"Well I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself." The words followed after the blonde stuck out her tongue at Wisp for her comment, before she silently pulled the remains of the lemony roll towards her. "I’d always loved those summer love songs, but never really believed in them y’know… not until that week at least."
Even from a distance she’d been able to pick up the citrusy and fresh scent that wafted from it, and the elf was sure it’d be the perfect balance of sour and sweet before even taking her first bite. Dough Re Mi had nailed it again, and she could honestly see herself eating a few of these in the future.
"Mmm, wish I could say it was smooth sailing from there. He lives in Pennsylvania, and I live in Michigan." While she couldn’t deny their week-long romance in NYC had been some of her happiest memories to date, they’d both been quite aware that it would come to an end once the music festival was over. "Neither of us knew the other played TS either, this isn’t exactly the kinda game you go around telling others about in public after all."
It was amusing to think how she’d eventually learned that three of their motley crew from the first day actually played this game—him included—and part of her wondered if the other two that had been with them perhaps dabbled into this game from time to time. Maybe it was a fate thing, like the strings she’d seen in Camp Hope and some of the dreams visited by the elf, that drew them all together that day?
A light snort escaped her as she remembered the events in the camp’s mess tent as their paths had crossed, before her hand unconsciously retreated to touch the fabric of her choker on a particular spot. The prick of his blood dart never left a mark, but she still remembered where he’d pressed it at the time.
"Actually came this close," That same hand retreated from her neck then, index and thumb fingers held as close as elvenly possible without them touching. "To scoring my first death at his hands… though I can’t say it was unwarranted." She was keenly aware of the couple of blunders that had led to it, and how lucky both of them had been that she’d come out of it unscathed. "Word of advice? If you think you might know anyone here from IRL don’t surprise them by calling out their real name—even if it’s telepathically."
That would’ve definitely been a dumb way for her to die, not to mention the guilt Ari would’ve felt upon figuring out who exactly he would’ve killed.
She took a sip from her tea before her attention turned back to Wisp, the tail end of her words still echoing within her ears softly. "Imma take a wild guess here, and correct me if I’m wrong, but… well, you’re talking about the kiddos’ dad… right?" She only had bits and pieces to form a picture with, but the fact Wisp mentioned her life wasn’t her own and she was being protected from something… Lúthien couldn’t help but wonder if that something was actually the man she’d clearly loved so deeply.
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