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OOC. hi ari i blatantly adore you & thank you so much for such kind words.   

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OOC. NADIAAAAAAAA. you’re so lovely????? thank you??? I adore you??? I just. you’re literally such a good person & such a good writer && just. so good. i love writing with you a lot &&& just kind of want to smother you with affection bc you deserve it. i’m so happy you’re back too tbh & i can’t wait until we can flood the dash with our #content lmao. 

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TO be completely honest, sora almost wished she was a fugitive again. because at least then, people who were basically strangers didn’t approach her with vague nonsense. it wasn’t a lot to ask, really, that people leave her alone. she had been doing everything in her power to exude how much she didn’t want to be here. enough that jellal had, on multiple occasions through out the night taken a break from his schmoozing to glare at her. 

SAY what you will about dark guilds, but at least they hadn’t had gatherings. almost every mage in this room would have jumped at the chance to shove her back into a cell not even a year ago, but she was expected to sit here & play nicely with them? as if. 

WHEN lyon vastia, who had been a part of the whole operation that got her thrown into prison in the first place, approached her she’d dimly hoped that he’d start something. attempt to antagonize her enough that she could justify attacking someone. instead, he threw some ridiculous statement at her && it was all she could do to keep from screeching in frustration. 

“My apologies,” sora said, the sharpness in her voice conveying how insincere those apologies were.  “but what did I do that gave you the impression you were allowed to talk to me?”  

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STARING down the grave in front of her, sora tried to illicit some kind of emotion. the only thing she could conjure up was a vicious sense of pride. looking at her father’s name on a tombstone did nothing but entertain her. if nothing else, for all the red she had on her ledger, she’d had a hand in ridding the world of a horrible man. 

DESPITE the fact that this was a moment that should have been private, for what if she had wished to mourn, mordred was next to her running his mouth as per usual. there was a moment where she entertained the notion of forcing a scene, weeping dramatically for her father just to spite mordred. she wondered if the display would make him uncomfortable. 

IT didn’t take her long to decide against it though - her father didn’t deserve her tears. be they born of sorrow or spite. if she had it her way, there wouldn’t be a single tear shed at this gravesite. not even the sky’s rain. she hoped, against reality, that the grass he was buried underneath turn brown among the green of the rest of the cemetery. 

“oh, don’t act like you haven’t filled a few tombs before.” 

SNAPPING harshly, sora let her annoyance paint her face. it didn’t matter what mordred did, what he became, sora would never look at him with anything but ire. he had her sister’s heart & he hadn’t cared for it properly. it was only another strike against him that he had it regardless.