[i][/i][color=8dc73f][h1][i][u]Myrtle Gardner - Wallƒlower[/u][/i][/h1][/color]
Wallflower froze dead in her tracks, mid step, and she swore her heart stopped a moment. But then, a flutter. [color=8dc73f][i]Could it be... Kotov?[/i][/color] she wondered,  his voice fresh in her memory,  but this seemed like such an odd time and place to hear it.

She twirled on her heels, hands in her pockets,  tensed but ready for a fight in case a Stranger or Changer was playing tricks on her. She squinted back down the dim alleyway. There she saw him standing in the light with his charming grin and the wounded cape comically held in his arms. With her doubts put to rest, she took her hands out of her pockets and relaxed, then trotted toward them. Although one couldn't see it well in the dark, she wore a slight blush and embarrassed smile. She didn't like getting caught sneaking around.

As she came closer, she glanced around and put a finger to her lips, in the classic 'shush' symbol, to remind him that her identity was supposed to be secret. [color=8dc73f][i]"Hi, Kotov.. it's nice to see you so soon... although I wish it were under better circumstances,"[/i][/color] she spoke quietly as she approached the two men in the light. She imagined the poor hero had a splitting headache after all he went through. Myrtle met eyes with Kotov briefly before looking to the wounded man.

[color=8dc73f]"Is he going to be okay?"[/color] Myrtle asked with a concern in her voice. She furrowed her brow and bit her lips with worry. Her hands were held subconsciously up in front of her chest.

The poor guy looked worse up close in the light, than from a distance. His eyes were closed and he wore a pained expression. But if it weren't for the blood, dirt, and discoloration, she believed he would be rather handsome. 

[color=8dc73f]"I saw the smoke, and heard the commotion--but the fight was over by the time I arrived. I would have helped if I could..."[/color] she trailed off, feeling guilty that she was actually about to leave the man to fend for his own, not even making sure his help arrived. It was not very heroic of her, in retrospect. Myrtle promised herself that she would be better about that.


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[@The Man Emperor]