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[GP/EP] You're not clear of story out here
Even before she knew for certain that it was the first of a month, Snow’s body had started bracing for it. She was wary and tense, preparing to cope with yet more people in the space of the hotel. It seemed that no sooner had she adjusted to whoever had showed up the last time, there was someone new again.
She didn’t want anything to do with the lot of it. That was what those busy women on the welcome committee were for. She didn’t think the committee was a stupid thing, not at all. Focusing on settling new people in kept the lot of them busy and away from her, and that was where she wanted them. They terrified her.
Snow White had only come into the main building to forage for food. The original plan was of course to turn right back around and escape before the expected rush (small or large) of new people to flood in.
But that was of course not what happened. When a universe was a pocket, it had less to focus on and fewer people to fuck with, and so Snow was entirely certain it was fucking with her when she was the one in the lobby when a new face came through the door.
She didn’t want anything to do with the lot of it. That was what those busy women on the welcome committee were for. She didn’t think the committee was a stupid thing, not at all. Focusing on settling new people in kept the lot of them busy and away from her, and that was where she wanted them. They terrified her.
Snow White had only come into the main building to forage for food. The original plan was of course to turn right back around and escape before the expected rush (small or large) of new people to flood in.
But that was of course not what happened. When a universe was a pocket, it had less to focus on and fewer people to fuck with, and so Snow was entirely certain it was fucking with her when she was the one in the lobby when a new face came through the door.
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"It... really does not change how you think of me?" he said, sounding almost hopeful.
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So he simply said softly, "Thank you, Ignis."
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Ignis was committing it all to memory. Not what Alcuin looked like, not really, or even what he felt like but enough to sharpen impressions, to get an idea of how expression might brighten or darken a face like that. "Thank you," he breathed.
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It would be such a simple task to seduce Ignis, he thought, and then realized that he was still thinking like this, like it was a game. Did he even know how to simply want something for himself? How to want anything at all, besides the one thing he had always wanted - Anafiel?
"And I am glad to have found you here," he said.
And then, very deliberately, he let the moment pass.
"Perhaps a cooking lesson?" he suggested. "Assuming you were planning to make dinner tonight."
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