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╰ ✦ 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒╭ ᘒAdella smiled as she put on the small headphones. She waited until the screen came on, a relieved sigh left her fathers mouth as he saw her daughter alive.
"I'm glad to see you, Niña." He smiled as Adella laughed, a bright smile on her face. Her and her father have had a pretty close bond since she was young. Maybe because it was only them two, but never the less, they were close.
"I'm glad to see you're alive. Thought Jaha might of floated you for helping Raven and Abby." Adella shook her head. "Also thank you for bringing Rave down here, it's been dreadful without her and having to put up with Finn." She joked around as her father laughed.
He shrugged with a smile. "I needed to know if you were alive. How's Raven?"
"She's fine, as you heard, we got into a little trouble." Adella sighed. "Nothing we can't handle."
"I'm sure of it." Her father chuckled. "How's Finn?"
Adella nodded her head. "He's one tough son of a bitch." Her face sort of dropped as she fiddled with her hands. "I was so scared that I was going to loose him dad."
"Don't be scared niña, like you said, Finn is one tough son of a bitch. The kid always has been." Pietro explained sympathetically. Finn was also like a son to him.
Adella nodded her head. "I miss you. It's been a rough couple of days down here." She admitted. "But it's had some good parts."
"I know, I'll be down there with you very soon niña. So, we've got a couple minuets left. Have you formed any friendships, or are you still my stubborn child?" He looked at his daughter as she nodded her head.
She glared playfully a the older man. "I actually have." She hummed as her father raised a Brow. "Y'know that boy I told you about, Jasper? The one that tried to tackle me? Yeah, we're like the bestest of friends." Adella chuckled, the smile never leaving her lips.
"Now that's some shocking news." Pietro joked as she rolled her eyes.
"Now, this is just bullying at this point dad." She wined as his laugh echoed through the tent.
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UNDER THE SKIN - 𝖩𝖮𝖧𝖭 𝖬𝖴𝖱𝖯𝖧𝖸 ¹
ActionRE WRITING!! As she tried to describe it, she realised no words were storing enough. Her dreams are filled with familiar shapes and ever-changing silhouettes. In time, they become majestic and a thing of beauty, and she can start anew on the ground...