𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍 | " 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭? "
Both trying to understand the
meaning of dangerous attraction,
it was an ongoing rivalry between
two former criminals. Somewhere
amidst vicious Ti...
episode 24: compassion; raid on stohess district, part 2
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CHAPTER SIXTEEN FALL APART
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"What does it mean when everything falls apart?"
The sudden questioned lingered in the tensed air. A soft, lulling hum followed after. Lost in thought, pondering for an answer. An all familiar sigh of wearing patience erupted in the enclosed box of the moving carriage, wheels rolling on the cobbled stone roads, and warm radiating heat peaking through the thin gaps of the flimsy window curtain. Yellow rays from the sun slithered in and shone bright lines on green leather seats. She was enamored by her own little puzzle, eager for a subtle clue. Blue gazed out the window and watching heights of buildings blur past her vision, rings burning around her fingers as she twisted them, a tiny crease forming between her brows.
"What?"
"It's just something I've been thinking about the whole trip here." She confessed, distractingly. Attention caught on rooftops. She narrowed her blues, squinting to peer past the blinding sun. Her vision burned, scorched like needles pricking her very own eyes, but she saw through it. Rows of metal covered the towering ledge, long barrels of riffles aimed towards the street, and soldiers behind them, pacing back and forth much like the rest that trailed behind her own carriage. Their running footsteps were loud against the pavement, They were difficult to disregard, neglect the thought of numerous cadets following close by, and she had restrained the urge to flee. Yet, she stayed put, still and calm on her seat.
"Here as in..."
"Where else?" Freya sighed once again, feeling as if she was having a conversation with herself. Alone. For the past thirty minutes or so, it was nothing more than a cycle of sudden questions and half mumbles coming as their curt conversation. She never did like the silence. It left room for those tiny voices to come crawling back in that empty space of her thoughts. So, she did like to keep busy. Always noticing. Observing. Keeping mind of a few details to look back to. But the conversation she was having didn't work much. Somehow keeping on her toes to even pull a proper response out. Leaning back, she stared at the boy across from her, raising an eyebrow and noticing something stuck in his mind. "What is it this time?"
"It's nothing." Quickly averting his gaze, Jean swallowed hard. His neck reddened, suddenly rueful that he had been caught. Fingers fumbling together, he shifted in his seat, finding the little dainty rip on the leather material beside his leg interesting. White cotton and foam strained from the inside. He was half tempted to pull them out. To distract himself. To ignore the sharp and observing gaze set on him. His skin crawled, feeling small in the moderate space that he had found himself in, obliged into despite his many protests and adamant argument. Anxiety leaked from him.
