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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#CD5C5C ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #C5E3BF】
|| Flaws || Bastille ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#CD5C5C ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #C5E3BF】
|| Flaws || Bastille ||
"I've located Aya, I'm moving to extract her now." Farrel's voice crackled in Cress's ear. It was a relief to hear that they had found her and were taking her to somewhere safe. "Heron, she should stay here. I know you, you're going to prey on her." Itward and Heron were arguing while Cress sat on the couch, the two siblings standing across from one another, in the middle of a shouting match while Cress awkwardly watched. "I would feel more comfortable returning with Heron." Cress piped up, but she was barely heard. It seemed it mattered not what she wanted, despite being the one whose future was at stake. Cress rose, she was tired of playing the meek rabbit. Cress was better than that. She cleared her throat, both of them stopping long enough to stare at her.
"I said I want to return with Heron." Cress placed her hands on her hips, "I don't care about what happens next, but I want to stay with Heron. I feel safer with her," Heron sidled up behind her, a sly smile on her lips. She wrapped an arm around Cress's waist, her expression one of keen satisfaction. It was clear that for once, someone was on Heron's side and not Itward's. "Then you'll both stay here," Itward said suddenly, but Heron shook her head. "It's too far out of the way, I've got work in the morning. Look, I only came here to ask for your help, I don't need your protection." Itward was grinding his teeth at this point. "You said the rebels were after you, of course you need my protection! There's nowhere safer than our house!"
"Yeah, but I don't want to be here." Heron crossed her arms, releasing Cress from her grasp. Itward ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Fine," he said at last. "Fine, go back to your apartment. I'll come in the morning to pick Kairi up. You'll go straight to the Queen," Cress crossed her arms. "Isn't she the one that got rid of me in the first place?" Heron and Itward both looked at her. "We don't know that," Itward said after an awkard lapse of silence. "I don't think we should take her to the Queen," Heron agreed, her arm was around Cress's waist again, almost as though it fell there instinctively. "What about the Princess?" Itward inquired, taking a seat once more. It was past midnight now, they were all tired.
"I'm fine with meeting the Princess," Cress replied a bit too quickly. "Of course, she's your sister. I'm sure you're eager to reunite with her." Heron pulled Cress onto her lap on the couch again. "I'm just afraid that she's not who I think she is." Cress admitted, but they did not know what she meant by that of course. "I'm going to have my driver take you home." Itward pulled out what looked like a piece of glass, the screen illuminating, images projected above it. Cress had never seen anything like it before. "I don't want you taking the train this late. I'll be at your apartment in the morning, if Kairi is who she says she is, she needs to be coached. You don't just declare yourself a Princess and have the mannerisms of a rubble."