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𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝘿𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙪 - 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦

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[ any reader ]

A smile is worn as you finish arranging the pretty flowers in the vase, neatening them up and straightening some books left on the vanity. The sun gleams through the windows, merry and bright, yet you're oblivious to the silhouette in the doorway. Golden eyes drinking in the sight of you like fine wine.

You turn, no longer humming to yourself once you finally notice her. Bela smiles softly. "Sorry. Didn't want to sneak up on you, I know you don't like that."

"I don't." Heat spreads across your cheeks. She remembered. Of course she did. Somehow she always remembers the little details about you.

"I was wondering if you'd like to do something tonight."

"Oh. I actually... I have um..."

Her smile drops. "You have plans."

"No it's justー I was invited to this party."

"You don't usually like parties." Loud music, drunken chaos, ridiculous behaviours, noisy crowds. You always complain.

"No, but I was told it would be more of a get together type thing. I can always leave if I don't enjoy it. No problem." Bela faintly nods. "I can cancel." You push the words out, hating how sad her eyes seem now.

"What? No. You should go."

"No I don't mind. I don't think they'll miss me anywayー"

"Go. We can choose another night."

"Well I'm free tomorrow night and every other night after that. Don't go out much." You scratch the back of your head, dodging her gaze because you know your face is rosy. All it takes to leave you a rambling, flustered mess is a simple glance from her. How?

"Tomorrow night it is. You have my number if anything happens."

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"Bela, we're going on a hunt." Daniela announces in an excited tone, watching her sister float around her bed chamber in what seems like a hurry.

Cassandra appears behind the youngest with a hand pressed against the wall. "Are you coming?"

"Busy." She strides past.

"But you love our hunts." Daniela's puppy eyes follow the blonde as she hastily makes her way further down the corridor.

"Where are you going?"

"Out." She swings the doors open and disappears into the cold night. Her sisters exchange bewildered looks when the doors slam behind her.

—

Laughter fills the air as people gossip, drinks occupying hands and smiles wide enough to leave their warm cheeks aching. Comfortably loud music fills the intervals between conversations, sending a light buzz through the floorboards where they stand.

Outside, Bela is sat high up in a tree with an arm over her bent knee, narrowed eyes drifting over the house. Not a detail is missed by them. Even the faintest whispers are picked up by her curious ears.