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[ar_feiniel]

*emerges from the cupboard*

*goes for a stroll through the park*

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[eol_moriquende]

::is walking in the shade of the trees when she notices you::

::promptly stands behind a tree to spy on you::

[ar_feiniel]

*walks on a little before standing stock still*

*eyes narrow, looks around suspiciously*

[eol_moriquende]

::drums fingers against the bark of the tree with a deviant smile::

::whispers your name::

[ar_feiniel]

*stiffens*

*hand idly moves to rest on the hilt of a dagger at her waist*

[eol_moriquende]

::eyes linger on your hand for a moment::

::crosses her arms behind her back and steps forward to reveal herself, stepping into the harsh light of the day after a moment's thought::

Hello.

[ar_feiniel]

*looks at you*

*stays completely and utterly silent*

...

What the fuck...

[eol_moriquende]

::circles you once before nodding::

My expression was the same.

You're looking as lively lovely as ever.

[ar_feiniel]

You're looking... rather different.

*feels vaguely unsettled*

[eol_moriquende]

::tilts head with a 'the universe is a fucked up thing' look::

This is some sort of a joke or an experiment for the higher ups, I think.

::stretches out her arms::

But it is still the same soul. Anyway. How have you been?

[ar_feiniel]

*curls her upper lip slightly* I have been fine, thank you. Spending time with my husband and youngest son.

[eol_moriquende]

::laughs slightly and shakes her head::

And on any other day, I would've thought you were telling me that I'm not invited, darling.

::blows you a kiss::

::oldhabitsdiehardlikes to see the color of anger on your face::

[ar_feiniel]

*clenches her fists* And I would have thought you wouldn't need telling by now.

[eol_moriquende]

::breathes in deeply and smirks as she notices your face::

The constellations can change their patterns but I'll always want to hear those words from your lips. I like it.

::reaches out and picks a fragment of a fallen leaf from your hair::

[ar_feiniel]

*flinches* You will never change, will you?

*wishes to take a step back but finds she cannot move*

[eol_moriquende]

::slides the tip of the leaf along the side of your face and steps closer::

::whispers to you, locking her gaze with yours::

Why do you keep asking the same question over and over when you know the answer inside of you, Aredhel?

::curls her fingers around the crisp leaf to crush it and steps back::

[ar_feiniel]

*finally manages to take a step back*

*forcefully* You have no hold on me, Eol.