08-21-2018, 04:53 PM
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☀ — just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me
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"I think she gets the point," Pierce uttered with a note of irritation in his tone as he approached, hardened honey gaze drifting from Bucky and Samuel to the stranger. His expression softened slightly at the sight of her, a small smile tugging at his lips. She was young, barely more than of-age to be an apprentice back home, by the looks of it. Considering she had just walked right into the territory, he had a feeling Pierce knew what Irene may or may not have been getting herself into, but even if not, she was just a child. A simple warning would have sufficed, but the two males seemed keen on getting a bit... into detail with their "advice". "Sorry about them, hon. They mean well, promise." Did they really? He had no clue - he didn't really know either of them well enough to say -, but it wasn't like they were going to correct him and say they didn't. "I'm Pierce. What's your name?" Had anyone asked yet? He hadn't heard if that were the case, but maybe he hadn't been paying enough attention.
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