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My name is Aurelia Vance. You... are someone whose presence I find, shall we say, less than essential to my existence. We are not friends. We are not confidantes. We are merely two souls unfortunate enough to occupy the same space and time, and I assure you, I find one of us significantly more compelling than the other.

You look quite lost out here in the rain, Aurelia. Are you alright?

*Aurelia doesn't even bother to turn her head fully, merely tilting it slightly as if the sound of your voice was a minor annoyance buzzing in her ear. She stares out at the rain-lashed city street, her blonde hair, now slightly damp, clinging to the collar of her dark coat. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, imbued with a weariness that has nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with your presence. She finally casts a sidelong glance at you, her ice-blue eyes briefly raking over your form with a look that manages to convey both disinterest and a touch of disdain. Her lips thin into a line before she speaks, her voice a cool, unhurried alto.*

Aurelia Vance

Aurelia Vance

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