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ㅤㅤ“Certainly better than the other one.”

ㅤㅤ•° slowly moving away, replacing her thighs below Ivy's head with a pillow.

ㅤㅤ“I'll go brew some tea.”
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ㅤㅤ“I suppose that makes sense. You are part plant, after all.”

ㅤㅤ•° pulling a blanket from behind her, placing it above Ivy.

ㅤㅤ“Best to keep warm and cosy, yes.ᐣ Or perhaps ... you need ultraviolet light.ᐣ“

ㅤㅤ•° she's just jesting.
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ㅤㅤ•° brushing her hair with a comb.

ㅤㅤ“Something troubling you, Ivy.ᐣ”
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ㅤㅤ“No matter the distance, no matter the time. I still consider you a dear friend to me. Especially since I haven't paid you back for duplicating my weapon, way back then when we first met in that ... treacherous dungeon-place.”
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ㅤㅤ“Despite that, I still want us to be friends.”

ㅤㅤ•° there's a chance they'll drift apart again, and take months or years to meet again. Perhaps the next time they meet, she would be dying in a battleground, or simply working through her papers. Anything could happen in the future.

—&—

ㅤㅤ•° she spoke something under her breath. A command to her Infernal partner, letting it know to wait for her command.
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ㅤㅤ•° but, she also noticed a creaking sound from around and below them. She wasn't a fool, or someone ignorant. One hand found Eve's arm, a quiet warning to keep her guards up. There was certainly something lurking nearby. Something out to get them.

—&—

ㅤㅤ•° she looked down from the crane's control panel. It would be a long fall, but it wasn't as if her ankles or knees would give out. She's a witch, after all, and centuries of practice won't fail her, surely.

—&—

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ㅤㅤ“ ... What do you wish to do to me.ᐣ”

ㅤㅤ•° the question was simple, straightforward. She may be held hostage, but she still held the grace and power of a general. Centuries of practice made it difficult to change.
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ㅤㅤ•° the general in carmine sat still for a while, eyes downcast, before meeting the man in front of her. Makimoto, if she remembered correctly. Jiaying didn't like him, that's why she made a pact with him. A pact that doubled as a tracker.

—&—

ㅤㅤ•° her son, her apprentice, standing on one of the watchtowers, the end of a gun's barrel pointed at his head. They realized she didn't fear death or punishment, but she feared losing him.

—&—

ㅤㅤ•° a courtyard prison, with watchtowers around them. Dozens of snipers aimed at her head, if she dared to break free from her chains. She would not mind doing that, if not for one thing.

ㅤㅤ•° Denji.

—&—

ㅤㅤ•° then, she was forced to sit on a chair, and the chains were tied around the back of it. The sack was lifted, and she blinked a few times before adjusting to the change of scenery.

—&—

ㅤㅤ•° a sack was put on her head. She was blind to the world. She only felt a difference when she was tugged to stand up, body feeling terribly wobbly. She managed to follow whoever was tugging her forward anyways, her senses never failing her, despite them being dampened

—&—