[color=gray][CENTER][center][sup][color=#2e2c2c]_____[/color][color=#373534]_____[/color][color=#403d3c]_____[/color][color=#494644]_____[/color][color=#524f4c]_____[/color][color=#5b5754]_____[/color][color=#64605d]_____[/color][color=#6e6965]_____[/color][color=#77716d]_____[/color][color=#807a75]_____[/color][color=#89837d]_____[/color][color=#928b85]_____[/color][/sup][sup][color=#9b948d]_____[/color][/sup][sup][color=#928b85]_____[/color][color=#89837d]_____[/color][color=#807a75]_____[/color][color=#77716d]_____[/color][color=#6e6965]_____[/color][color=#64605d]_____[/color][color=#5b5754]_____[/color][color=#524f4c]_____[/color][color=#494644]_____[/color][color=#403d3c]_____[/color][color=#373534]_____[/color][color=#2e2c2c]_____[/color][/sup][/center][img]https://i.imgur.com/JPPcXdp.jpeg[/img][/CENTER][indent][sub][COLOR=978184][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [I]The Beach[/I] - [I]Pacific Royal Campus[/I][/sub][sup][right][COLOR=#978184][b]Welcome Home #1.022:[/b][/COLOR] [I]within & without.[/I][/right][/sup][/indent][center][sup][color=#2e2c2c]_____[/color][color=#373534]_____[/color][color=#403d3c]_____[/color][color=#494644]_____[/color][color=#524f4c]_____[/color][color=#5b5754]_____[/color][color=#64605d]_____[/color][color=#6e6965]_____[/color][color=#77716d]_____[/color][color=#807a75]_____[/color][color=#89837d]_____[/color][color=#928b85]_____[/color][/sup][sup][color=#9b948d]_____[/color][/sup][sup][color=#928b85]_____[/color][color=#89837d]_____[/color][color=#807a75]_____[/color][color=#77716d]_____[/color][color=#6e6965]_____[/color][color=#64605d]_____[/color][color=#5b5754]_____[/color][color=#524f4c]_____[/color][color=#494644]_____[/color][color=#403d3c]_____[/color][color=#373534]_____[/color][color=#2e2c2c]_____[/color][/sup][/center][INDENT][sub][color=#978184][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [I]katja. [@Zoldyck] - harper. [@Qia] - gil. [@Roman][/I][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][COLOR=2c2c2c][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [color=2c2c2c][I]TBD[/I][/color][/right][/SUP]
[indent][INDENT]	[color=#978184]"Yeah, well, that's their problem."[/color] 

Amma lances back swiftly, a flicked wrist of dismissal punctuation what little space remained between her and Katja. She was the only one to approach Amma this way, the entitlement to her breadth of existence that most [really, everyone] allowed her. Gave her. Sometimes, Amma wonders if they even realize they stare, that she can feel their eyes and toiling apprehensions whenever she draws near. As if a specter or harbinger of ill premonition. If Amma didn't know better [and who was to say it wasn't true] she would say they were simply [i]afraid[/i].

It's fascinating. She often ponders just how much closer she could get, how far she could bend and break; how far she could take them if they only allowed it to be so. Loneliness did not bedevil her life or shade it in monochromatic lenses, and years prior bartered companionship in the currency of heated flesh and baited breaths. Lovers came and went, for never would she bequeath them with any other term. And friends?

Hardly.
[i]And yet-[/i]

Wrapped in her massive arms sired spears of warmth through her spine, spindling down her arms as she huffed and uttered: [color=#978184]"Down girl."[/color] Her voice lilted in a whisper before the waters caressed her feet once more. 

	[color=#978184]"If I did, I wouldn't ever tell you, [i]Kat[/i]-ja."[/color] Her name snapped from her pout, teeth edged into something of a smile. 

Katja was imposing and intimidating in every facet of a woman, impossible strength laced through every muscle, every detail pronounced and exaggerated - intense, she thinks. In those nuances, they are alike, creatures of dramatic purpose and poise. She contemplates if maybe this is why Katja sought her out as one of the first in their team to talk to her, to invade her life [because personal space meant nothing to her, clearly] and cast the literal sunshine of her demeanor against her harsh edges. 

That sphere of influence of which consumed her hummed suddenly with an appetence that was eternal through her very blood, bones aching and power thrumming 'neath flesh as her gaze turns oblique through her swept lashes. So, it took only one for the others to work up the nerve to approach her, she recalls maybe once or twice they've said her name; included her, tried to bring her into that fold. She traded small musings here and there, enough to announce her name and part of her previous education, parts of her power that even she sometimes grew fearful of. 

She'd never tell them though. Not even Katja. 
She won't even admit it to herself.

Camaraderie was a perspiring beer can and the light of her eyes fixated on the brunette, her name...
	[color=#978184]"Harper,"[/color] she labels, a manipulated wind stirring through her hair where she lifts her hands, rakes nails back through the locks and brings up her glasses to get a better look at her. Straight-laced, polished, rigid almost. A woman that carries herself in refined discipline, it's in her very posture, Amma notes and reaches with a ring-bedecked hand, her nails tapping against the aluminum and grazing over her kind gesture. 

She hums a: [color=#978184]"Thank you."[/color] Her nails pricking against the tab, not opening it quite yet. She doesn't drink cheap pilsner by any means, but she wouldn't know that, now would she. Amma cants her head to glance over her shoulder, yonder to where the others stay, and thinks she maybe spies the neck of what could only be a wine bottle.

Huh, so Rory [she remembers, for often she caught his compelling stare] was listening. 

It's the collective commotion next that Amma finds distracting; interesting, humorous. Her lips lift, a grin that Katja once told her was far more endearing carving through her cheeks as Lorcán - yes, that's right - falls. What a fascinating display! On his back, arms splayed, disheveled. Amma almost laughs, a manic sputter that plants itself in her throat and chest.

[i]She wonders what he would look like on his knees instead. With those molten eyes, he could certainly be her undoing.[/i]

Amma knows nothing of the mentioned dance, and she can hardly inquire further when another joins their trio.

	[color=#978184]"Well, you certainly have plenty to spare, don't you. Gil."[/color] Her aforementioned laughter spilling across her tongue, a soft chortle that caressed her lips around his name. Katja made plenty sure that she knew them, drilling such into her memory despite her initial protests. Amma didn't care, didn't want to know. Names were titles of affection, names held power. Sway. Manipulation. It was what marked creatures of life, and even those of death. Amma angles herself carefully, offering her profile as she balances her nails on her beverage, the brightness of her stare sweeping down his figure before climbing up in slow increments, every detail committed. 
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