He called himself a friend? She hadn't had anyone who would call her such a thing, in years. And he wasn't leaving. Slowly, Elsa allowed the doors to open, remaining across the room from him, near to the stairs.
"A talent?" Her voice was quiet, but incredulous. "There's no controlling it."
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Date: 2015-10-29 05:02 am (UTC)From:He called himself a friend? She hadn't had anyone who would call her such a thing, in years. And he wasn't leaving. Slowly, Elsa allowed the doors to open, remaining across the room from him, near to the stairs.
"A talent?" Her voice was quiet, but incredulous. "There's no controlling it."