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Walkin' down the my street
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He fell back as the flame burst. Her mother did too, though while his chair flung right back and smacked the cabinet behind, hers only scraped across the linoleum. He controlled it quickly, and for a moment it spiralled languorously above the table. Her mother pressed her hands over her eyes; Ori could hear her slowly counting under her breath. Waiting for the hallucination to disappear.

Oriena herself smirked but seemed nonplussed by the anomaly; she did not flinch. Hardly a shame if this place burnt to ashes; it might finally convince her mother to move to a nicer area, like the house in the suburbs that had been purchased several years ago for exactly that purpose. She shrugged; regretted it when her nerve endings jammed with pain. It was lucky Luka hadn't dislocated her shoulder. Hurt like a bitch though.

Mikhail was grinning in that delicious way fools did when they thought to play with her. Before they realised how deep her claws sunk, or what a vicious little soul housed within. It was not a challenge he offered, just an invitation; one she might have disregarded but for that dancing flame and the opportunity it presented. She tutted. "Who would you even tell, Nobody Sergeyev?"
The tease was evident, a kitten with a length of string. The violence at the club had scoured her clean; beat the frustration and stress right out of her. She was in a surprisingly good mood given that he stood in the beating heart of the only thing in this world that really mattered to her.

"A good deed is it's own reward for a noble soul like yours."
The sarcasm was like razor wire. "But how about I trade it for a favour?"
"You say you're a godman. So what? 
I'm the devil herself"
Alpha ~ Little Destroyer
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[No subject] - by Mikhail - 01-27-2018, 12:12 AM
[No subject] - by Oriena - 01-28-2018, 05:35 PM
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[No subject] - by Oriena - 01-29-2018, 08:59 AM
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