John's naivete would be almost cute if she was in any kind of mood for it. It's not precisely that she wishes John any harm (he belongs to Connor, after all), but if a lesson must be taught by force...well. Let him learn.
She lifts her head to look at Connor, smile brittle and sharp. It's been some time since he's seen that smile, but Sophie is feeling the full depths and heights of her abilities, and that eternal itch of ill-fitting skin has finally ceased.
"I do believe we have assigned ourselves his keepers," she says, and does not stand up so much as she is suddenly standing, hand extended to Connor. "Somehow I doubt he will be difficult to find."
Just follow the smoke to come upon the fire. Still holding Connor's hand, she leaps for the rooftops, bare feet sure on the tiles.
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John's naivete would be almost cute if she was in any kind of mood for it. It's not precisely that she wishes John any harm (he belongs to Connor, after all), but if a lesson must be taught by force...well. Let him learn.
She lifts her head to look at Connor, smile brittle and sharp. It's been some time since he's seen that smile, but Sophie is feeling the full depths and heights of her abilities, and that eternal itch of ill-fitting skin has finally ceased.
"I do believe we have assigned ourselves his keepers," she says, and does not stand up so much as she is suddenly standing, hand extended to Connor. "Somehow I doubt he will be difficult to find."
Just follow the smoke to come upon the fire. Still holding Connor's hand, she leaps for the rooftops, bare feet sure on the tiles.