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They had planned tonight specifically since she had her half-day at the school, allowing her time to prepare the meal and set up the table. They had suggested a date night just for the sake of it, with a bottle of wine, homemade risotto, and a (possibly cheesy) movie on the sofa. She had been looking forward to this all week, and she was just lighting a candle on the dining table for a little added mood when she heard the front door opening. 

then during the day, he’d have random thoughts, random visions going through his head of the same thing. a woman’s laugh, the smell of cigarette smoke, that same music. he truly didn’t know what was going on with himself, and all of this had started the moment he got his new neighbor. he’d seen aaliyah here and there since she’d moved in, had helped her one or twice with something that needed fixing but, that had been the extent of their interactions. and he could shake the fact that he felt like he knew her face either.

which is why he found himself on her doorstep tonight, flustered and just... needing to talk to someone about what was going on with him. wyatt knocked on the door and waited, almost pacing a bit, and when aaliyah opened the door and he looked at her, there was another flash in his mind. the woman he’d been hearing sing in his dreams, it was her.  ‘you.’ was the only thing he said at first, simply staring at her.

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Barbara Soares. It really had been a long time since he last seen her in person. She had definitely matured beautifully, not that he was surprised. Barbara had always been beautiful. He couldn’t help but look her over, even in a simple white blouse and black skirt, radiant as ever. Her voice just as soft as he recalled, though his memories could never do it justice. 

“It definitely has been a long time, hasn’t it,” he answered coolly then motioned for her to come closer and take a seat in front of his desk. “I am fine, a bit stressed with work but that’s life isn’t it,” he wasn’t always a fan of small talk, preferring to get to the meat of things fairly quickly but for her, he made an exception. Of course, that had been why his men had not harmed her. “How about you, Barbara? How have you been? Time has certainly been kind to you,” he complimented, eyes lingering on her for a while. Ezio knew why she was here but they would get to that soon.

What he really wanted was to spend more time with her now that life has seen fit to throw them back together. Looking at the hour he couldn’t help but wonder if she has had dinner yet and if not, maybe he could persuade her to have some with him.

As light began to pour into the room, Sophie slowly stirred awake. It took a moment for her brain to catch up with where she was, but she certainly wasn’t in her own home. The light was coming from he wrong direction. She belt a solid warmth against her, yet another indication that she was very likely not in her own bed, if the light was coming from the wrong direction and there was someone beside her. She reluctantly opened her eyes to find a very attractive sleeping face next to her, but that also brought with a flood of events, and a tidal wave of embarrassment and shame. She’d slept with someone, and she hadn’t gotten married, and this man played a role in that.

Launching herself out of the bed, Sophie began hunting for her clothes. “Oh no...” she muttered as she picked up a pair of underwear, definitely his, and tossed them aside as she reached for her own underwear and slipped them on. “Nononono... Oh my god... what did I do...” She spun around in place, eyes searching for her bra, where the hell had that gone? As she turned around again, her eyes landed on the figure in bed, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. “This... cannot be happening...” She suddenly realized that she hadn’t gotten covered enough and quickly crossed her arms over her chest. “My life is completely ruined...”

the end came swiftly, the wrath of creatures beyond human and their long pent up vices tearing apart human society in the same sort of way that a boot does not care for an anthill it stumbles through. amitiel fell long before then, grace removed and wings torn asunder, but she did not have it in herself to put much effort into the salvation of humanity - not that a single fallen angel could have done much either way. the injustice of it haunts her, but there is no personal guilt to accompany the feeling.

she finds herself wandering, enough grace remaining to have little need for food or water. it’s a lonely life, but one that enables her to see a great many things and perhaps create some plan for restoring her grace eventually. typically she steers clear of other survivors, but sounds in a ruin draw her attention and she investigates carefully but with no intention to sneak around. when finally her gaze finds another, she comes to a stop, head tilting to the side curiously as she takes in the sight of them. 

“What do you want Ledger? Can’t I get a little peace and quiet for once?’ She snipped out loud. Charlotte knew he was there. He was always there, always in the corner of her eye and she hated it. They put on a good show on stage, gave the fans what they wanted, but behind bus doors and stage curtains, Charlotte couldn’t stand him. He hated her too, so why the hell was he always bothering her? She knew it was getting on Leo and Freddie’s nerves too, their constant bickering, but it was like he couldn’t help but send a snide remark her way and set her off. ‘Seriously Micki what do you want?’ She said, turning her head to face him. @elisemuses​ !​