( ... First Clive, now Cid. He's fortunate he won't have to bear the brunt of being the first person she recognised in this place; she's steeled herself for it now, locked away the idea that she might be able to leave the people who've wronged her in her past, and so instead of a flare of rage that threatens to shatter the furniture Benedikta is able to rein her temper in.
Just about. )
Oh, you know me. I always was adaptable.
( Her tone is cutting — devoid of any warmth that might make it a friendly response. She sips her drink, scanning the crowd almost boredly before finally letting her gaze land on the man at her side. Benedikta looks him up and down before sighing irritably: )
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( ... First Clive, now Cid. He's fortunate he won't have to bear the brunt of being the first person she recognised in this place; she's steeled herself for it now, locked away the idea that she might be able to leave the people who've wronged her in her past, and so instead of a flare of rage that threatens to shatter the furniture Benedikta is able to rein her temper in.
Just about. )
Oh, you know me. I always was adaptable.
( Her tone is cutting — devoid of any warmth that might make it a friendly response. She sips her drink, scanning the crowd almost boredly before finally letting her gaze land on the man at her side. Benedikta looks him up and down before sighing irritably: )
You too, then. Un-fucking-believable.