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 Fight or Flight, 17 Dec 2167 | @Larissa & @Bruce
Reese Marshall
 Posted: Dec 5 2017, 02:04 PM
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On a scale of one to ten with one being putting his hand through a window and ten being feeling like maybe things could get better over time, today was a seven (which was far better than average). It had snowed over night, which meant that Wendy's school had been cancelled and the construction site had been closed, so Reese's parents had suggested he come stay in the guest room for the "blizzard" -- that was at least what Mrs. Marshall had called it. Whether approximately a foot of snow could count as such, Reese wasn't exactly sure.

Regardless, and perhaps against his better self-punishment based judgment, he agreed to come over for the evening of the storm. In the middle of the night, Reese awoke to a pat on his chest and a little girl panicked from a bad dream and he scooted over to make room for her as she crawled into the bed beside him.

The morning had been equally mundane. His mother made pancakes and eggs as his father relayed the entire paper article by article with commentary and predictions of what was going to happen. It was all so fucking normal, and for whatever reason, Reese let it all happen.

Usually, he panicked at some point and found an event to punish himself for and a reason to run away at the first sign of happiness; today, his little girl brought him gloves and then a hat and then some boots over the course of thirty minutes while he discussed with his parents what he thought was going to happen between Malik and Ramsey. He admitted that he'd love a good political fist fight; his parents had laughed.

Regardless of how surreal the morning was, he finally put on all the the items assembled not-so-subtly by his eight year old, made sure she was bundled up enough to go outside and then went out with her to build a snowman.

They were just about to start working on the head of the second snowman and finding all the pieces for the details when he heard the crunching of salt and snow as two people walked down the sidewalk. Wendy looked over at the people and then up at her father.

"Who are they?" she asked. She'd gotten all the brain from her parents and all the sensitivity of a little girl who had grown up around a father who she understood was more delicate than other daddies.

Reese hesitated. "Mr. Vaughan and Miss Parrish. They're -- friends of mine." and perhaps that phrasing meant something.

Without enough warning for Reese to stop her, the girl went racing towards them, Reese fumbling behind her, getting onto his feet from where he had been on his knees to chase after her.

She stopped in front of them. "Dad says you're his friends and you should help us build our snowman family." The girl declared as Reese caught up to her. He looked embarrassed, perhaps, but not angry. He didn't argue with the girl's assessment.

"It's good to see you. Larissa, Bruce, This is my daughter, Wendy." he said as if that explained the abrupt invitation. Perhaps if they had known him before the accident, they would have seen the similarities in their temperaments.

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 Posted: Dec 5 2017, 05:02 PM
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The first of Bruce’s December holidays had ended on Monday, with the next not until following Friday, and the third the day after. From both a personal and a professional perspective, December was the shortest month, the busiest month, punctuated as it was by long stretches of holidays and preparations.

Shangri-La had been transformed inside and out. Garland wrapped around the columns in front of the doors, tasteful lights along the building proper, and small trees planted in the courtyard – evergreens themselves decorated and now covered in a blanket of snow. Poles painted red and white that conjured the image of candy canes. And a Victorian-style carriage parked in the center of the courtyard, for anyone who desired to use it for a scene, or merely to enjoy the novelty. Inside, the common areas were vaguely Victorian in their décor: wreaths and candles, and mistletoe everywhere except for Bruce’s office, which remained neutral territory. Fresh poinsettias, and the Christmas tree in the great room. Their menorah was still up on display, not yet taken down for the next year, and a hand-carved advent calendar was displayed above the mantle of the large fireplace.

Just as the snow covered the grounds, a playful feeling had enveloped Shangri-La, the clients excited about the weather, and several of his employees calling in, citing transportation issues. Breakfast was a bit chaotic, as he did a head count for staff and in-house clients, and then went down the list for the clients who had canceled for the day. In the end, it freed him up for several hours, and so when Larissa called and proposed a chat about campaign plans and a bit of shopping, he accepted the offer.

