A chunky embrace envelopes me and the scent of cinnamon wafers into my face blindingly.
"Haider, don't put as much perfume, you'll repel people." I say, scrunching my nose.
"Naz- are you guys ok? Why are you hurt?" Haider questions, amber eyes boring into mine, and maybe I see a flicker, a glimmer of concern.
"Because some emo kid fucking kidnapped us," Kenji replied, rolling his eyes. My lips tighten in a disguised smile, this man is just so funny sometimes. I can't tell if he doesn't like Haider or the fact that maybe he's realised that some emo kid fucking kidnapped us. I wouldn't be surprised if the problem was the first option; the perfume is really overwhelming.
"What's an...emo kid?" Haider frowns. He's not quite yet familiar with the slang of the western world, although I have been trying to teach him.
"Doesn't matter. How did you find us?
'We intercepted a suspicious plane flying from north america. Did some further inspection and realised it was undocumented, which we then assumed was criminal.'
I nod.
'Okay. So, where are we?'
'Still on the plane, actually. It's on the ground, but I don't know how they added a prison cell to it.'
Kenji furrows his brows.
'And the leaders did all this–without anyone noticing?'
'Well, when they're the ones in charge, they can do anything, can they? Anyways, they're talking to Valentina and Nicolas right now.'
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*Few hours later...*
Some healers that I don't know the name of have just finished healing my wound to my side. It didn't hit anything fatal, so it was a quick process.
Kenji was taken to the other room. For the better, maybe.
I'm lying in the cold sheets of the bed, fiddling with the pale blanket draped over my lower half. Bored. Extremely bored. They don't really have anything to do here, do they?
I adjust my hijab.
The door creaks open.
It's Haider, again.
'Nazeera.'
'Yes, that's my name. Glad to know you remember it.'
I stop though, once I see his expression.
It's almost unreadable, but there are small touches, twitches, microexpressions conveying anger, sadness, and...guilt?
'What did you do?'
'Nothing.' He sits next to me.
'Haid–'
'Dad died.'
Author's note:
hello chat it's been a GODDAMN while!!!! sorry i forgot about this omg.
Pls dont attack me if some things dont make sense i lowkey forgot all my worldbuilding. it's been a busy few months promise.
I was planning on making this chapter longer but i swear i could not be bothered atp. I'll try to consistently update tho!!
lowkey dk what to do after this basic storyline that i've created, but fear not i'll think of something
anyways hope you enjoyed 🎀
- phoebe
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