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With a deep sigh, Ziegler swivels around in her office chair idly, her short golden tresses dangling openly an inch or two past her chin. It takes her a moment to realize that O’Deorain is staring ahead at her, past her steaming cup of tea. She offers her a smile and tilts her head, but doesn’t say anything to disrupt her thoughts. Another moment passes until she finally adverts her gaze, cheeks holding a pang of redness. She knows she’s been caught. Silence fills the room.
“I llike your hair better this way,” she eventually says.
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She observes her features. Her face doesn’t entirely display complete neutrality. She looks pained, there’s this feeble glint in her eyes whenever she pulls the trigger, as though she imagines a man sinking to the ground with a shout. Angela swallows. Hard. The redhead doesn’t wear any earmuffs, her ears must be ringing with gunshots at this point. She’s sweating a little, therefore wiping her forehead with the towel in front of herself briefly. And then she finally looks at Angela.
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“You’re beautiful.”
The moon and the stars mirror in Moira’s bright blue eyes. The whole galaxy shines in them as she turns her head and looks down at Angela, drunk and smiling, standing by her side. A smile of her own spreads across her freckled cheeks – like constellations, unrhythmical and lopsided.
“I don’t think I heard anyone tell me that before.”
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Angela was quiet for a minute, looking away from Moira and towards the night sky, pensive. “I think you’re just… a bit much for some people.” A truth that had always seemed to hold—always too much of one thing, the wrong thing, and not enough of another. “So, what? It’s their loss.”
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26 Apr 2019
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Moira leaves for Venice tomorrow.
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21 Apr 2019
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She had pulled on Moira’s wrist and begged her to stay a while longer. Talking late into the night in each others’ arms was the first true intimacy they shared and from then, their affections began, bubbling up from deep below the surface. Angela tried to sink them, but each and every time she let herself fall asleep in Moira’s arms, she knew they were pulling her under.
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15 Feb 2019