ELLADORA LESTRANGEĀ Ā /Ā Ā 01.
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Ā Ā heād heard. of course heād heard. how COULDNāTĀ he have heard what had happened to her father? and even if he hadnāt, how could he let her walk out his classroom so forlorn? how was he meant to fucking do that? with a flurry of uncertainty in his veins, hawke called out to her as the rest of the students scurried for the exit.Ā ā miss lestrange, if you wouldnāt mind staying behind a minute. ā he told himself he had only her BEST INTERESTSĀ at heartĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā this wasnāt because heād grown USEDĀ to her usual advances, or because he somewhat MISSEDĀ seeing her reddened lips curve upwards into a smile. becauseĀ FUCK,Ā it couldnāt be because heād grown fondĀ of her laughter.
Ā Ā NO, he beckoned her now because it was part of his job, because this could affect her grades. and, because she showed PROMISEĀ in his lessons. perhaps she also needed a FRIEND.Ā not that hawke could be her friend. oh, fuck, who was he kidding? he cleared his throat as he circled around the desk, leaning back on its edge with arms crossed over his chest; he didnāt want his HANDSĀ betraying him. he kept the slight furrow of his brows, despite the trying smile his lips attempted. it didnāt feel NORMALĀ to him.Ā ā i missed your voice today. ā in lesson.Ā ā loss is CRUELĀ and unjust, elladora. ā he knew it TOO well.Ā ā no matter what anyone says, you have to deal with it how you need to deal with it. ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā the WHISPERSĀ that followed her fatherās reputation were loud. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā arms want to REACHĀ out. āĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā do you want to TALKĀ about it? ā