Bruce wore a long, black, wool overcoat that would do Charles Dickens proud. Larissa had bafflingly dressed as though it was September 17th rather than mid-December, but she was neither his sister nor his daughter, and so the mental manipulator offered no comment on her attire. Instead, they started their stroll through the neighborhoods of Haven, snow crunching beneath his boots as they walked.

“I’ll announce after Boxing Day. That's a big day for us, and I don't want anyone to feel that I made it political…” Musings about the next year and his planned foray into politics were interrupted by a girl who walked right up to them. She was cute, looked a bit older than Mabel – by a year, perhaps two. With all the confidence of a businesswoman, she declared that they were supposed to help her and her father with their snowman, and then…

Reese.

So that was his daughter, his only surviving child. She had personality.

Bruce approved of personality.

With a wide smile on his lips, Bruce crouched down so that he and the girl were roughly the same height; his gloves hands on his knees for balance. “Wendy, it’s nice to meet you. Are you enjoying your day off?”

His gaze flickered to Reese, still standing at his full height so he temporarily towered over the mental manipulator. “It’s nice to see you too, and the question stands. Are you enjoying your day off?”

His attention then turned towards Larissa. “What do you say? We can make a snow family.” Which might sound so wholesome as to offend her, but they had a minor in the audience. "I don't think you've ever seen me in the snow."

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Larissa hated the cold. And in true stubborn-Larissa fashion, she was protesting it by pretending it wasn’t there. So when Bruce had accepted her invite to discuss his campaign more, she’d hoped she could persuade him to meet her somewhere indoors. Apparently he had been nonstop busy at Shangri-la and wanted to get away and since he couldn’t see her state of dress over the phone, suggested they walk.

Thankfully Bruce didn’t say anything at her heeled knee high boots, thin leather pants, and a top that bared her shoulders. At least the shirt was long sleeved but Larissa was coatless and without gloves or a scarf of any kind. When a teenager in a giant, warm looking camo coat designed to laugh audibly at her as they walked past, Larissa muttered something about jumping the kid for his jacket and shoving head down in the snow. It was entirely possible it was a joke, or entirely possible the only reason she hadn’t was because Bruce was there.

She tried not to let on to the mood the cold was putting her in as they walked because it was at odds with the mood surrounding his impending campaign announcement.

At the sudden arrival of Wendy, Larissa stopped abruptly. She remembered meeting Reese, though if it was at the Masquerade or Day of the Dead party she couldn’t be sure. She arched a brow and looked at Reese and smirked upon hearing his daughter’s assertion that they’d been called friends. Bruce, sure. But Reese considered her a friend?

“Reese,” she greeted back less intimately than Bruce but she didn’t seem upset at the interruption. “Little human,” she greeted the small child. Despite the amount of siblings in her family, time and other events had pulled away any comfort she had around children. Ella had been the motherly type and she wasn’t sure who held that responsibility now. Still, something told her Wendy would be persistent and that it would be easier to play along than to say no.

“Yeah, alright.” She walked gingerly into the yard, her heels sinking into the soft powder with each step.

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 Posted: Dec 11 2017, 03:53 PM
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Eight and bright enough to realize when someone was being demeaning, she eyed both of them and then gave a little curtsy. "It's a pleasure, Mr. Vaughan, Old Human." Like her father, she seemed entirely in control over the tone of her voice, and so it was sickly sweet even as she said something rude.

Reese shook his head. "Wendy." he hissed, "Be polite." and then he offered to Larissa, "I'm sorry."

The girl bristled as if every inch of her was emotion and action instead of logic and calculation. Perhaps she had gotten that from her father too, though it was hard to see if on Reese when he wasn't hammered or having an emotional relapse. "My day has been very nice thank you." She finally said to Bruce. "And Dad's good. He came to spend the night." She was answering for her father, who couldn't wipe the smile off of his face. "Because Grandma always gets what she wants. We played Monopoly!" Then she grabbed Bruce's hand giving him a little tug with the intention of dragging him over to the snowmen. "C'mon, they're over here. We need eyes and arms. Dad, come on!"

