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Breakfast, with Mona
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To Desdemonaβs response, Dominic could only give a blank stare. He blinked slowly, as if in disbelief how someone could completely miss the obvious sarcasm. βI was bruised? I hadnβt realized,β he replied, but a short pause later he realized maybe it wasnβt the best way to go by it.
He sighed, sitting up straight in his seat. βIt was sarcasm, Desdemona,β he corrected, his tone flat. However despite the strangeness of her response, his voice showed no signs of impatience.
For most of the conversation, his mind seemed to wander. Toying with his fork, he had barely touched his food, and barely realized the girl had no food to eat.
βCan I ask what happened?β
Dominicβs hand stopped in its place, and his eyes dropped down to the table beneath his hands. For a few seconds, he remained silent in thought, as if answering her question was a complex riddle he had to solve. He couldβve simply said no and shut her down again, butβ¦
βYes, I guess,β he blurted out without much thought. Immediately after he felt his throat tighten. βIβ¦ I could tell you,β he continued, the words cutting off briefly, his voice shaky. He could tell her, he wanted to, howeverβ¦ It didnβt feel as easy as heβd imagined a few seconds ago, when he impulsively replied with a yes. Though he was going to leave, to a place far enough where Vincenzo couldnβt find him, there were still the worries in the back of his mind. If he told this girl the truth, even omitting details and names, what if the news travelled to the coven? What if somebody came after him before he managed to leave? Regardless of whether he wanted to speak up, or not, the risk was too great. Perhaps, there were no rules against sharing the events that transpired that night, but nothing could stand in the way of his plan.
He took a deep breath, attempting to calm his nerves and the slight tremble in his voice. βI fell down the stairs,β he responded, tone flat as usual. βNot once, but twice,β and with that sentence he was internally facepalming. If he had the chance he would push himself down the stairs, just so he doesnβt have to listen to the words of those lackeys coming out of his own mouth. βAs I told you, there was a disagreement, and things simply led to me falling down the stairs. It is why Iβm not making a big deal out of it.β Though there was a nonchalance to how he spoke, as he met her eyes, he could only hope she would look into his and tell that heβs lying. Heβs never been a good liar, in fact, a very bad one. One that even she could figure out. Though thinking so lowly of her would likely be a mistake, after all he had to learn the hard way not to underestimate someoneβs intelligence. And hopefully, by the time she figured it out, heβd already be gone from the academy grounds.
As her mind had drifted off in thought, Dominic had waved his hand to bring her back to the present. She giggled in response to his joking question, once again answering seriously. She apologized, catching Dominic off guard a second time, and this time he simply didnβt know how to reply. He only nodded, his face showing hints of his confusion.
Desdemona had chosen to continue the conversation, for some reason, asking Dominic about the scavenger hunt. Now, he wasnβt certain whether she was asking to make small talk or if there really was the possibility she was trying to gather information on him. The chances were low, he wasnβt anyone special, but what other explanation was there as to why she was still talking to him? He tried to dodge the question, redirecting it towards her, but it seemed she caught on.
βWell, what?β she asked in curiosity, leaving Dominic frozen in silence. Since his attempt to defer her question had failed, no words were coming to his mind. Eye contact seemed to make it more tense, but looking away wasnβt any better. She was watching him, waiting for his reply, but Dominic could do nothing but cross his arms and hunch over slightly.
To his luck, she quickly spoke again, interrupting his thoughts. βOkayβ¦β she began, and as they made contact she proceeded to actually answer his question. Dominic furrowed his brows, partly because she decided to do it, but mostly because she wasβ¦ Excited? There was nothing but a day of searching ahead, and as curious Dominic was of this academyβs secrets, nothing was worth staying for any longer.
βThe garden?β heβd asked, hoping to find an answer even though he knew he wouldnβt understand it. βWhat makes it so special?β Still, he couldnβt help his curiosity.
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@raviola β π₯β Desdemona Sevdaliza
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