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Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow She didn't get many visitors at work, certainly not the urgent kind. It was why a million possible emergencies were going through her mind as she headed towards the waiting area, many involving her grandmother whose health had been declining recently. This was bad, it had to be bad, and Emilia fully expected to find Rosie waiting for her as she paused by the reception desk, taking a minute to mentally prepare herself for whatever news she was about to get. Only as she lifted her gaze, she did not find her older cousin waiting for her. No, it was someone else, someone she'd convinced herself that she'd never see again, and yet, here he was.
Andrei.
He looked different than she remembered. Older, stronger, more sure of himself. She couldn't help but wonder if the same was true for her. She found herself hoping that it was as she urged her feet to work, her mouth to. The lump in her throat was hard to swallow, but she did. "Hi." It was all she could manage at the moment, but it would have to do. She tucked some of her long brown hair behind her ear and moved closer, allowing herself to take him in. Somewhere in there was the boy she used to know, but that boy seemed so far away now. A distant memory. She wondered who the man that stood in front of her was, and she felt quite sad that she had no idea.
What was he doing here? He had seen all kind of bizarre creatures and scenes in his line of work with the Russian Ministry, but this moment right now was the most surreal experience of his life to date. In some ways it felt like finally coming home to a piece of himself that he had lost a long time again, so familiar that he still had every hue of her doe-like brown eyes memorized. In others, it was like gazing at a complete stranger. He was not sure which was the more predominant feeling as he held his breath and took a step closer.
Instinct and memory had his limbs wishing to hold her, memory and respect of very defined boundaries still his arms' movements. And then he found words leaving his lips before he even realized it. "...I had to see for myself...that you are okay."
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