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Oversized audits darted forward at his speech; intrigued by his apparent inability to read her. Or perhaps the truth was that he didn’t let her intimidate him. Tough skin, perhaps. And he didn’t know her. Loose, cream gloved fists tightened visibly, though her face didn’t turn into a feral snarl just yet. She didn’t have to be so monotone by the borders. Few were racist like her, and his words announced that he was acquainted with at least one other Infernian. Unfortunately, Halo did not dearly love her Aquila.
Scarlet hues squinted, though her face was otherwise strictly disciplined. Copper shoulders shrugged, for she didn’t know where the hell the silly backstabber was. Unconsciously, her hand stroke against the curve of her belly as she thought of the insult her supposed leader had served her when her pregnancy first had started to show. And Mister Barry was Ezekiel’s friend. She didn’t like that.
”So observant,” voice whistled and lips twisted back to give him a glimpse of her perfect row of teeth. ”Go away, the Aquila isn’t here.” Truthfully, she couldn’t say where he was, but what she knew was that he wasn’t here at the moment, and that was enough. Arms now crossed across her curved chest, partly obscuring the branded chaos star that the loner's eyes had managed to spot.
Your faith walks on broken glass