Paint the pictures // Ezra & Gale (Close)
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Waves crashed and turned upon the rocks below, eating up slowly at it with its salty mouth. The breeze was warm, calming. The compulsion and training were making her better and yet she kenned she would never be the same again for more cracks were appearing in her cage of glass. She sighed, the view upon the cliff was magnificent.
It was not a sound, nor was it a scent; it was a heartbeat that caught her attention. She stayed of stone, gaze upon the Atlantic ocean, for she kenned who that changed heartbeat belonged to.
Was his presence a coincidence or had he sought her out. If the first, she would not engage into a conversation. If the latter, Galadrielle found herself wondering why? Why now; had it not been a month, no, more. Léon had been the last to talk to Sébastien. She had not seen either since then. And thus all that remained was, why now? He had not already been claimed that Sébastien had voiced his distaste of Galadrielle’s closeness to the half-wolf. When she had seen the file passed underneath her gaze, she had walked away, troubled that he would not tell her and thus she did what any would have done; she assumed.
Assumed that she had been pushed away, forgotten, unwanted. Her current condition had made it easier to accept, to comprehend. Was she not broken after all, did not all leave her? She kenned the rules. And while no master would yield true power over her, a bracelet was a formidable adversary when placed on the wrist of another, but Ezra was different was he not. He would have come for her... or had he been absent as he had agreed to such.
Such thoughts left her when his presence lingered. So he was here with a purpose. A deep intake came, her mouth closing and she turned her gaze to him, waiting.
