Leonora Bernardi locked in the dark. Hurt for most of her life, scared of her own shadow. Not knowing what the outside world is like, she's the epitome of innocence. One look at her and it's like her aura could light up the room.
Nikolai Volkov fut...
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Retrouvaille: - The joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation; rediscovery.
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I observe as Leonora snaps photos of items she notices as we stroll down the corridor. Her palm shaking the developing images before she looked at them, smiling and deposited them in her enormous hoodie pocket before continuing. I keep her close to my chest, enjoying her skin against mine.
"W-wait. Wait!" Leonora replied, causing me to halt and furrow my brows, looking down to meet her gaze. In the dark corridors, a brilliant flash strikes my eyes, causing me to blink in an attempt to clear my vision of the black stars.
"Pretty." Leonora displays the photograph she just took. How is it possible that she has already perfected photography? The morning light pouring through one of the windows at the end of the corridor illuminating the side of my face, as my shadow falls across the floor.
"Oh принцесса your so going to pay for that later." (translation: princess) I chuckle giving her a sly grin. She hides her face in the blanket, but I smirk noticing the slight blush coating her cheeks.
As I cradled her, I couldn't help but be captivated by the way her eyes shimmered with a mix of pain and trust. Her petite form nestled against me, finding solace in my embrace. This girl is to innocent for this world, and I was going to be there, to protect her and cherish this innocence that radiated from within her.
Her hand emerges from under the blanket as she continues to trace some of the tattoos on my hand.
"You like them?" I ask, making my way downstairs. She hums continuing her trail.
"Which one's your favourite?" I ask, her hand now coming up to rest above a black rose across my hand.
"T-this.... pretty."
Pretty? That is not how people have described my tattoos before.
"Pretty huh? I have a lot more other than these. Maybe I'll show you one day."
"R-really?" She says excitedly, those vivid green eyes turning to look up at me.
"Of course, I pro-"
"Who. Is. That." A familiar voice says as I turn to see Adalynn by the front door, looking up the stair's to where we're standing. I feel Leonora hide into my chest, obviously not liking a new face around her right now. I continue to take the last few steps down, tightening my hold on her.
"Adalynn what are you doing here?" I ask. Micah couldn't have invited her over, and if he did he's stupid. Surely he would understand that Leonora doesn't want nor need to meet anyone new right now. I can feel her body shaking against mine.
"Micah phoned me, he told me to drop some clothes off. He didn't explain why though." She said, looking between Leonora and I. Now that you say it, I do notice the many bags she's holding and the one's by the door.
