@andres_knightfall: "I guess someone will have to play the good guy once in a while, right?" ironically, she was far from that, but it amused her with the thought of being so kind to something she didn't care about.Andres, she loved his cold resilient heart, one that wasn't moved by the affairs of others but instead his apathetic nature was one easily broken in her presence or so that was the impression she received. But at the moment he was her Prospero, her own little sweet heart who had a multitude of talents. Over the past months, the two connected in ways others could not fathom. They both held special talents, she was a witch and he was a superior genetic link to mankind's future, a mutant. A brilliant mind who taught her so many things despite her current power stage, the witch learned more and more of his ethics on life and it resonated perfectly with hers. She was his muse and he was her poet, together they made the most exquisite of arts known to mankind.
She had drifted too long in her fantasies before her present reality snapped back. "I'm sorry." she said, apologizing for her lack of focus, "I just want someone to die so we can escape this horrid place without the blood sucking fans and paparazzi conjuring stories on why we left. Maybe not death but hurt. Anything to get out of here without a fabricated story." her slight unenthusiastic response to this event was clearly evident, this was the third time she attended and it hadn't change much since the first time she attended.
"I want to go back to New Orleans and claim what is mines." pressing her body against Andres, the witch felt the armed Charismatic Catalan. "You wouldn't mind having a few tiny bombs with you do you, baby?" looking into his with a pouty expression, she was trying to play cute, hopefully it work. All that clouded her mind was regaining the Heart.
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