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      ❝ EVERYBODY  wants to rule the world,      Fiona.        You're   not the only   person on this   damn planet       who craves power and superiority.  There's always       going to somebody who is stronger than you and I                                     cannot bare to see you get hurt. 

                                  Aren't I ENOUGH? ❞

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Would your muse call out someone who does something bad on a busy street?

It really depends on the situation. Missy can be very outspoken and rigidly stands by her beliefs, but her own safety and self-preservation comes first. Whatever the person was doing, it would have to be pretty severe for Missy to intervene.

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[suppressedelia]

       Were it not for the years of experience, she m i g h t        have considered Fiona's return born out of realisation,        concern and, dare she say it, care. But Cordelia knew        better. Cordelia had learned a long time ago that unless        you were Fiona Goode, Fiona Goode didn't care. Indifference        thinned her lips as her gaze flickered upon the image of her        mother, strong and beautiful and positively bleeding power.

                          And she sighed.

                                    "What are you doing here, Fiona?"

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        "Hello Fiona —" 

   A tone like gravel escaped Lana's lips, red eyes    stared up from the position she had taken against    the seat at the table.     She'd managed to stay away — but now that had     been broken. She had to see her wife. She couldn't                                { r e s i s t } 

                " — It's been a while." 

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'I love you'

               Lana’s hazel orbs stared towards Fiona, plump lips coming to form a pout — her expression evidently confused. “I —” She started, although couldn’t finish immediately. “— Love you too. Fuck, I love you too.” 

       Had the blonde really just admitted to that?                            Was Lana really hearing this? 

Maybe that bottle of wine had been too much for them. Maybe it was making Fiona say all sorts of bullshit.