Caelith remained half-turned away, as though direct confrontation required more energy than it was worth. One wing twitched — a restrained, instinctive motion quickly stilled.
“…If you’re looking for something,” he said quietly, “you won’t find it here” a pause, then softer — almost indifferent “…most don’t.”
Azalea looked at him, her hands shoved into the leather jacket pockets. “how do you know what i am searching for … perhaps i am just waiting for something to find me.” she said calmly
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