“Y-You are a pillar of perseverance” She responded, trying to keep her emotions in check. “That tis really what I needed to hear” her voice seemingly filled with tears. This late in life, she found herself quickly revisiting her teen years; years she should’ve spent experiencing the ups and downs of adolescent life, instead of assassinating prime ministers.
“This is all kind of crazy, one week I’m cutting the head off mythical creatures; the next I’m falling head over heels for you. I find it Ironic that such a wholesome person was created from such a terrifying event. Even when we were engaged in battle; I could not find one immoral bone within you.”
Once again turning toward the pier, she collected herself; fighting her unruly hair, she fix her hazels eyes back on him in disbelief. It was time to save the world, but her emotions shift back and forth; between what she wanted, and what she needed to do.
“I- look at you, and I see everything I want for myself” Alexis didn’t have a past that would hinder him going forward, she did. He could see the person she was, but he still cared for her. Entering his arm span again, she rest her head on his chest; locking her arms around his waist.
“My mother is very protective, I would not be surprised if she were watching us right now” Z said, once again clutching Alexis’ hands.
The passionate stroll was short-lived, Charlie reported in with news; News Z had easily forgot about.
“Ziccarra, President Anthony Stark has officially issued an Extradition Order; looks as if Spain will comply. You need to leave Malaga.”
“I understand” Ziccarra’s eye’s turn toward Alexis, she couldn’t help feeling like this would be the last time she saw him. She had two options, take the Cardinal route and leave; or what her virtuous boyfriend instructed, which was to take responsibility.
She could kill, a skill that Alexis didn’t have; he on the other hand maintained accountability; something she knew nothing about.
She purposely got lost in his pacific blue eyes, and leaned in painfully slow. There was no fighting urge the closer she leaned, the more it seemed like gravity pushed. His warm lips felt like heaven with its tenderness. He kissed back with so much intensity, she felt her wounds healing. “Remember…You are the hero they need to see.” She said, parting ways with him.
Explaining her position in the destruction of Union City; wasn’t going to happen. She was going to need a lawyer, not that it mattered; Stark wasn’t going to allowed someone who opposed his regime to walk free regardless.
Standing at the gates of the US Embassy, the Malagan Deity forfeited her freedom; and turned herself into the United States of America.
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