Reese walked by Larissa's side trying to make sure she didn't fall over. "That's a stupid shoe choice." he offered. It wasn't flirtatious, but it also wasn't cruel. In fact, it almost sounded as if it were a general observation -- the way that someone might mention that there was snow on the ground or that the Marshall's legitimately owned a sleigh that they had put into their front yard as decoration to go with their lit reindeer.

In fact, if either of them took a moment to look around there was literally no doubt about what religion the Marshall family was raised. Every window was decorated with garlands as were the railings. The house, bushes, and trees were trimmed with lights. Inside the house there was a fully decorated Christmas tree, and outside there was a towering pine that was equally, and meticulously, decorated, though obviously in a different style to accommodate the elements. Christmas music drifted through the window panes. There was even a beautiful moving nativity by the walk way.

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 Posted: Dec 11 2017, 07:53 PM
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Oh yes, this child certainly had personality, and Bruce could see shades of Reese in how she held herself, could hear his echoes in how she spoke. This would be a treat.

His own Mabel was unfailingly polite and not sarcastic, though nobody would ever say they could see hints of him in her. People didn’t expect children to take after their uncles after all. If either she or Avery inherited anything beyond blue eyes, it would be in their powers. Though, he supposed, where did his come from given his own parents’ purely physical gifts?

Bruce pushed himself to his full height, no longer crouching or bent over so he could follow Wendy and Larissa over to the yard where Reese and his daughter had been building their snowmen. From so close, he could stop to admire the Marshalls’s decorations, some of which he approved, like the lights (which he found tasteful). Some of which he thought was unnecessary and over the top, specifically the crèche.

As someone who had been raised in a mixed family and had never been particularly religious, he’d never cared much for nativity scenes, Noah’s ark, or the resurrection which was celebrated around or slightly after his birthday every year. But he kept that to himself. If he managed not to remark on his clients who came through with all manner of fantasies that would shock high society, then he could remain neutral about the more religious aspects of the holiday’s celebration.

Rubbing his gloved hands together, he surveyed first the snow on the lawn and then Wendy and finally Reese. “What should we do first?” Followed by, “It’s too bad my mother isn’t here. She makes incredible snow sculptures.”

Bruce then took a step back so he could whisper in Reese’s ear. “She’s a lovely girl. You should be proud.” He meant that as a pure compliment; he had already taken a shine to the girl, and he thought the other man should be aware so he could enjoy a bit of fatherly pride, even if he hadn’t been the one to raise her.

Bruce felt pride over his girls, and he hadn’t raised them either.

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 Posted: Dec 16 2017, 01:09 PM
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Larissa snorted at Wendy. “Big is the opposite of little, not old,” was her only retort. She glanced back over at Reese as he apologized. “I like her.” There was no hint of Larissa being at all offended and she wasn’t. Kid had balls. She could appreciate that.

As they trudged through the snowy yard, Larissa shook her head. Monopoly. How dreadfully dull. Unless it was strip Monopoly. That might have merit. She was about to ask when Reese commented on her shoes.

“Snow is stupid.”

Like Bruce, Larissa took stock of the gratuitous decorations littering the yard and the house. It was all so--sweet. And domestic. And boring. Bruce stepped back to whisper to Reese and Larissa took a step closer to the snowman appraising and and its eyeless, armless appearance.

“We should just make holes for the eyes and get red berries to smear beneath them and you can just tell all your friends that Santa yanked his eyes out for being bad. Or you did, because you’re more of a badass than some old fat guy in a red suit, right?”

Way to be wildly inappropriate Larissa. Good job. “As for the arm, your dad got any axes lying around? A proper snow person needs a good sharp weapon at their disposal!” It was amazing to think that one point, a long long time ago, Larissa took care of a lot of her younger siblings.

