justxonexmistake
“Aeryn...”
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justxonexmistake
“Aeryn...”
“Its alright, you dont have to” She stated simply. “it was a habit I had in my young days too”
Cosima smirked, tilting her head to make sure she blew the smoke away from her. “Yeah? It’s totally a habit I can’t see myself giving up easily. At least it’s, like, twenty times better than smoking cigarettes.”
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“Hey, Marica... I was wondering if you wanted to see some photos of my kids? I know you’ve probably already met one or two of them but there are some that you can’t meet and I thought...” He held a tablet out to her, with a picture of a young-looking man the first on display. “That’s Magnus. He’s my eldest.”
Aeryn was an abnormal, a fire elemental to be exact and she ran a abnormal based group known as the Cabal that sought to help other abnormals get to their safe haven. Rachel Duncan though was someone to be feared, but she feared her for a different reason. For the sport. "Hello, Rachel. I have heard much about you. My Name is Aeryn." She walked in with a smirk. "How are you feeling, I have heard you got into a recent accident"
The chair swiveled with the unfamiliar greeting, revealing a stranger in her doorway. Rachel’s browsknitted uncertainly. It was, after all, rare for her to re-ceive visitors, even more so for unknown ones. Thus,the suspicion was immediate.
“How– how do you kn…know me…?”
Marica looked at the woman standing before her and smirked. "Who are you and why do you look like my sister in law?" She asked.
“Well, it would depend who you are and who your sister-in-law is, wouldn’t it?”
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“Ana, listen to me, stay in your apartment. There’s a protest today and your mother’ll lose it if you get hurt.” Nikola held a phone to his ear, weaving through the streets of New Praxis. “No, I’d agree with her. And Max would too.”
And that’s when he walked right into the street where said protest was taking place. He was about to turn back - until something stopped him. “Marica?”