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Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 12Part 12
I'm pretty sure telling the truth (when he can do that already) is only going to piss Gabriel off more. So, how the hell am I going to explain his inexplicable knowledge of the model's death...?
"He's psychic," Nathan told Marq, hoping his smile looked genuine and not desperate. The photographer's horrified expression shifted, becoming confused, so he continued. "You know, psychic? He sees dead people...?"
"Oh." Clearly, Marq wasn't buying it, but he still turned to Gabriel for confirmation. The angel was rubbing his temples, but he nodded.
"Your reaction is precisely why I don't usually bring it up," he said, giving him a half shrug. "Nathan knows, which is why I wanted to talk to him before I took over for Fabrizio in the shoot. Needless to say, that's why I'm uncomfortable with it."
Nathan raised an eyebrow, his jaw dropping. Did Gabriel just...? But his thoughts were interrupted as Marq shook his head and waved his hands, an oddly relieved chuckle escaping him
Edge of Thorns 2 - Pt 10Part 10
I get the feeling he's only asking as a courtesy, and would probably come over uninvited anyway. Might as well agree.
Nathan chuckled, rolling his eyes but nodding in agreement. "Okay, but at least give me a little time to do my interview. No offense, Wren, but I don't want her put off by your enthusiasm."
"Why would she be put off by my enthusiasm?" the teen echoed, then shrugged. "Eh, never mind. I need to make the food before it's brought over anyway."
"Good." Nathan pressed his lips together and turned back towards the table. "Well, to work."
He was no more confident now than he was before as he made his way to the table, clutching onto his notebook like it was the only thing protecting him. He knew it was ridiculous that he was this nervous, but it still kept him from shaking. "Ms. Anderson," Nathan greeted when he reached her, freeing one hand from its death-grip on the notebook to extend it to her. "I'm here from the Citizen. Scott couldn't make it."
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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