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“How delicious,” Brun-Gath began, his eyes taking in Kara’s lithe frame with a hungry gaze. “I always knew I was an Alpha,” he continued. “Never did I dream to be paired with an El, however.” he gave her a sly grin as he stepped closer to her.

“Are you disappointed that it’s me?” He wondered.

Kara flushed at that word, delicious.  She couldn’t explain why, it sent a visual of impure things with that lilted tongue through her mind and she blinked it away, glancing away from him before she could focus again.  Her pride forced her not to back down from him, however.  She wouldn’t back down from a fight, she certainly wouldn’t run from a friendlier encounter.  She did have to look up slightly though, their slight height difference more prominent as he drew closer.

“Why would I laugh?” Belle asked, more confused now than ever. “And how is it my fault?”

One step down the stairs, two, and then she is rushing down; where she once ran from him, she now ran into his arms, barely giving him a second to give his horse to a servant before her arms were around his neck, wet eyes burying in his neck. “You are back.” 

“Let’s not even get started on what a rockin’ bod you have, either.”

He teased her.

"Oh, stop it.."

She said, raising her hands to her cheeks. She could feel them start to flush with colour.

     She had to get rid of it, she couldn’t keep it hidden away in her jewelry box anymore. She had kept it with her for over two hundred years, two long centuries of pain and loneliness. Why had she felt the need to keep it? It was a gift given with a promise of false hope and lies, something she had believed to be a symbol of love and affection when all it was, was a token of lust, one used to keep her around for someone else’s needs. Each time she looked at it, she was reminded that she had been used and tossed away like a tissue, thrown to the side like nothing more than a whore. If she could leave Collinsport after everything that Barnabas and his family had put her through, she could get rid of the necklace.

     She walked up to the pawn shop she had passed a few times since coming to Storybrooke, the necklace laying in her palm with the chain wrapped around her fingers. She looked down at the small pedant, two hundred year old silver with an anchor imprinted upon it. At the time, she thought it romantic that he had given her such a gift, since they lived in a sea side down and met on a ship-only to find out it was the most simple and cheap piece of silver he could find to present her with.

     She closed her fist around the pendant and took a deep breath, eyes flicking up to the OPEN sign on the door. She pushed the door open, hearing a little bell above her head chime. She walked inside with her stilettos clicking against the hard wood floor, strolling curiously through the shop as her eyes took in the bits and bobs around her. “Hello?” she called, not seeing anyone behind the counter. 

Watching him as he spoke, telling her that his people were still alive somewhere out there. That his mother might still be alive. It was incredible news, probably the best news that could ever have come. Yet, as she was happy for him it also meant he would be leaving. He didn’t have a reason to stay. “That’s wonderful! It’s truly wonderful!”

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