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She was glad to have the company, even if it was rather quiet. The night had grown old, and as her house's silhouette moved into view and she motioned toward it, Soren spoke up. He did not look at her, though- and that was rather a good thing, wasn't it? It would be easier to resist looking...
Fin could not deny the wave of relief that crashed into her when he didn't question why she was so worried about her mother. Most people asked, and- well, could she really blame them? It was an odd scenario, a daughter waiting for her mother to text her, worrying when she didn't; for most it was...
She suppressed a smile at his initial response- oh, right, as if he'd for a moment forgotten the primary 'joys' of Homecoming for so many. Fin, too, had witnessed a fair amount of proposals... for lack of a better term. She'd equally heard a few people thinking about it... looking at someone and...
She did not miss the subtle shift of sadness on his face, though it slumbered beneath quite stealthily. Her face thawed into a stiller neutrality as the resolution to her inner wondering was confirmed, just from observance. It felt wrong to assume, but... she would not employ any tactic other...
It was relieving to be at the end of the chapter, despite the fact that Fin felt like she'd gained quite a lot from the revision. As rewarding as the experience had turned out to be, a little bit of fatigue had begun to set in- it seemed Soren shared the sentiment, at least. She gave a nod...
Fin found herself nodding along with his speech, confirming in her own silent way that she was listening. But- inwardly, it was also an expression that she agreed- that she related, even. Her entire life was ensnared in silence- she very well understood the necessity to get used to it when...
Fin was glad her humoured explanation had been received well, rather than with a blank and confused look- which was really all she could ask, wasn't it? Not having anyone prying... and not making it sound like she wanted pity. She hated the look that others got in their eyes when she had to...
Fin had not waited for long- and was of course thankful that the face greeting her was a familiar one. She was not good with small talk, given... the lack of words she was willing to offer people. Specifically, zero. Soren didn't seem to mind, though, the same way some others did. She met him...
Fin's teleportation had left her unscathed for once. With the commotion of the police arriving and the boy approaching her, she'd found herself surprised that she had managed to concentrate enough. Still, it was a fair walk home- but recollections of the day behind her flashed in her mind...
Watchful, she let her rest recharge her- and from her vantage point, observed the carnage. The Spectre- that was what they had called him- moved through the crowd with great agility, weaving through the shadows with precision. Confounding them one moment, knocking them out the next- he certainly...
A guard felled, Fin had moved on through the shadows, sticking to as many nooks as she could muster. Surges of presence made their way into her mind, spreading like contagion. Pathogens that latched onto her thoughts, invaded her mind and shrugged her own self from her head. Living with these...
From her vantage point- which was seeming less and less beneficial the more time that scraped by- Fin watched with wide eyes as men with firearms marched around the perimeter, the arms deal happening beyond their guard. Every silent breath she took felt weighted by tonnes, tumbling down her...
It had indeed been an eventful day- and one that had been spent with unexpected company. In sidling over to a classmate in order to avoid any pointed obligation, Fin had not expected to run into him again- much less end up sitting next to him for the rest of the day. No complaint would leave...
Agreement moved her head in a nod- her own often-lonesomeness was not particularly borne of choice, but rather a simple necessity. When you chose not to speak at all, a lot of opportunities to meet people were erased from existence. And- maybe Soren understood that, with his apparent...
Brown eyes crescented at the comment; she'd witnessed that whole ordeal, though it wasn't until now that her suspicions about the circumstances had been revealed. Mrs Beaker really hadn't seen him, somehow stood right in front of her. The real question lay in whether Soren was inherently...
Fin did not quite have a knack for going unnoticed, but she'd always known being unremarkable was her status quo. In most ways she wished she'd stayed wholly regular- then, maybe, she'd have been able to talk. Maybe she'd have a friend or two, then...
At the clearing of a throat, Fin stopped...
Fin was relieved to see that she was no terrible burden to her group- they seemed to have a better idea of algebra than her, but neither had she lagged behind and accidentally sabotaged. In fact, it seemed her little gathering of students had managed to finish rather quickly- Soren volunteered...
A third joined them, and Fin kept her smile, locking eyes with Amanda for a moment and shaking her head to assure that she had no objections to the three of them working together. At Amanda's comment she let a small snort of laughter leave her, a nose-exhalation giggle that would forever be the...
Thankfully there was no great flare of confusion in his expression when she presented him with words on a notepad instead of saying anything- though there had been some uncertainty about him when she'd wandered over, the tiniest delay before replying. It wasn't something she was entirely...
The lecture was not the most interesting thing she'd ever heard, but with the looming knowledge of an incoming test she could not let herself falter. It was imperative she passed; what would she do if she didn't? Vigilante work earned her no money.
She felt the overall drop of dread upon the...
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