#mpxrileyhowell

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He's unsure but he understands that she might be more so and timidly, tenderly he reaches out to level things with her. "Angela," he speaks as he pulls her into a hug right up against the warmth of his skin, "there's not a single bit of you that I wouldn't sell my soul to love more than I already do." 

Riley knows that he's not always believed in fate but how often does it throw the very person that makes the world feel right back into your life again? How often does it cradle them as best it can until your paths cross again and only amplify the feelings you carried for years? "I want to experience, learn and care for every side of you. Please, I can't lose you twice in my life." 

That voice that sings around the world is singing for her, "Let me in Angela."

 Angela scrambled awake after having drifted asleep while they watched a television show. Nightmares had began to escalate lately, especially with what Yoongi told her. She had appreciated Riley’s presence lately, though she did not know what she had done to deserve it. He was her friend, and she associate all of his feelings platonically. In truth, she did not think she deserved anything more. 

As she is pulled into his embrace, her eyes widened in surprise, but her arms slowly hook around his neck as she attempts to process his words, naturally pulling him into a hug like she always did. Angela was no stranger to affection, but her head tilts in confusion though the smallest flush colors her cheeks. “Oh, Riley. You love the person you remember.” She speaks softly, and her chin rested over his shoulder, seeking to avoid his gaze. “And this person is no longer worth the price of your soul.”

Bora had been cutting some fresh fruit for Siwoo and Riley. The child had gotten so lost in their coloring book that he seemed to ignore the pair as they chatted in the kitchen together. Everything had been cheerful, upbeat until one wrong answer had him asking questions she was not to fond to answer or do.

"Goodness, what is with everyone asking such dramatic questions and requests of me lately?" She whines softly, not lifting her gaze from the fruit as she tries to appear distracted with cutting it. All she wanted was to relax with the pair, but it seemed that she would not get that luxury. It with a sigh that she sets the knife down, turning to face him. Her face scans his, looking to gauge his feelings.

"I--." want to turn back time, to never have had a chance to become the monster I am today. She pauses for a moment, and different words leave her lips. "Just want a happy family. Love and maybe more children. Maybe one day!" She quips softly, and though those were genuine desires of her, it was not what she craved for the most. However, it gave her what she thought was an escape from this conversation. That would be enough for now.

Bora takes a piece of fruit, pressing it to his lips. "Eat. No more weird question, please."

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The stall seemed to be getting a steady flow of traffic. Everyone seemed so interested in the flower ice, to the point that she considered adding it to the menu as a seasonal item. So, as Eunbi had covered the orders, Bora slipped to the back of the stall to prepare some coffee to put in fridge to chill. As she nearly filled the third bottle up, a sudden noise makes her jump and burning hot coffee lands on her hand. 

A gasp falls from her lips, quickly running her hand under cold water to wash away coffee and to allow cool water to hit the burn. She manages to the coffee pouring with her other hand, struggling slightly to put the bottles into the fridge so that can cool. In doing so, she suddenly aware of a presence behind her. She turns her head, expecting to see Eunbi. However, her eyes widens immediately when spots Riley. 

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"Or you could try blaming the fools that have been dumb enough to hurt you," he says it with all the venom of having watched the effect of men through stories about her life. "Love doesn't have to be a game that you always lose." Riley hears the child in the room and lowers his voice to a whisper. It keeps between the two of them as he says, "Trying again is just that- trying. Don't be afraid to try, if not for the thrill then to say that you at least didn't let bad experiences rob you of a possible shot at happiness."

His eyes are so focused on her for any sign of lingering fear. He wants her to be happy again, he wants her to try everything again- like when they were younger. He wants her to live more fully.

Bora sat beside him, allowing him the opportunity to speak. She knew he meant well with his words. Bora could hear the concern, the care. Her hand reached out to grasp his, and she looked up at him with a soft and delicate smile. “Oh, Riley.” She sighs softly. “You make it sound so easy, but I’m a broken woman who has done horrible things.” She gives him a gentle squeeze, only pausing as she checks to make sure Siwoo had not escape his room in some attempt to avoid sleep. 

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He’d always held a love for the arts. He’d always found himself leaning to the arts, partially because he respected the rules that governed the arts realm and how freeing they were compared to his own laws of nature. He’d always been attracted to the musicians, the singers, the dancers so it was no surprise that he ended up gravitating towards the singing lessons at the university during his free times. The musical beauty of opera attracted him and he visited all the time just to listen to the other sing warm ups and practices before his classes. 

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Siwoo had been tired of his mother keeping him locked up in the Flower Mill. She had finally took Yoongi’s advice and slacked off some of the control, having a manager now to tend to the place so that she would not have to work as much. Yet, she still had work that needed to do, and as the cold disappeared, Siwoo had finally managed to get the demigoddess to take him out for a walk. 

It was as if history repeated itself. As soon as the got to the park, Siwoo decided that a sprint was the best course of action. Bora was glad she had not worn heels, because her growing toddler seemed to only get better at running away from her as time passed on. She saw the child finally stop before a stranger, immediately chattering to the male about how great the weather was. 

A wave of relief filled her chest, and as she got closer, that relief changed to surprise. She had not seen or heard the male before she was swept away by her kidnapper. Riley had been someone so dear to her, and someone she kept in her heart even as the world around her crumbled. She never imagined that she would see him again, and emotion tried overwhelm the demigoddess as she went straight to him.