NEMO AGNELLI
Warlock
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Julia
Last seen Nov 1, 2024 22:01:49 GMT
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Post by NEMO AGNELLI on Sept 21, 2022 16:14:43 GMT
 ━ the more you suffer, the more it shows you really care ━
Then his hands came up, palms hovering half an inch from his face. Moving upwards, from his chin to the top of his head, Nemo sucked in a breath and slowly released it. He grabbed the small, handheld mirror he’d placed on his other side and looked into it, feeling a rush slide through his system. Another gasp at the sight━at himself. Without scars. He had no scars. They were gone, and he looked exactly as he had before. Normal. Ordinary.
Good enough for Giorgia, he hoped.
Nemo passed the sage’s smoke over his suit for tonight before closing the circle, blowing out the candle and extinguishing the smoke. With newfound confidence, he dressed, rolling his shoulders back in the full-length mirror attached to the closet. Nemo grinned wide, practicing, and noticed the pain had also vanished. Sometimes, it felt as if his skin was stretching too far, that the scars would somehow rip open and leave bits of him hanging like a Halloween decoration. Perhaps it was psychosomatic━he was healed, after all━but not seeing them fixed it. It was temporary, but at least no one would stare. He’d be able to dance with her tonight, make her happy, and no one would blink twice.
They wouldn’t know he’d spent eighteen years missing her, aching for her, and they wouldn’t know he’d recently found out she wasn’t married anymore. Nobody would have any idea they’d been separated by someone else, pining and suffering without the other.
His wolf. He could be her moon again, shining brightly like this━without a damaged face. There was more rot inside of him, heaps of shit he’d have to sort through if he ever wanted to be good enough for her, but none of that mattered to Nemo right now. Not when he was normal again.
Though his focus was on Giorgia for the night, it seemed he couldn’t escape the Buckleys even if he tried. The cab pulled up━the driver wouldn’t remember him because there was nothing identifiable about Nemo tonight━and, before he could exit, Nemo spotted Mikey sitting by the door. He was far enough away that Nemo could rush in with a clump of people and not be spotted, but Mikey’s presence made him nearly turn around altogether.
No. This was for Giorgia. Fuck Mikey, he’d be dead soon enough. None of them would keep Nemo from his wolf, not anymore.
He kept his head down and turned slightly, managing to enter without a hitch. Once inside, though, he immediately spotted Chase through the crowd and ducked again, scrambling to get far enough away. He watched (carefully, from the other side of the room) as Roxana came to him. Thankfully, they departed together, leaving Nemo with that queasy feeling.
This wasn’t safe. Anyone could spot him now, but… would they even recognize him? No. No. He was completely fine. With a small grin pressed to his lips, Nemo moved towards the dance floor, dark eyes skittering over the multitude of faces. Being tall had its advantages, especially now as he hovered over everyone else.
Finally, he found her in the crowd. Giorgia, his wolf, the woman he’d loved for what felt, in his heart, like as long as he’d been alive. He pushed through to her, drowning in the mass of bodies, reaching out like she was his liferaft. It wasn’t until his hand wrapped gently around her arm did Nemo breathe again, and he breathed in her, which only widened the smile on his (unblemished) lips.
“Hi,” He said softly, his thumb brushing over the outside of her bicep. “I… you look really beautiful.” I didn’t wanna be so ugly next to you, Nemo wanted to say, Now, nobody’ll know. We’ll be safe. We’ll be ordinary.
“They left.” He added, indicating with his head toward the dance floor, though his gaze didn’t shift from her. “Do you wanna dance?” One hand wasn’t enough. Nemo wanted to feel her head on his chest again, her heat radiating through him, thawing something that he thought was frozen forever.
