ohmygod ohmygod he's too cute! Those dimples and- wait. Snap out of it Penny! You need to be serious. This is serious!
I scoff in reply. 'Um, a lesser prison sentence?' I offer, and seeing the hurt in his eyes I soften. 'Work with us, not against us Talon.' I plead. I can see his posture droop in indecision. After a while of awkward silence and me silently begging him he raises his head.
'I-I can't say.' He tells me quietly, not making eye contact. I put on a brave face. 'You can't? Pity. I guess I'll have to find another way.' I growl, more aggressively than I had originally intended. There is shame in his eyes, but my gaze is elsewhere - lingering on his left wrist.
I lean over the middle of the cold metal table, grabbing his handcuffed arms. He squints in confusion, and if I wasn't completely shocked I'd be thrilling about how totally adorkable he is, but no. Somehow he snuck his bracer into prison! His gaze eventually follows mine to his bracer and he shakes his head.
'Leave it.' He says quietly but firmly. 'Like hell I'll leave it!' I snarl indignantly, yanking it off of his wrist. Talon's eyes widen and he quickly plunges his handcuffed arms under the table and out of my view.
I raise my eyebrows and he says nothing. He looks up at me, eyes filled with desperation, shame and... tears?
I tilt my head to the side.
'What's happened Talon?' I ask. 'You can talk to me.' I try to comfort him. 'Oh I can?' He says softly. On second look, those gorgeous chocolate eyes have changed from expressing betrayal to anger.
'Because it looks like I can't. Seeing as you don't trust me, or your dear Chief Quimby.' He growls, glaring at me like a tiger stalking their prey. My blood runs cold.
'W-what do you mean?' I stammer, trying to pull a straight face. Damnit penny, you're meant to be in control here! You're interrogating him, not the other way ro-
My thoughts are cut off as he raises his arms from his lap and lays them on the table. I look at him in the eyes curiously, and then down at his arms. My heart stops and eyes widen. I feel all colour drain from my face, making me even whiter if that's physically possible.
His left arm- it's metal.
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If We Go Down Then We Go Down Together (Talenny)
FanfictionAn evil 14 year old boy. A good 14 year old girl. Two completely different stories, united as one. Kidnapping, betrayal, romance, action, and as go-go gadget says 'twists, turns and twisty turns'. I do not own any of the characters, or the cover on...