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Ѕhe was forged from ᴅᴜsᴛ and ᴀsʜᴇs, cursed her with the ʀᴜʙy fire that floods her veins and unbalances her. A fire that can only be put out by pellucid ᴀʀɢᴇɴᴛ.

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» @ArgentAgility « on her twin brother's condition. Was he still alive – was the question that raced through her mind. Prior to their »

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» @ArgentAgility « separation the twins were aware of their fate. Both were to be sent into different chambers to allow the scientists to »

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» @ArgentAgility « reshape their anatomy and give them the strength to fight against the upcoming threats. Their contact after the »

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» @ArgentAgility « experiments began was limited, almost nonexistent, prior to the reveal that the testings’ left her with a telepathic »

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» @ArgentAgility « capability. Endless lines of thought were projected from her to her other half, the physical absence becoming more »

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» @ArgentAgility « bearable. At least, until that connection was yanked away, as well. Her tries were in vain. Her mental shouts of »

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» @ArgentAgility « concern receiving no response and her verbal ones being treated with ignorance and sedatives from the caretakers. ‘Do »

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» @ArgentAgility « not worry,’ were the murmurs that registered in her mind each time she was lulled into an induced slumber. “Come, »

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» @ArgentAgility « child,” A voice brought her out of her inner musings. One hand clasped around her wrist whilst her feet found their »

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» @ArgentAgility « way outside her chamber. Irises rested on Strucker's face as the elder’s palm rest on the spot between her shoulder »

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» @ArgentAgility « blades, ushering her in another part of the structure. “You did well. You deserve this reward.” Strucker’s brims »

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» @ArgentAgility « were contoured by a ghostly as he tapped his digits against the youngster's clothed flesh. Few strides were taken down »

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» @ArgentAgility « the dim lit corridor, the child of the atom tagging along her savior. Halting his movements, Strucker rested a hand »

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» @ArgentAgility « against a wooden door; the mere movement being enough for it to crack open with a soft creaking noise. “Go on.” »

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» @ArgentAgility « With her cranium inclined to the side, the female took a hesitant step closer to the door frame. Malachite irises »

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» @ArgentAgility « settled on the frame that was on the other side of the room. A silver-tressed male – whose shape was familiar to her. »

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» @ArgentAgility « Another step forward brought her inside the room with each hand clasped around the other and heartbeat thumping against »

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» @ArgentAgility « her ribcage. Pallid features were lit by the hope that rapidly rose inside of her, each breath increasing her belief »

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» @ArgentAgility « that this time, her and Pietro’s inborn connection was right. Roseate tiers parted, a breath escaping them and echoing »

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» @ArgentAgility « in the silence of the alcove, it being soon accompanied by the melodious syllables she knew by heart. “Pietro – ?”