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GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY
Werewolf
Posts: 58
Age:
33
Occupation:
District Attorney
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Nemo Agnelli
Played by:
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Last seen Nov 10, 2024 18:32:32 GMT
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Post by GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY on Oct 3, 2022 18:16:09 GMT
Giorgia pressed the powdered puff delicately against her nose, her cheekbones. Even if Roxxi’s blows had actually landed, instead of just tearing at her ego and her heart, the red brand of her sister’s lashing temper would have faded already. The wounds in her heart taking longer to heal than anything. She clipped the compact shut, slipped it back into her clutch. She could lift her chin, look herself in the eye in the mirror as she traced the tip of her pinky around the corners of her painted lips, for now at least. Pride would keep her in one piece until she was back in her apartment, she wouldn’t give her little sister the satisfaction of seeing her fall apart here.
The refusal to come back to New Orleans for her wedding had made it clear that Roxxi had washed her hands of her family. Still, there’d been some tiny crumb of hope she’d clung on to as she’d packed up her life in the city, ignoring the way Emiliano’s fingerprints had suddenly appeared on every part of it. Roxxi hated Emiliano, surely she wouldn’t turn away someone trying to flee his grip too - only it was too late, wasn’t it? The tarnish went too deep, hidden by that veneer of make-up, just as the shadows under her eyes were, but still there, Emiliano’s stench clinging.
A spritz from the small atomiser of Tom Ford Lost Cherry and that stench was all but gone again. The sleek wedge of brushed her shoulders as she picked the bag up again and strutted out on the ick pick heels. If Roxxi wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t believe that her sister had her wellbeing at heart then she’d do this without uttering another word. Roxxi could hiss at her all she liked, it wasn’t going to stop her from pulling her St. Patrick act in driving the snakes - the Buckleys - right out of town.
Outside again she searched the crowd for some flash of Roxxi’s red dress - a siren’s call for Chase undoubtedly - there was no sign though. Her sister had scurried out when she had refused to, probably clinging to Buckley like some threat would rise up out of the crowd to make good on the threats she’d used to try and get Roxxi to see sense. A threat in a slinky black dress and silver sandals that left her standing as tall as most men in the room.
Spotted by her chief of staff, Giorgia found herself drawn into small talk with some big wig in the mayor’s office. The smile felt brittle on her lips, her throat growing drier with each forced word until she excused herself. She didn’t want air, didn’t really want the glass of champagne, but she swept it off the passing tray all the same. Her eyes stung as she took a sip of the alcohol, the bubbles tickling her throat the same way the tears tickled at her eyes. How much time did she have before Nemo lost control again and she lost him?
Maybe she wouldn’t, if she could continue to break down those walls … if turning to him the way she did when she felt those pianist’s fingers wrap around her bicep would be enough for them both to leave this all in the rear view mirror as she drove them both out of here.
Giorgia’s breath hitched in her throat as she looked up at him, the sheen of tears in her eyes thickening as she realised that the scars that had broken her heart were gone. Magic could fix so much, for a time at least. ”Hi,” she croaked softly, her smile struggling for a heartbeat before it brightened at his compliment. ”Grazie. I’m not the only one … la tua faccia.” Just as she had pictured a thousand times. A little age put onto the smooth lines of childhood, but still him, still all that she had dreamed of. She drew in a steadying breath, not daring to run her fingers over the glamoured smoothness of his cheeks in fear of breaking the spell.
Her sister could do that all on her own though. Giorgia stiffened faintly at the mention of them, not daring to look over her shoulder for Roxxi, for Chase or his whipped brother. It was almost as though she would conjure them up with a single glance. ”I didn’t, not with anybody else … but you. Sì.” She set the glass aside, almost without thinking, distantly amazed it hadn’t crashed to the floor. Giorgia stepped blindly back towards the dance floor, waiting until she saw bodies whirl around them, a cover for what hadn’t been at her senior prom, when she’d been dragged by Matilda and Vittoria. To stop moping at home. To get out there and maybe find some other boy, a better one, like that had been possible. Patrick had proven how impossible that was.
Eyes on his face, Giorgia wrapped her arms around his neck. The skin smooth and warm as she remembered. Her finger tips brushing against the short hair at the nape, longer than it had been the last time she had seen him – then it had been shorn short, all that damage revealed without the cover of this. ”You came for me?” she asked lightly, her voice barely a whisper. Hope there that maybe she wouldn’t have to tear her sister’s life to pieces to preserve the only good part of her own. Her heart. Her moon.
