"I am sorrie things are ending up like this. . .If I could change it any way. .. "Felicity muttered staring down at Sebastian's hands that she held in hers. He stared at her for a moment, his aquamarine eyes betraying all the adulation he held for her, "It's ok. . You are still my princess" he whispered brushing his lips against her forehead. Shocked at the mention of the nickname she felt herself jolted. . .
"I DON'T WANT TO BE A PRINCESS" Felicity exclaimed storming around Vejita's bedroom hurling crystals and glass around as each crashing sound just deepend his frown. "You are sure acting like one" he retroted. Cursing under her breath Felicity composed herself, "IT ISNT FAIR! I want to be out there fighting too! I am a warrior! You know it too! You are a prince and they let you out!" she pointed out while stomping her foot like a three year old who had just been told no. "THEN DON'T MARRY ME" he said finally his own voice raising several notches. Shocked into silence Felicity didn't say anything for a moment, "JERK" finally came from her rosy lips as she crossed her arms and repeated it again for good measure, "Jerk"
"Felicity? Felicity you aren't listening to me" Sebastain complained as his flight was now being called. Shaking out of her trance she narrowed her eyebrows for a moment longer and then looked into his adoring face, "Love. . .I will see you back in Manhattan ok? I will only be here for a short time. .. Good flight." she said still distracted as she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and then began to walk away as he stared after her speechless. Shaking his head as her lithe frame disappeared into the strange masses he hung his head and sighed, he loved her yes, and he knew she was never coming home. "Guess that means I get to keep the fish" he muttered cynically and wiped at a single tear and walked towards the gate, "Hope you find yourself Felicity"
Felicity pushed her hair out of her face as she turned her eyes upward to see the crowd rushing around her as she had wandered aimlessly through the market. Searching for answers, for questions she didn't even know. Rubbing her arms with her hands she felt a slight wind nip her face as the noon sun disappeared behind a cloud. Biting her lower lip she felt herself colliding into someone.
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