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[his_usurper]

from here:Mischa puts her books down on her table. She breathes in, she holds it, she breathes out. She presses her nails into palms until the sound of her breathing is smooth and then she's out the door and down the stairs to her bike

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[her_protector]

Naturally, look who's here with his textbooks and his studiousface.

And--

"Mischa?"

[his_usurper]

Mischa is upset - jaw tight, eyes bright.

"I met a version of you in Milliways. Two of them. I was dead for both."

[her_protector]

"Mischa."

If you think instantaneous transit is impossible, hold up a stopwatch while Hannibal moves from sitting at a desk with a pencil in hand to standing by his sister's side and hugging her fiercely.

[his_usurper]

Her arms around him, face buried and she's shaking.