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Outside the Party - with Lenore
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βYour pet?β That was a sudden proposal. Especially at a time like this. Many different theories threatened to overwhelm his mind again. But the corners of his lips raised in a small smile at the thought, was it a cat? His hand seemed to reach out to hers, though hovering in hesitation. Five minutes, he told himself. She couldnβt have known his plan was to escape, it was only an innocent question. Nothing will happen if he just accepted, and surely it would take a minute before he has to leave. After all, he owed her a goodbye at least, after everything sheβd done.
βAlright,β he sighed, placing his hand atop of hers. The implication in her words, that her pet seemed to calm her, had she noticed he was on edge? Of course she had. Dominic was never good at hiding his feelings, no matter how much he pretended to be. Perhaps that was what prompted her question.
You can be whoever you want for a day β she said. He however didnβt see the point. He was Dominic Vaillant. No matter how far he ran or hid, there were pieces of him so deeply tied to his past that he could never get rid of. His name β for one, and another β his power. Born as a son to that man whose name he wouldnβt dare speak. A costume would only be a lie, a short moment where he could convince himself this life wasnβt his own. And it tempted him, truly. But he knew it would do nothing to convince his restless mind.
βI donβt see the fun in it,β he replied dryly. βItβs only a costume. They will all recognize me anyhow.β
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@Caticorn β π₯β Lenore Ferrell
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