hand in her little mannerisms. Even now, as she unwillingly withdrew completely. Arms folded over her chest, with eyes she forcefully narrowed in an hilariously failed attempt to look —
Seth@VEXDS0UL
He absorbed the broad range of emotions from her, inventorying each lick of vintage. Her defensiveness, the hurt, the loving blow to Quinn's arm. The God is roaring in laughter from within, somewhere behind those ocean-warm eyes. "Ow," On cue he brought his hand up to rub over—
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— accept the embrace, and even melt into it as her arms wrapped around the man tightly.
Only to pull away several seconds later; Half offended, half in disbelief. “Yeah, I work here.” She answered defensively, though without ill intentions; That wall she had around —
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It had been one of those long, endless shifts filled with complaints of the usual guests, and no upgrades or compensation from the owner— Her boss.
This was a regular occurrence for Elara, who had been working tirelessly for years, for a minimum wage, for a boss no one took —
Seth@VEXDS0UL
— 𝑬𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 SL (Part 3) for @StillNotDamned — Three weeks later, the bell of the diner dings as a shadow passed through the door. There's the observation of Elara wiping down a table, about to realize just who is in front of her as Seth hears the very words—
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