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NEMO AGNELLI
Warlock
Posts: 54
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Nov 1, 2024 22:01:49 GMT
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Post by NEMO AGNELLI on Oct 14, 2022 21:28:56 GMT
━ the more you suffer, the more it shows you really care ━
And perhaps he wouldn’t be recognized like this. Going after a detective wasn’t his brightest idea, but it wasn’t born of critical thinking so much as pure emotion. In any case, he wasn’t hard to pick out in a crowd with a face that looked like it’d been used as a dog’s chew toy, but like this? Like this… he could blend in.
Giorgia looked as though she had to try hard to smile, and Nemo immediately second-guessed his idea to surprise her. It could’ve easily been her sister souring her mood, but it didn’t help that he was going out on a limb here, trying something new, and the outcome terrified him.
Finally, she seemed to notice, and Nemo smiled proudly. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it, she just hadn’t noticed, which… somehow, that felt like a good thing. He didn’t know why, but it did.
She didn’t… want to dance? Well, at least she’d make an exception for him. “We don’t haveta, if you don’t…” but she did. The suggestion died in his mouth, snuffed out by a smile. He took her hand, focused on those dark eyes as their bodies drifted toward the floor, surprised he hadn’t bumped into anyone. It was like the crowd made room for them, like they were supposed to be here together. Supposed to be together. But he knew that already.
Long fingers encapsulated her hips, thin and perfectly curved, just as they’d always been. They still fit perfectly into his grasp, too, like they were made for this.
Nemo had always known he was made for Giorgia, but it’d never been clearer than it was now━she was made for him, too. They were made for each other.
Relaxing into the feeling of her fingers in his hair, Nemo sighed softly, “Yeah,” He mumbled, “‘Course. Why else would I be here?” Smiling, he craned his neck, resting his forehead on hers.
“Had t’dodge the snake at the door, then I waited ‘til your sister and… waited ‘til they left.” Nemo swayed with her slowly, part of him wishing it was just the two of them here━despite all he’d done because it was public. “You okay? I saw you guys talkin’.” And Giorgia looked flustered, at the very least━like she was trying to keep everything on the inside. Roxana looked ready to commit murder before she fled, and all Nemo could do now was hope Giorgia would put it all on his shoulders instead.
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GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY
Werewolf
Posts: 58
Age:
33
Occupation:
District Attorney
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Nemo Agnelli
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 10, 2024 18:32:32 GMT
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Post by GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY on Oct 25, 2022 18:30:17 GMT
Red lines scored across his face, bright pock mocks arcing around his forearm as she’d curled in her bed, drawing his arm around her. A haven then, now evidence of the damage Roxxi could do with the fangs that had dripped poison just moments ago. She wanted to draw them around her again, to cover all of those wounds with her hands and somehow draw the pain from him. No amount of power in her veins would allow her to erase the scars, not the way that Nemo had for tonight. That was her curse, Giorgia knew, a damnation as dark as Emiliano’s in a way. The torture of Tantalus, forever living with what she desperately wanted just out of sight. If Roxxi had her way she would never break the curse.
The pride in his smile almost sent the tears spilling from her eyes. Giorgia tried to swallow them, but it was like her throat was full of broken glass. He was here for her, whole for her, and yet all she wanted was to drag him out and wrap herself around him. If Roxxi tried again to take her pound of flesh for daring to sniff around her precious Buckleys, she would have to take it from her own blood.
Her heart would ache again when the magic faded and the scars reappeared, but nowhere near as much as it had when he’d pushed her away that first time, shattering every dream she’d had for the two of them. Her love had never been about the beauty of that poet’s face – it had been him – and … dio, did he think she didn’t want him now? Every touch, every whispered admission, every threat thrown at her sister to try and hold on to this.
