YOUR LOVER'S GOT NO CLUE [rejoining]

[stella]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 550px; min-height: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 109%; text-align: left; padding: 20px;font-size: 12px;"]déjà vu was a wicked way to call the wicked act of trickery - an illusion of something that is just simply not. like the possibility that stella's dad would just forget the name of the former captain's daughter, forget goldenluxury's face, forget to give a hello to his children after waking from his long and undue slumber. but then who might this be? a temptation carefully crafted by lucifer's hand? loki's mischief? anything. anything to help placate the feelings bubbling up from within stella's stomach wanting to overflow from her pretty pink mouth and on to the floor horridly. what wickedness stella saw today.

cautiously the hybrid followed in the new captain's paws, hidden from sight behind the other girl's sheer height and growing width, lavender eyes peeking around golden meekly to get a better look at the creature that bore her dad's face. could it really be? god knows how much stella wanted this; she had prayed to him every night since. but the heavens never said a word. were they simply just silent messiahs? something felt too off, too off for this to be the work of anything else but fate and not a higher being's power. a realisation that made tears prick at stella's eyes.

he looked so familiar though, outside and in, his face, his eyes, his aura and even his scent screamed out to stella that this was her dad. but just it didn't feel right. call it intuition. "hello?" so what luca had forgotten goldenluxury for a moment? perhaps it was just a momentary lapse of memory - if this was truly the luca the typhoon knew then surely he couldn't forget the face of his own daughter. a foolproof plan. stella was almost too nervous to stay in sight, fighting the urge to hide behind the taller girl's legs.

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