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acceptedmewithasmileMiia was frightened.
It wasn't a good feeling. For every scary thing that had happened to her since coming to Japan, none had truly rendered her as afraid as being boxed into a small room, a synthetic voice telling her she couldn't go home. At first she had thought she was being deported, and for what crime she didn't know. Ms. Smith surely would have come for her if that was the case, and her Darling would have fought for her, but as much as she called out...
As much as she called out, or banged her fists on the door, or beat her tail against the floor, Darling didn't come. Her love wasn't rescuing her in a blaze of gallant glory as he had when Draco had forced their advances on her, or when that terrible couple had harassed her, or when she had nearly drowned in Mero's pool.
He wasn't coming. He had to come for her, but he wasn't.
If she hadn't believed in him so strongly, it would have felt like a betrayal.
The most frustrating part was knowing the other girls were with him somewhere. Papi and her childish charm, Centorea and her quiet nobility, Mero and her subtle sensuality. They were with him and she wasn't, and if she wasn't there he may pick one of them as his bride. It made her teeth bare and her scales itch at the thought. She loved him the most, she was his first guest, she was the one who deserved to marry him.
By the time the door opened she had worked herself up into such a jealous frenzy that she nearly flew from her little prison, ignoring the little bits of machinery she had been instructed to take. She slid down corridors, thumped her tail in irritation over every second that passed in the elevator, and when the door slid open she all but bulleted down the next hallway, careless of where she was going.
No matter what that stupid voice said, she needed to find her Darling. And she needed to find him now.
[Miia has arrived, but is in some pretty strong denial. Find her anywhere on the station, frantically searching for the love of her life.]
It wasn't a good feeling. For every scary thing that had happened to her since coming to Japan, none had truly rendered her as afraid as being boxed into a small room, a synthetic voice telling her she couldn't go home. At first she had thought she was being deported, and for what crime she didn't know. Ms. Smith surely would have come for her if that was the case, and her Darling would have fought for her, but as much as she called out...
As much as she called out, or banged her fists on the door, or beat her tail against the floor, Darling didn't come. Her love wasn't rescuing her in a blaze of gallant glory as he had when Draco had forced their advances on her, or when that terrible couple had harassed her, or when she had nearly drowned in Mero's pool.
He wasn't coming. He had to come for her, but he wasn't.
If she hadn't believed in him so strongly, it would have felt like a betrayal.
The most frustrating part was knowing the other girls were with him somewhere. Papi and her childish charm, Centorea and her quiet nobility, Mero and her subtle sensuality. They were with him and she wasn't, and if she wasn't there he may pick one of them as his bride. It made her teeth bare and her scales itch at the thought. She loved him the most, she was his first guest, she was the one who deserved to marry him.
By the time the door opened she had worked herself up into such a jealous frenzy that she nearly flew from her little prison, ignoring the little bits of machinery she had been instructed to take. She slid down corridors, thumped her tail in irritation over every second that passed in the elevator, and when the door slid open she all but bulleted down the next hallway, careless of where she was going.
No matter what that stupid voice said, she needed to find her Darling. And she needed to find him now.
[Miia has arrived, but is in some pretty strong denial. Find her anywhere on the station, frantically searching for the love of her life.]
