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Back to work, no time to think for a while.

Adella was puzzled at Dawn's words. Why would their memories be different? Was she saying that it had been just another night for her, or was there something else going on? She resisted the urge to help Dawn sit up properly. "How I remember things..." She paused. It felt awkward to put it into...

It was good to be back. To breathe the air, its unique scent a mixture of the spices, plants, food and people who made up the Lorrdian atmosphere. It brought back memories of her childhood, of the time before her life had turned into one spaceport after the next, smells of life and spice...

((Sorry for the wait!)) "It's not so hard when you grow up with it," Adella answered her partner with a subdued chuckle while the bartender picked out the bottle of green liquid. "Of course, they say learning languages is far easier when you're a child." Catching her glass easily with one hand...

So strange. There was a clear sign of recognition in Dawn's expression, but that was it. How was that even possible, everything considered? Adella frowned. Out of all possible reactions this was not even remotely close to any one she'd expected. The smile seemed genuine, but only in a friendly...

A few thin, pale lines were all that remained of the wounds on her left hand as Adella placed it on Aethon's arm. She smiled back at him. "This, right here. You and me. That's all that matters." Resting her head on his shoulder as they neared the airport, she sighed contentedly. Perhaps they...

Apparently building a new human from scratch takes a lot of energy... Sorry I'm late on replies >(

Three days until time off.. can't come soon enough :|

Watching as Aethon sorted through his thoughts trying to come to a decision, Adella waited silently, hopeful that her appeal had gotten through to him. His reluctance was easily visible, but her spirits soared as he agreed to her suggestion for now. She accepted his terms with a minute nod and...

It had been a simple question, she thought, however it seemed the answer was anything but. Adella felt that empty space within her expanding again, draining all color from the world despite her best efforts at fighting it. But she wouldn’t give up. How could she, with the love of her life come...

Ever since those secrets could kill you, Adella thought as Aethon looked away from her, disappointment practically radiating from his body. He was very unhappy about this, almost to the point of seeming disgusted, which came as no surprise. "I'm sorry," she apologized sincerely as she got to...

When Aethon asked if she would come home with him tonight, Adella smiled. It was all she wanted. She had to figure out a way to make it possible. She leaned up to kiss him, just a short, sweet kiss while she sorted the ideas in her mind. "I do. I want it all," she stated with certainty in her...

It was quiet in the garden, where lush green plants muted the sounds from the busy crowd mingling and exchanging pleasantries on the main floor. With the low lighting encouraging private conversations, the garden functioned as a small retreat, where there was space to breathe. They weren't alone...

So apparently reading while walking makes me motion sick?? Rubbish!

Hearing Aethon say those words, her lips still tingling with disbelief at the soft kiss they had shared, it was all she had hoped for but not dared dream of. She'd been so sure, so certain. Even when she'd sliced in to look at the autopsy photos, there had been nothing in the grisly images that...

Adella woke with a start, being grabbed by an unknown assailant and dragged to the ground, twisting reflexively to not end up at the bottom of the pile. Her eyes were still focusing, pinpointing the attacker with the extreme precision that came with a high dose of adrenaline, at the same time...

Being a newcomer to the bar, Adella watched warily as the grizzled-looking human male beat down the nikto and took off with his cash, looking away again as soon as conversation started back up. She was careful not to meet anyone's eyes. She'd seen her share of fist-fights, but they never ceased...

“I sent a thousand messages,” Adella answered quietly, looking into his eyes and seeing the turmoil of emotions that warred within him. Aethon’s body spoke volumes about the struggles he had gone through, about the rage and betrayal he felt so strongly, and even about the love that was still...

Something in Aethon's look made Garel stand down, letting go of Adella as if she was contagious. Apparently a hint of self-preservation was still present, he couldn't quite meet that murderous stare that revealed Aethon as something else than a mere partygoer. The self-made business owner...