Giorgia held on to him, the suggestion that she didn’t want to sway with him among people who had no idea of their tragic stories and the years they had spent apart because of the big bad wolf swept away as she pulled him back towards the dance floor. She squeezed his hand, silent gratitude in the gesture. Her eyes still stung as Nemo drew her in. Dark lashes fluttered, her eyes sweeping shut as she settled there. Anchored. ”For them,” Giorgia croaked. Her palm flattened against the back of his neck, her fingertips still in the hair that fell closer to his collar. ”How did you know I would come?” Her eyes opened, studying him from close up before they put his. Lips curling in a small smile she nuzzled as close as she could with his forehead still kissing hers. This had taken planning on his part, not just some outfit grabbed from somebody else’s closet, ill fitting, obvious, like the snake’s.
Worry dragged razor sharp claws through the pit of her stomach, leaving her stiffened for a moment in Nemo’s arms. Safe there – they were gone – no Emiliano here to tear him away either. ”You risked yourself for me. You did this for me…” Drawing away just enough, she looked into those dark eyes that had once been like a night star, offering an eternity. They still did, a part of him untouched by them. Giorgia brushed her thumb over the hinge of his jaw, so warm, so smooth. She could have fallen into his arms the way she had done all those years ago, tears and the truth pouring out, but that would taint this. Pressing her lips together, Giorgia shook her head just once. ”She hates me, that hasn’t changed. I only want to do what’s right, but she doesn’t see that.” She hoped that he did.
Another small shake of her head, the press of her lips to the corner of his mouth. Giorgia moved closer. One more night without them, the spectres of the things that waited to tear them apart pushed to the edges of the room where they couldn’t harm them. ”Can we forget them? For tonight?” Her smile was sad, but she pressed it to his lips, letting it all pour into the kiss and out. ”I always thought I would have this with you. A night like this, for them all to see.” It was no wonder Emiliano had been quick to snuff it out. This was another step towards a love that couldn’t be torn apart, a step away from him.
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NEMO AGNELLI
Warlock
Posts: 54
Played by:
Julia
Last seen Nov 1, 2024 22:01:49 GMT
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Post by NEMO AGNELLI on Nov 14, 2022 16:02:49 GMT
━ the more you suffer, the more it shows you really care ━
Despite his attempt to twist it around on the inside, it still hurt. All he wanted was to fix what was broken between them, but he’d chosen someone else. Nemo hadn’t felt like he had a choice, but he knew how it made Giorgia feel, and he never wanted to do that to her again. He’d spend his whole life repairing this. He’d do whatever it took.
“I’ll always come for you.” He whispered, not entirely sure what spoken reassurance would do now, but he hoped she knew he meant it.
It wouldn’t be enough to say he felt it, right? He had a feeling she’d come, not only because this place was supposed to have the best kind of guests (and she was the most spectacular woman he knew), but because of who she was. A strong woman, more than capable (amazing, actually) at her job, someone who’d connect to the town she served. It hadn’t been an invite he’d seen, just information on her open laptop screen the day he was there; information. And he made a good guess.
“‘Cause I know you.” Nemo mumbled, smiling as he looked into her eyes. Heat rose in his cheeks, causing him to look down for a moment, almost embarrassed by how much he loved her. He knew Giorgia loved him, too, that she appreciated this, but he couldn’t help feeling somewhat insecure. As though he’d just torn open his chest, bared his heart and went, This is for you. It was, but he hadn’t gone that far. “I saw it advertised somewhere and I had a good feeling.” It was only half a lie; he wasn’t sure if he’d recover from the truth, especially after crawling through her window and destroying her apartment. It was fixed with a spell in the morning, but magic couldn’t remove the memory of his actions.
They could remove his scars, though. Enough so Giorgia could touch him where she wanted and not feel them, could look at his face and not have that stomach-curling sentiment most did.
He felt her stiffen in his arms, and his hands moved upwards instinctively, trying to rub her back━trying to soothe. Her thumb brushed his jaw, and he knew a scar was nestled beneath the facial hair and the mirage, but he was sure Giorgia wouldn’t know that now. When she saw him again, without the mask, would she be frightened all over again? Had he made this worse?
But… would she care?