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Without so much as a hesitation at the statement about his mother, the girl nodded and said: "Well then call her, Mr. Vaughan. You can't hold out on valuable resources for the team!" She heard her father chuckle at something Larissa said and then started barking out what they needed, even as Bruce and Larissa no less than traded spaces.

Reese smiled at Bruce's compliment. "I'm kind of fond of her." He offered, "But I don't deserve the credit. I'll call my mom out if you wa--" and his eyes widened as he heard the girl speak, though he had missed entirely what Larissa had said, which was probably for the best.

The girl had crossed her arms and was looking like every ounce of confidence that had once belonged to her father. Pure, unadulterated impulse driven by emotions and heart. "Have you ever talked to a person before, Ms Parrish? Becau--"

Reese was at his daughter's side. "Excuse us. Just for a second." He said to Bruce and Larissa.

He took the girl by the hand, leading her to the side. His side of the conversation was hushed, stern without being frightening, clear without losing any implication of his love for her, but the girl's protests were clear as day. She was as frightened as she was frustrated for getting in trouble for how weird Larissa was being -- again.

The look he shot towards the two adults he had allowed into his yard was uncertain. Physically, he picked up his daughter and looked towards the door as if he might retreat. The girl tucked herself close. He set her down again near the snowmen. "My daughter doesn't need to have nightmares. So let's just leave adult talk for adults. If either of you can't manage that, you're welcome to continue on your way."

For a moment, he looked like the father he had forgotten how to be six years prior. Protective but willing to let a child explore. Trusting of others, but with priorities that geared towards the girl who was still holding his hand because she didn't know if these strangers were safe after all.

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 Posted: Dec 18 2017, 11:39 PM
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Bruce smiled and shook his head. “Unfortunately, she’s at work, and if I called her, she’d want to know why I was playing hooky.” Or she would ask whether he had closed down for some reason, in her vague way where she wanted only minimal details about his work, restricted more to day-to-day operations that became abstractions. Either way, she wasn’t available to come all the way up to Haven for a snow sculpture, which was too bad; her power gave her the equivalent of additional limbs, and she had remarkable dexterity with them. With that, he sidled over to Reese, oblivious momentarily to exchange between the two other two members of their quartet.

Bewildered by Reese’s disappearance and then his sudden change of demeanor upon joining them again, Bruce blinked, tilted his head just slightly to the side, and reviewed his own behavior. He knew how to interact with children, between his nieces and nephews, the girls, and his volunteering at the hospital, far beyond his own sense of propriety not to blur the boundaries between the Bruce at Shangri-La and in his adult life and the one who interacted with minors; for example, nobody under the age of majority knew of his penchant for leather. Still, he entertained the possibility that he had slipped up somewhere.

The play-by-play left him empty-handed; he had been nothing but courteous and age-appropriate without sliding into condescension with the girl. Before stepping away to speak with Reese alone. Leaving Wendy with Larissa. His imagination went wild with possibilities that ranged from further trading insults to Larissa saying something inappropriate – snarky, violent, or filled with unsubtle sexual innuendo. She should know better, even if she lacked the same fondness for, or experience with, children that they had. In a sense, this was an example of the debate he and she had shared about his campaign. Respectability won more favors than provocation.

Quickly conciliatory, he assured Reese, “We can comport ourselves properly, I promise.” He coupled that with a warning glance in Larissa’s direction.

Stepping forward, he remarked, “We should make him a big candy cane to eat.”

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“Have you?” Her retort was cut off as was Wendy's as Reese intervened and lead his daughter away. Larissa sighed and crossed her arms as she stood there in the yard, heels sunk into the snow and shivering not as much as she should be despite the cold and despite her hatred of it.

Seeing Bruce’s confusion, Larissa shrugged in agreement with that confusion. She truly had no idea why Reese had pulled the girl away either and all they could do was wait for them to come back. When he did return his ultimatum had her blinking in surprise. “Nightmares?” The kid had seemed perfectly fine, willing to return Larissa’s snark with a sharp wit of her own. She frowned. Coddling someone was a sure way to stifle their free will and strength.

