After a horrible accident that killed her whole family Novallia Knight and her sister Grace were the only survivors. They don't get along well and have always had tensions in their relationship. Despite their discomfort with each other they are both...
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(Outfit for the day, no bag. ^^^ )
Nova's POV
The next morning I went for a run before the sun had risen and had practiced some of my combat skills. Even after all these years I still maintained my fighting skills. It was my everyday routine. Wake up before dawn, go for a run, start running back home at sunrise, and practice my fighting all before breakfast. This morning was no different. Once I was finished I showered, got ready, and made my way to the kitchen to start breakfast. I didn't know if Stefan would show or not but I had hoped he would. Once I was finished I looked at the clock and saw I had some time to spare so I started cutting some fruit for the both of us. I shuffled Billie Holiday songs on my phone and it was relaxing as I swayed side to side slowly as "Good Morning Heartache" filtered through the speakers in the kitchen and I sang along quietly as I cut fruit by the sink. Right above the sink is a window that overlooks the back garden which I loved. I looked out and saw the same crow I had seen the night before watching me. I stared back and watched it aimlessly as I continued to sing to myself. Eventually, I looked away and finished cutting the fruits, and put them in a bowl all the while not knowing said crow would stay there watching throughout the night.
As soon as I finished I heard Stefan's footsteps. I turned around to see him adorning a sheepish look. I laughed and smiled at him, "I'm glad you came around, and don't even think about apologizing because you being here is sorry enough because I can't cook for shit and you're gonna have to eat it". He laughed and just like that we got to talking and slowly before we knew it, it was nighttime. By the end of our conversation, it seemed like we had known each other for years, excluding the obvious secrets we needed to keep hidden. I looked over to Stef which is what I started calling him and spoke, "So you have a brother? What's his name?". He looked a little uncomfortable but I ignored it because I like to make people feel uncomfortable, "Damon". I held my fist under my chin and thought for a second, "Hmm, I like it. That's a nice name." He rolled his eyes, "I just told you we don't talk that much and that he hates my guts and you're saying he has a nice name?" "Yeah, why?" He laughed and shook his head at me, so I laughed, "What! It's not like he hates my guts. And just because you hate him doesn't mean I will. I'm not one of those people Stef, I don't pick sides or at least I try not to. If I do then it's always for a reason. Remember that Stef, everything I do, I do it for a reason." He held his hands up "Alright, I won't say anything." I rolled my eyes and asked if he wanted to order pizza for the night and we did.
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