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* Vega Nettlebed

    (08/29/2018 at 17:01)
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"There's going to be a party on the twenty-third. I want you to come."

She let a beat pass before she delivered the real blow.

"With me."

* Avery Elliot

    (08/29/2018 at 17:12)
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No.

He carefully kept himself passive, all too experienced with what happens when his face gave away what he thought. Avery looked away from her, down to the potted plant, fiddling with the moss agate buried right underneath the soil. "Why?"
You carry the heavens in your eyes
(Like one of those old Greek tragedies)
and I'd call you Atlas but
he wasn't given a choice to hold the stars
(You were.)

* Vega Nettlebed

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Because Flynn Flanagan Morrissey might be there and I need him to think I have better, well, other options.

"Because my little sister's one of the people planning it, so I can't turn up alone."

* Avery Elliot

    (08/29/2018 at 17:32)
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Suspicion sparked he looked up at her, eyes narrowing slightly. "So why not ask someone else?"
You carry the heavens in your eyes
(Like one of those old Greek tragedies)
and I'd call you Atlas but
he wasn't given a choice to hold the stars
(You were.)

* Vega Nettlebed

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"Avery."

Blue met blue.

"How many people do you know who would agree to a fake date?"

Or, more accurately: You are, unfortunately, my best shot.

* Avery Elliot

    (08/29/2018 at 18:24)
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His name again rolled from her lips and it was a tug in fate's tapestry that he was just a single patch on. It didn't belong midst her sharp smiles and cutting gaze that grabbed onto his. But Avery couldn't fight it - he stared back, listening though he knew he should have said no and dismissed her.

('Never give your name to the fae, it'll be the last thing you do yourself,' his mother had warned him when he left.)

A quirk of a smile at her question, back on terms he was familiar with. "This isn't a real one?" Not realizing in doing so he already said, -- yes.

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You carry the heavens in your eyes
(Like one of those old Greek tragedies)
and I'd call you Atlas but
he wasn't given a choice to hold the stars
(You were.)

* Vega Nettlebed

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"Of course it's not a real one!" She glared at him with the most indignant expression she could muster up. "As if I'd ever want to date you!"

Realising that insults were probably not going to help her case, she continued with a threat instead, "And if you don't do it, I'll--" Blue eyes cast around and landed on the quartz along the windowsill. "I'll flush your crystals down the toilet."

* Avery Elliot

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Avery glared at her, a simmering anger in his eyes as his hand moved protectively over the agate hidden in the pot. "You wouldn't." A challenge he knew she would answer with laughter, yet still thrown between them.
You carry the heavens in your eyes
(Like one of those old Greek tragedies)
and I'd call you Atlas but
he wasn't given a choice to hold the stars
(You were.)

* Vega Nettlebed

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"Yes, I would." She met his glare with her own. "You know I would. So, are you going to come with me, or not?"

* Avery Elliot

    (09/04/2018 at 21:13)
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Avery muttered something sour under his breath, letting it wash over the pruned lemon balm. He stared at its leaves like he was thinking about it, though really he just avoided admitting he had already decided. "Fine."


You carry the heavens in your eyes
(Like one of those old Greek tragedies)
and I'd call you Atlas but
he wasn't given a choice to hold the stars
(You were.)