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Awake? Only barely. Although Richard’s eyelids began to flutter open, his head remained slumped against his shoulder. It was such an odd feeling. Although he was generally awake, Richard felt as if he wasn’t in his body. Glancing down, he noticed his ankles and wrists tied down, yet it still felt like he was floating on a cloud. Numb. Yet, there was something aching on the crook of his neck. What--... Wait... That’s right. 

100 Ways to Say ‘I Hate You’: ACCEPTING

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          She stays calm even though she feels like putting her hands around the other´s neck. How dare she? How dare she underestimate her? A small chuckle leaves her red lips and it takes a few seconds until she answers. “You offend me again, Miss Cho. Do you think you´re a better mother…” She stops, her breath getting caught in her throat. Silly, Rachel. Evie didn’t want to be a mother to Charlotte. And she shouldn’t be one for her, either. “Monitor”, she corrects herself. “Do you think you can be a better monitor for her than me?”

"A monitor? Yes. A mother? No. I detest children.” Evie lets out another laugh before sipping her tea. Just like Rachel, she’s unable to have children- but Evie is fine with it. She came to terms with it years ago and her personality leaves little time for loving anyone other than herself.

“But you have that dual role, just like Marion. They should have let her keep Charlotte, poor kid only has a few years left anyway. I’m sure you’ve heard the truth about her by now... Haven’t you?” The truth that the little girl is a poor imitation of Rachel. A clone of a clone. How sad! Evie knows they should be talking business, what with them in her office and drinking from this lovely teacups, but part of her doesn’t want to. Part of her wants to watch Rachel squirm.

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Sent ‘❄’ for a starter where our muses are stuck together during a winter storm.

Much to Charlotte’s amusement, her older brother had forced Rachel to spend some family time with them as they read aloud in front of the crackling fire. She was only able to enjoy it for a short while before she fell asleep against Ira’s shoulder and had to be tucked into bed. He came downstairs with a different book and an eagerness to interact with Rachel. He genuinely did want to get to know her, but he also wanted to make sure she knew that she couldn’t continue to shun them and act as if this was the absolute worst thing to have ever happened to her.

Once he deposited his book on the couch, he picked up their tea cups and saucers, taking them to the kitchen with the intent to refill them with hot tea. A wave of anxiety flooded through him as he watched the wind whip the snow around, he almost overfilled his cup in the process. With a brave face, he placed a few shortbread cookies on their saucers and returned to the living room, setting Rachel’s cup down on the side table near her.

“You know, Charlotte loves reading to us but perhaps it might be beneficial if you read to her. She will not care about any mistakes you might make, she will just be happy that you are spending time with her.” 

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