Her words soothed him, made Nemo wonder otherwise. He didn’t need any sort of appreciation, just knowing she understood was good enough for him. He smiled back at her, leaning his head into her hand as they swayed and pretending they were the only two here. The only two that mattered; everything outside of this little bubble was insignificant. For tonight, at least, they could melt away.
“I know.” He sighed, feeling less pleased by each mention of Roxana. “I know you wanna do what’s right, but I… I dunno if she ever will. She’s always hated us, every person in this━in your family…” It wasn’t his, no matter how much he wanted it to be, or how that seemed to misconstrue his relationship with Giorgia. It was his ultimate Catch-22. All he wanted was to be a part of this family, but, if he was truly accepted by them, it would create a strange dynamic between him and Giorgia. And the other half of him only wanted her, which meant he’d never be part of their family━due to their love and Emiliano’s refusal to give his blessing.
“Do you think he knows she’s only with him to get back at Emiliano?” Nemo asked, frowning. “Does she know?” It couldn’t be more than that. Roxana was driven by hatred and poison━just like what she accused others of━and perhaps she’d convinced herself she really loved a piece of trash like Chase, but she had to know it wouldn’t last. It wasn’t real.
Not like this.
His fingers flexed over her ribs, then slipped down to the base of Giorgia’s spine, guiding her close again. At the same moment, she kissed him, and he was sure he’d forgotten every bad thing that’d ever happened in his life. Nemo fell into the abyss that was Giorgia, their love, them, and he never wanted to look back. He forgot she shared some of the same feelings as her sister━at least about Emiliano━and it would continue to be a sore spot between them, one he wasn’t sure how to navigate.
But they could leave that behind for now. Nothing was allowed into their bubble unless they let it in and, right now, every other topic was banished. Giorgia said so.
The rush of love came with their kiss, and he gave as much as he got━perhaps more━until he could whisper more promises against her lips. “‘Course. They won’t touch this, us, anymore. Not tonight.” And he meant it. He’d stick by Giorgia’s side forever this time, though the thought of facing Emiliano again terrified him. All he knew was that he was desperate to fight for this. “Me too.” He frowned; his actions had taken that dream from them. “One where I’d look like this. Maybe at our wedding━I mean, that’s what I thought of,” He tried to recover quickly, and slid his hands up again, trying to bring Giorgia into his chest to settle there.
“Maybe we’ll still get it one day.” To show them, he meant, but… perhaps their wedding, too. If that’s what Giorgia wanted. He’d always just wanted her, and as long as he had that, then he’d never need anything else. He just had to realize that included his adoptive father.
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GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY
Werewolf
Posts: 58
Age:
33
Occupation:
District Attorney
Status:
It's Complicated
Partner:
Nemo Agnelli
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 10, 2024 18:32:32 GMT
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Post by GIORGIA AGNELLI-MALLOY on Dec 7, 2022 19:48:10 GMT
It had been a girl’s dream. Trapped up in her room by her grief - as much as he would allow anyway (God forbid his actions have consequences) - she had imagined herself like Rupunzel, trapped in the tower, waiting for the prince to arrive to free her. The girl could have fought the wicked warlock herself, but she had seen herself as too weak then, she would only be thumping her fists against the impenetrable stone tower of him until she crumpled, bloodied and still trapped. The prince though … if he could find the strength to climb, they could still get away. Her moon and his werewolf (the fairy tales twisted a little here, of course, but she could not see herself or Nemo as the Big Bad Wolf, that role was certainly Emiliano’s), free to run, if only the moon would find the strength to fight the villain. The power within was surely enough to swallow him whole, but the desire had to be there.
Those quiet admissions in her kitchen had finally shown how torn Nemo had been, internal rents torn through a heart that deserved to be whole, to be cherished and protected. He had wanted a father and given the choice between losing the man who had proclaimed himself one and the girl he had loved, he had chosen him. The girl’s heart had broken then, tiny pieces of it lodging themselves in her chest. She’d thought it had eventually repaired itself and had been placed in another’s hands - one who had made the promise she had silently made to the boy - but it had all been an illusion, one that now looked a thousand times weaker than the one that hid the damage done to the prince by the villain’s nemeses.
