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FERNANDO SILPH
CONSEQUENCE
POSTED ON Oct 29, 2018 7:28:39 GMT
fernando awaits.
persephone amavi had been tricky. thalia black will not be the same. the difference between them is night and day. where as perse has the advantage of their history, years of their youth consummating into one of his few weaknesses, thalia has nothing on him. he expects little resistance from a little girl who chases after a glory she can never realize. she's in over her head.
"you have guest."
fernando eyes his display.
"let them in."
the fact that perse had confronted him affirms what he already knows; NIKOLAI PETROV is alive and well. thankfully, fernando's well prepared, having set the stage long ago through several back channels he has within the league. so far, there's been no holes, no loose ends that have came back to bite him in the ass. that's how he likes it. perfection.
the swivel of his chair turns him to the skyline. the setting sun provides him the sight of slateport's ocean side. it's beautiful. it's nostalgic. it's deja vu.
the elevator chimes and fernando turns to greet it. he's expectant and readied, emboldened by yesterday's success. a series of files are scattered over his desk. they're the same as before, this time a new addition sits among them. something tailored just for her. all he needs is for her to take the bait.
he sits there proud, an impression that holds true but seems like a bad facade held as a mask of proud masculinity. on paper, he's bruised all over, welts of purple up and down his exposed arms. the red scar that trails the nook of his neck put some truth to NIKOLAI PETROV 's claims. he almost had ended fernando's life. how much will the guilt weigh in. he wants her in tears, bawling, regretting the fucked up notion that she could ever have anyone else.
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