TW: Blood mentioned
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It was like the world had stopped just for this moment.
"Anya," He breathed.
He was surely uncertain if that was truly her, but it couldn't hurt to imagine.
...
Well, it did hurt to imagine.
...
He felt his breathing come to a stop as he moved forward slightly to see if it was really her.
Is that Anya? That should be Anya, it has to be...
Should I walk towards—
A hand halted his thoughts, pulling him closer to Iduna.
He immediately came back to his senses and glared at the girl pulling him. He demanded angrily, "Stop pulling me."
Iduna said nothing, her face showed no emotions.
Damian clenched his jaw tightly. Why the hell was she so stubborn? "I said, let g—"
"You are not going to her." She threatened in a low voice.
"Says who," Then he slapped her hand away, but she pulled it back again.
"Says me." She said between gritted teeth. "She will come to us."
Damian cringed. "Us? Just say 'you and I'."
Iduna rolled her eyes.
'I'm really starting to get irritated with you, Desmond.'
Iduna turned to the pink haired girl, "Hey, WOMAN!" she called out in a mocking voice. "COME HERE YOU PINK HAIRED WEIRDO!"
Damian looked at her with disgust, "Don't say that. Didn't your mother teach you any manners?"
Oh, God, are they really doing this in public?
Iduna side–eyed Damian. "She got thrown into jail."
He scoffed. "No wonder why. Seems like you'll be next if you keep up that attitude."
The pink haired girl started making her way towards them.
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Teen Fiction"Wait..." She grinned, "you were thinking of Anya?" "WH-WHAT!!! NO I WASN'T!!!!!!!" --- !ART NOT MINE! A damianya fluff story (mostly fluff because I despise angst) Please read the first A/N! It's important, thank you! ❤️ Art for picturing the scen...