Maybe, Giorgia thought, looking up at that face she loved in all its forms, she was still in that tower and had only imagined walking away from it, but the prince was here now, and not to fight for him. Nemo had come for her. The promise that whispered from him felt like it lodged straight in her heart. She hadn’t believed that once upon a time, tonight, though, he was showing her. Lips pressed together, Giorgia nodded, short, jerky movements that matched the twitch of her smile. Still a fairytale ending to be found.
In one of those Nemo would have followed a trail of breadcrumbs to the ball, instead he had followed her, sure of where she would’ve been, because he was sure of who she was. Giorgia’s smile brightened, her lips finding his cheek, warm and smooth against them. ”You trusted your heart,” she whispered. Her fingers touched his chest, like she could feel what she knew lay beneath. Once upon a time she’d done the same, until she’d learned that others could grip it hard enough to shatter it. Those pianist’s fingers curled protectively around it now instead and Giorgia was sure that it was safe now. His had to be safe with her too, it was why she’d tried to convince Mikey to leave town, why she’d threatened Roxxi tonight to have her looking in another direction.
Imagining his body shuddering with the zap her sister could produce now scared her. Giorgia felt herself go rigid, as though the current shot through her again. It was painful, an ache beneath her skin, behind her eyes again, until Nemo’s hand smoothed over her back. Warm, soothing as it had always been. The sting of tears remained, although they didn’t well up to break over her lashes this time. She brushed her thumb in that slow arc over his cheek, brushing the corner of that mouth that smiled just for her. Giorgia melted back into his touch, letting the worry shrink down into that small, dark place inside of her as they swayed together. ”Not always. She loved us all once, she loved our father…” And hadn’t been able to forgive the rest of them for casting his memory aside so easily. She had been right to hate Emiliano, but the rest of them had never deserved half as much anger as Roxxi had thrown against them. Not her sisters, or the poor, defenceless child suffering at Emiliano’s hands as much as the rest of them.
Roxxi didn’t deserve her loyalty, not after tonight, but some part of her still wanted to protect her sister. Her brows furrowed as Nemo’s question bit. Would Roxxi have done that to get back at Emiliano? The ultimate act of betrayal, one he would have choked on, had he known. From her sister’s accusations, she knew that Roxxi was full aware of who she was sleeping with. ”I … I don’t think any of us know what’s going on in her head, or his.” Roxxi might have been aware, but if Chase knew, there was no way he’d have anything to do with her - they were all the spawn of the devil in his eyes.
Victims. Roxxi might have seen the Buckleys as the only ones in this, but she had always been blind to anything outside of her opinions. They were all his victims though, all fighting for a way out. Tomorrow she could try again to make all of the danger fade away, but for tonight … Giorgia drifted back in, trying to drive the pain away with a kiss. This would have been where the prince got to sweep the princess off of her feet, the point at which their happy ever after started. It was still a way off for them, but Giorgia drew a line in the sand with the kiss, letting the heat of it sink into her, to burn like kindling in her chest with his reassurance.
She touched her lips to Nemo’s again, light, tender, her eyes opening to fix on his. ”Our dream come true.” Only never as she had pictured it. Not because of the scars that Nemo had hidden tonight, because their time was supposed to have been a decade ago. Giorgia made a soft, pained sound as she dragged her lips to his cheek, drawing his head down to press her lips to his temple as those tears started to well. ”They don’t matter, I don’t see them,” she whispered hoarsely.
Her lips turned up, the tears welling bright as she allowed him to draw her head to his chest. Giorgia settled her cheek there, feeling the slow thud of his heart beneath it. Steady, reassuring, a promise of the future they had both imagined. ”We will,” she promised, knowing she could be locked back up in that tower so easily. ”One day. Until then, we have tonight. We have each other, amore mio.” It wasn’t enough, not now that she had tasted more, but it was what she would hold onto if her sister had her way and their lives were shattered. Nemo, the dance, the feeling of that love radiating through her. The love he had for her that Emiliano hadn’t been able to extinguish.
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