Bruce’s warning glance only flamed her ire and she felt a spark of heat and pain shoot through her body. He was warning her. Like he was in charge of her, her chaperone, or father. She rolled her eyes but said nothing.

The mental manipulators comment elicited a hiccuped snort of laughter from her though and blissfully she didn’t expunge on her dirty thought and seemed content for now to stand off to the side and let Reese and Bruce cater to the tiny human. Damned if she’d apologize though. If they wanted to make the same boring snowman that was on every damned lawn through every damned street in Haven...so be it.

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"Good." Reese's levity and openness seemed now to be a thing of the past, at least for the moment. He was on edge and it showed in the way that his hands moved into his pockets and his eyes watched everything again as if someone might pull a dagger then stab the child, who lit up again at Bruce's suggestion.

Reese didn't speak again, even as he watched his daughter move forward, a little more careful this time. "Ms. Parrish, you can go get the red berries." She said, assuredly. She'd suggested they use some after all, so she must have known where they were in the area.

Then her eyes moved back to her father. He'd been doing so good this morning. Now he looked like his normal self; the frustration on her face was evident, but she managed to push it down. "Come on, Dad. Help us build the candy cane." It was strange, perhaps, hearing the soothing voice directed from a child to an adult instead of the other way around, as if her own father was a stray dog who she had to coax out from under the porch with a steak.

The man's brows knit as if the offer was something that the world depended on. Hundreds of things must have flown through his mind in those moments until he finally shook his head. "It's okay." The same way he cut himself off from everyone and everything. "You go ahead. I'll be right here."

The girl nodded and looked down at the snow for a moment before she went hopping over to grab a twig and came back to stuff it into the side of the snowman's torso. Then she asked, "How do you make a snow candy cane?"

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Bruce managed not to laugh at the thought of Larissa being forced to hunt for red berries because of something she’d said (and he could only imagine what it had been given the hint about nightmares and then the snarky suggestion itself). Instead, he mouthed her a happy hunting and hung back, waiting for Reese to join them.

Instead, the other man remained impervious to his child’s pleas, the life sucked from him because of the exchange they had both missed. What a shame. An utterly unnecessary end (beginning, perhaps?) to a morning snow day. He wouldn’t let it pass without remark, even though he wouldn’t argue too firmly, wouldn’t humiliate the other man in front of his daughter. “It’s a three-person job and Larissa is playing hunter-gatherer. It’ll be fun,” he encouraged before patting the snowman for emphasis. This was the type of activity he would regret missing out on when he later sank into recrimination; Bruce wished to avoid that.

When Wendy asked the question, he turned his attention to her. “We have to kneel in the snow and roll a large cylinder, like a snake – almost as tall as the snowman will be. On its side for now until we have it packed nice and firm so it’ll stay in one piece.” Bruce explained this with the confidence of someone who had constructed more than his fair of snow sculptures over the years.

He crouched to one side, preferred that to kneeling because at forty-five, he could more easily move if he remained on his toes. Gloved hands grabbed fistfuls of snow before he began to roll them together.

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Larissa’s jaw clenched as the child called her Ms. Parrish again and dismissed her. “Larissa.” Was all she said before she stalked off, traipsing through the snow in her impractical boots. It was better that she walk away, lest her temper get the better of her. She flat out ignored Bruce as she walked away, finding him just as infuriating right now as the tiny human and Reese. Fucking children. She’d thought Wendy was different, she’d expected her to embrace something beyond the cookie cutter goddamn snowperson that lined every stupid perfect street of Haven.

But they were all the same. The girl’s wit had been refreshing but that repartee had ended there apparently.

Larissa walked back a few houses to one that she and Bruce had passed in their walk. The house had winterberry bushes lining the walkway and Larissa strode confidently up, not caring in the slightest if anyone who might be home would wonder at the strange leather clad woman in their yard plucking berries off their bushes.

Once she had enough she stalked back to Reese’s front yard and unceremoniously dropped the berries on the ground near where the trio were building their stupid, boring snowman.

