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She took a deep breath, before she finally looked back up “You wanna bring me gifts, Justice? My, my I knew you were sweet on me.”
Apollo flushed bright red and held up his hands.
“I mean– uh, well! You helped me so much, it’s only right that um– I–” he tugged at his collar, feeling suddenly very warm.
Aura shifted in her seat, until she leaned on her hands as if she still had Clonco jammed under them, her smile almost catlike as it crawled a little wider.
“Oh but you’ve already been such a great help,” she laughed, and winked at him. “but I think maybe a package or two from you might brighten up my cold, dark cell. Going to write a sappy letter to go with it?”
He choked a little and scrambled to find his words, feeling pinned by her gaze.
“Depends– would the guards be fishing it out of the trash and snickering about it?”
“Mmmm, I dunno. How good’s your poetry?”
“Uh, honestly? Pretty terrible,” he laughed. “The last time I tried to write poetry was when I was 13.”
“Oh now I’m gonna have to insist, Justice…channel your best Yeats and pour some feeling on the page for me!” She slapped her hand on the short desk in an eerie mirror of her brother in court, laughing out loud “Best case scenario, you knock my socks off. Worst? I get a good laugh!”
–WIP snippet
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