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“You and Sasha, you spend a lot of time together. I think ‘friends’ is the only option if we both want to enjoy our time, hm?”

     Eyebrows rose, an instinctive turn on her heel pointing her in the direction of her purse. When she turned back to face Gage, there was a lit cigarette dangling between her lips, a nod of her head gesturing towards his leg. In all the time she’d spent tailgating Chaos Rising since her reunion with Sasha, Yulia had never seen Gage take a spill so gnarly--bloody noses, broken fingers, even potential head traumas, but nothing like his knee. CHRIST, was it even possible for someone’s knee to be that out-of-place? All she knew was that, f r i e n d s  or not, it would have been an asshole move to leave him to wait it out on his own.

     So, here she was, dainty fingers plucking a cigarette from between her lips, a plume of smoke curling into the air with her words.

“That was a pretty nasty fall. Is it broken?”

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You are the water in my lungs.

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           Sasha looked as floored and confused as she FELT. The fingers that had latched themselves around his collar fell loose, making a b-line instead to fidget with her hair. It felt like someone had vacuumed the air straight from her lungs and left her with a too-quick, erratic heartbeat. Much like his, her jaw hung wide open, but her gaze veered away rather than locking on him like a deer in headlights.

“Um...”

       ‘UM‘? After THAT, that was all she could come up with? For the first time in... well, ever, Yulia found herself at a loss for words, grasping for something-- a n y t h i n g--long after Sasha had demanded an explanation. She knew; they both knew. The issue on the table was admitting it after she’d done so goddamn well to keep these feelings OUT. A defeated, exasperated sigh forced itself out through her nose, hands dropping to her thighs. She refused to look him in the eye. She couldn’t.

“I do, Sasha. Yes.”

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Camille was out in the closest town to the carnival, just enjoying mingling among the unwary mortals. Her heels click on the pavement as she slowly wanders through the town, glancing about herself like she was at a department store.  All the foolish little flies believing the lies of the spider waiting in his web. She almost felt sorry for the fools. Almost. 

Her blue eyes continue to scan the street, tongue sliding over her lips as she searches for the perfect entertainment for the night. The question is whether she would be bringing the unfortunate person back to the carnival or not. It all depends on what she wants to do with the person. 

Decisions, decisions. 

However, her mind is made up when she spots a rather unusual looking gentleman heading into a bar. A slow smile curves on her lips, and she decides to follow, because after all, she needed a lovely night out, right? This could prove fun. 

As she walks past the man, and towards a dark corner of the bar, she offers him a slightly devious smile.

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       She was grinning as he stepped back and hissed his warning, something like the Cheshire Cat. There was a spark ignited behind her eyes, laughter bubbling from her throat. In the face of the situation at hand, it sounded maniacal. Was it? She’d spent so long walking the tightrope that it was hard telling anymore. Her face twisted with something, but it wasn’t fear. Annoyance, maybe. The phantom sensation of his hand still lingered on her stomach.

“Watch myself? Everyone else might be afraid of you, Gage, but I am not. You cannot play your mind games with me and expect me to run away like a dog with his tail tucked away. For the record, I was just trying to shut you up. If I wanted to hurt you, it would not be hard.”

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