“Have fun.”

This domestic shit was not for her. Larissa had no intention of hanging around and doing anything so wholesome and familiar as building a goddamn boring ass snowman. She hugged her arms around herself against the cold and scowling turned to leave.


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Reese's eyes had wandered away from the entire scene. He was staring down the street, watching the few cars that dared come out into the snow make their way carefully down the roads. He watched the boy the neighbors had hired to shovel their driveway toiling away.

When Bruce tried to convince him to come back, he brushed it off just as quickly as he did with his daughter. "Just build the snowman. I'm not going anywhere." He snapped. Perhaps physically, he was still there, but mentally he had abandoned them in the cold.

He didn't see Larissa bring back the berries, nor did he notice her leave, but Wendy was as observant as her father was intentionally not. If the eight year old had been a cat, she would have puffed up with frustration. First her father had withdrawn and now Larissa didn't want to play anymore? Her temper flared, but she'd been taught (the same way that Reese had when he had been young and rash) to pull it in, push it down and redirect it; to play instead of punch and to joke instead of snap.

She reached out and took a handful of snow, launching it at the back of Larissa's head and then ducking behind Bruce and looking away as if to pretend that she hadn't thrown it at all, though the second snowball that she was crunching in her hand left things fairly easily to figure out. This one, hit her father directly in the chest, and he turned his attention back on the scene, confused for a moment before he reached down to gather up some snow of his own.

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 Posted: Dec 30 2017, 11:37 PM
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Bruce found himself flabbergasted by how quickly the other adults lost interest in this shared activity, leaving the mental manipulator united in interest with an eight-year-old girl he had never met before. (And when phrased that way, perhaps he should extricate himself from the situation.) Then again, he couldn’t leave and abandon Wendy completely; oft-neglected paternal instincts told him that much.

Yet, first Reese snapped at them, and while Bruce wouldn’t dress the other man down in front of his daughter, he could see the echoes of disappointment touch the girl’s face before sinking into practiced oblivion – a life skill far beyond her age. He had a few choice words for Reese, but before he could begin that lecture, Larissa dumped an armful of berries in front of the snowman, only a foot or so from where Bruce crouched in the snow, wished them well (which implied that she was leaving), and then turned to do just that.

What an utterly disappointing way to spend a snow day.

“Larissa!” He called after his friend, leather-clad fingers hastily unfastening the buttons of his coat. “At least take this.”

Distracted by his task, he held the coat aloft while a snowball went flying at her. From the corner of his eye, he spied another sail through the air in the direction of her father.

That had escalated quickly.

Soon he found Wendy ducked behind him for cover, Bruce still crouched in the snow beside the now-forgotten snowman, coat still held out so Larissa could borrow it. He should have been a few seconds quicker when disrobing, it seemed.

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If Wendy hadn’t wanted to lose her playmates then maybe she should have grown a pair and not been so quick to snitch. Larissa had no intention of stopping when Bruce called out her name. She didn’t need a lecture or guilt trip from him. But his next words did have her slowing, he wasn’t trying to stop her from leaving. Good. And maybe it was the vindictive side of her, but she was all for taking Bruce’s coat. Cause then at least she’d feel better knowing he spent the rest of the day playing with the little human and was a little colder for it only made up for that presumptuous warning glance he gave her earlier.

And this was why Larissa didn’t work well under authority, why she chafed under so many different handlers at APD.

But she never got the chance to turn around before she was pelted with Wendy’s snowball. Her entire body froze and tensed as the cold ice slid down her exposed neck and down her back. What. The. FUCK. She stood frozen like that, anger radiating off of her almost hot enough to melt the snow. Long enough that when she turned it wasn’t Wendy she saw with an incriminating ball of snow in his hands.

She growled a harrumphed breath, shook the snow from her hair, and scooped up a handful of ice. She stalked back towards them, heels crunching the snow down beneath her boots mercilessly as she cupped the snow into a ball and threw it straight at Reese’s head, no holds barred.

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