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While she knew she had wronged him, she also knew that she was not a good enough person to go and dwell with shame and guilt. Perhaps she had an unconscious wish to be lonely, to push everyone away. Yet here she was and she could tell by the immerse stench of weed in the hallway that Cotl was present in his room. She felt the desire to stalk away and walk out into the fresh air, but she refrained from doing so. Instead she returned to her room to lay down the sword that seemed as much a part of her as anything. She was about to head out of the room again, but remembered that one item that could come in handy and went to retrieve it from the upper left drawer in the desk. Cream coloured fingers gently stroke through thick, auburn locks and she let a soft smile fall into her face, melting into her already attractive features.
Her walk was steady and elegant as she moved towards the room inhabited by the two hybrid brothers. There were no longer heavy amounts of smoke dancing in the hallway, but the scent stuck to the walls. She would have to yell at him for that – for polluting the air the way he did. The sweet smell made her want to gag, but the encounter with her hippie uncle seemed to have heightened her tolerance for it. As always she hesitated just outside of the door for a split moment before she tapped her knuckles lightly on the door. She had made a point out of avoiding him lately, so they had not talked at all after she had walked away from him that day. She felt a bit guilty obviously, but she was not choking on it. She was ready to make amends and talk with him again. ”Cotl?” |
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