Let's commit the perfect crime.
For good. Nova doesn't like those words. She doesn't like the look on her brother's face and she doesn't like the way it makes her sister's mask fall into place. She especially doesn't like how it leaves no room for arguing, no possibility of changing the outcome, no chance for her to do anything but let it happen.
It hits her mind like a falling rock on Oobleck, thudding with impact before slowly starting to sink in. Nova narrows her eyes against the dim lights, trying to piece together what this means. No one can force Jack to leave Torchline. He's the strongest magic-user she knows (besides herself of course), and no one could stand against his 'oh-so-serious' stubborn attitude. So why? And why didn't he tell them?
Her thoughts echo Caly's in their own tornado of glittering confusion, centering around a hidden streak of blue disappointment and the tiniest smudge of red hurt. It pinches at her features as her propped arms move to cover each other, keeping out the chill of dread. "And where did he go?" Would they even see him again?
It hits her mind like a falling rock on Oobleck, thudding with impact before slowly starting to sink in. Nova narrows her eyes against the dim lights, trying to piece together what this means. No one can force Jack to leave Torchline. He's the strongest magic-user she knows (besides herself of course), and no one could stand against his 'oh-so-serious' stubborn attitude. So why? And why didn't he tell them?
Her thoughts echo Caly's in their own tornado of glittering confusion, centering around a hidden streak of blue disappointment and the tiniest smudge of red hurt. It pinches at her features as her propped arms move to cover each other, keeping out the chill of dread. "And where did he go?" Would they even see him again?
Nova
I'll steal your heart, and you steal mine.
