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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2016 6:48 pm
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It takes Shiloh a long time before he responds to the text, because he doesn't know who the person is or what they want or what his relationship could have even been to them. Honestly, it kind of scares him, or at the very least makes him uncomfortable.
Quote: text to: Your Fave 💖💖💖 yea im still alive lol srry.
He sucked in a deep breath, trying to figure his words out. It wasn't like he could just ask who the hell this contact in his phone was without royally screwing up some intricately woven past-connection of his.
Quote: text to: Your Fave 💖💖💖 alot of s**t happnd dnt want 2 tlk abt it
Quote: text to: Your Fave 💖💖💖 or idk maybe i should u wanna meet up somewhre
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2016 8:36 pm
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Melancholies You jerk! You know better than to leave me hanging!!
'Your Fave' is unhappy.
Quote: You can make it up to me by going to the Danvers mall with me. I need someone to carry my bag.
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2016 6:03 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2016 11:01 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2016 11:17 am
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2016 5:16 pm
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Shiloh didn't mind public transport. He did mind it when he was anxious—waiting—wondering. The ride seemed so much slower, so much longer, yet way too fast. He wasn't sure if he was ready for who he might see.
Lingering around outside of the mall complex with his nose in his phone (look busy, look casual), he definitely was not ready for the person who literally ran to meet him. Hi first reaction was to run, and his second was to lunge, and his third (the one he blessedly went with) was to remain frozen in place. The bags under his eyes from days of piss-poor sleep stood out against the paleness of his face, blood completely gone from his skin. It left him looking like a ghost.
"S-Study—" he couldn't finish the sentence, couldn't find his words. Here was Melany staring him in the face, acting like they'd known each other for literal years. Here was Melany without any of the spite. Here was Melany without any of the contempt. She didn't look at him like he was an imperfect stain on the earth. She didn't command him.
But he still felt sick to his stomach.
It didn't matter how different this Melany was. He still couldn't say no.
"T-That's, uh—" he refined himself, forced the stutter out of his voice. It was so easy to slip into old habits. "It's been hectic." He swallowed hard, "I got kinda sick..."
Not a total lie but very far from the truth.
"Who else ended up making it? To the study session I mean." he tested curiously. If Melany was here, what did that mean for court...? "Hopefully I wasn't the only one who ditched, huh..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2017 3:43 pm
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This was weird. This was beyond weird. This made him sick and made him feel funny and made him want to run—but he couldn't. This made him feel guilty too, because he obviously wasn't the Shiloh she knew, just as she wasn't the Melany that had beaten and lorded over him. Exquisite beauty and absolute obedience.
It hits him at once: this Melany is obviously human.
"Not... really." He admitted, finding himself unable to lie. Unable to turn away as well, he followed her through the crowd. Then again, it wasn't even a question of sleep; it was a question of 'Yeah I just skipped an entire month of my life', but that wasn't something he could easily bring up without sounding like a raving lunatic. "But that sounds nice. About the turtles."
He forced a smile.
"Weird question," he took a deep, even breath as he completely changed the subject, eyes scanning storefront windows, "How d'you feel about magic?" At least he'd be safe if she lacked any magical inclination, whether they were 'friends' or not.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2017 8:12 pm
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Melany jumped, Shiloh jumped. It was a chain reaction of flailing. So could Melany still use magic? Her reaction made it seem that way, and that made his stomach sink. Was she still a Noble? Was...
"Sorry, forgot." He glanced away, eyes a little duller, weariness harder to mask. When he threw his blood into the sigil, a world where magic was fear mongered was not the result that he wanted. So much for all that optimistic sunshine crap.
Instead he sighed. "Shopping, yeah? That's what we're here for." He continued to manhandle the current topic around disjointedly, focused on the crowd. "A lot of ******** up s**t happened. I'll... tell you about it later." just don't look at her face, don't, don't—
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