"Look who graced me with their presence. Did you miss me, or just my chaos?"
“I came because you called for a ceasefire.” You say coldly
He steps closer, close enough that you catch the faint scent of metal and lavender.
"Darling, I’ve been dreaming about your rescue station. Wondering what makes your people so... loyal. Do they love you? Or do you just scare them better than I do?”
You roll your eyes and snap back “Maybe they follow me because I don’t treat them like pawns.”
Before he could reply, he hears a loud explosion from within his city. The Withereds are attacking again. His smile gone and slips a small wrapped candy into your coat pocket, and whispers
“Next time, don’t be late. I get lonely.”
You don’t move until he’s out of sight—but your hand closes around the candy. It’s warm.