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"you haven't touched your (f/s)" isabella smiled sweetly, calm pools of violet staring down at the young h/c-ette. the pools were always calm, the girl thought. she always wondered what the older woman was thinking.
the small girl remained unbothered, shrugging as she held on to her favorite snack, not so much as sparing the treat a glance.
"i'm saving it for later," she glanced at the others who were a ways away from the where they both stood, particularly emma, who was scarfing down her share amongst the the other children happily ate theirs.
isabella smiled, her eyes crinkling with the strain of her cheeks. "delayed gratification," she hummed, eyes briefly glancing towards the rowdier bunch of her children, before decidedly settling on her once more. "its a sign of discipline."
she patted her head, the warm gesture making heat rise to the younger girl's cheeks. isabella coos at this.
she turns to leave, bringing out her pocket watch to give a once over before she made her way towards the rest of her children. she looked back at the young girl, and with an outstretched hand, beckoned her over.
the girl quickly complied, placing her snack in one small hand while her other was engulfed in her mother's before they were making their way towards the group. "(n/n)," isabella said quietly, her gaze directed to the bunch of her kids eating their snacks,
"you'd make a fine mother one day"
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cold e/c stared down at the winged hero, the air in the room tense as he matched the seriousness of her gaze.
this was different from all the tapes hawks had seen of the girl, of all the notes and glowing recommendations left by every hero and spectator from both u.a. and the sports festival. in that moment, she wasn't some star pupil or predicted prodigy, no,
she was something else entirely— someone else, entirely. someone far different from the persona she created for herself here, that fact washed over her like icy water. she didn't want to think of the friendships, or all that she had in this world, as a means to an end, but as it was all created with guarded walls and untold truths, could she really call any it true?
she bit back a sigh, leaning back on her chair. the stress piled up once more. he knew. his tone, his eyes, his heart, it was all too real, too serious, too cold to be something she'd misconstrue.
"you said it yourself," she crossed her arms, eyes lidded as she calculated the possibilities this conversation would open up, "i'm a top scorer, why wouldn't you want me here?"
