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Who: mirageof_deceit and rahl-loyalist
When: Feb 14th.
Where: Their apartment.
Format: Paragraph.
What: Under the influence of the event, Cara admits something to Cloud that only death would have ever forced her to admit. Luckily for her, however, their happy moment is interrupted by the monsters seeking them.
Warnings: Probably violence.
Cara had no idea what was going on, but over the last couple of days, she'd been unable to maintain control over her feelings. There had been a few times when she'd almost verbally spoken of them. Fortunately for her, however, they'd managed to distract themselves with other activities. That didn't change the fact that those irritating feelings kept getting stronger, or the fact that deep down she didn't find them irritating at all.
No, what held her irritation right now was the sight of her name high up in the sky. Yet where there would usually be annoyance, the mere thought that the damn witch had did such a thing caused no such reaction. It seemed that nothing could overpower the other feelings she felt inside. Which was odd, but she couldn't figure out why.
Stepping away from the window, the Mord Sith glanced over towards the other side of the room.
When: Feb 14th.
Where: Their apartment.
Format: Paragraph.
What: Under the influence of the event, Cara admits something to Cloud that only death would have ever forced her to admit. Luckily for her, however, their happy moment is interrupted by the monsters seeking them.
Warnings: Probably violence.
Cara had no idea what was going on, but over the last couple of days, she'd been unable to maintain control over her feelings. There had been a few times when she'd almost verbally spoken of them. Fortunately for her, however, they'd managed to distract themselves with other activities. That didn't change the fact that those irritating feelings kept getting stronger, or the fact that deep down she didn't find them irritating at all.
No, what held her irritation right now was the sight of her name high up in the sky. Yet where there would usually be annoyance, the mere thought that the damn witch had did such a thing caused no such reaction. It seemed that nothing could overpower the other feelings she felt inside. Which was odd, but she couldn't figure out why.
Stepping away from the window, the Mord Sith glanced over towards the other side of the room.