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Realistic or Modern Fate's Flame

He looked down. Marcus was going to tell his dad anyway, what was the harm in Decimius doing it for him? There was none...except Anastasia might hate him afterwards. He frowned and walked into the shadows near where the others stood to observe them.
 
Anastasia moved over to the table and sat opposite Tony, greeting him sweetly. "Hello Tony," she said with a soft smile. "You alright?" she asked, watching him draw circles on the tabletop
 
Tony jumped, having not being paying attention, and blinked at her, again pulling at his sleeves, "I-I'm fine Anastasia" He stuttered nervously, looking down after speaking
 
Ana blinked and stared at the table, content to sit in silence. She began to play with a strand of hair, her thoughts wandering to kissing Marcus in her bedroom and she involuntarily smiled. They'd come so far in such a short time but she wouldn't have changed any of it. She was content.
 
Valeria found herself wandering in the forest. She had stopped close to the river, slumping down against a tree. What an odd day this day is getting... She thought as she closed her eyes. Everything was such a blur and she was finding herself all over Pompeii. The alcohol had made her so tired, her limbs weary and a bit heavy to even lift. As soon as she closed her eyes, she dozed off without even noticing.
 
Tony looked up at Ana, "So.....y-you and M-Marcus.....?" He asked, seeming to not like the awkward silence. His eyes wandered over to Marcus as he talked, then looked back at the table
 
Ana's gaze snapped to Tony, wide and alarmed. "How-how did you know?" she asked softly. Her heart began to beat quickly, as she began to panic. What if Marcus' father had found out and Marcus got in trouble because of it. Or what if he came after her and her father.
 
Tony shrugged, "N-No one ever s-seems to n-notice me..... I-I know m-more a-about p-people than t-they think I do" He said softly, "I-I won't tell anyone" He mumbled, pulling again at his sleeves to hide the cuts
 
Ana smiled at him softly. "I trust you," she whispered softly, looking at him kindly. "But I always notice you Tony. You're my friend." She ran a hand through her dark hair, pushing it back from her face and widening her bright blue eyes.
 
"N-No one else does.....u-unless they n-need me" Tony muttered, his emerald eyes as dull and depressed as before, and he kept fiddling with his shirt sleeve. however, by doing this he had opened one of the wounds again, and red bled slowly into said shirt
 
She reached out for his hand and gasped, noticing the blood. "What happened?" she asked softly.
 
Tony blinked up at her, and shook his head hurriedly, pulling his arm back, and quietly rolling down his sleeve, revealing the bleeding wound, among others that had scabbed over and others still that had scarred.
 
Ana stared as tears flooded her eyes. How had it taken her so long to notice that her friend was in pain. "What... what happened?" she asked softly, as she resisted the urge to reach out and wrap her arms around him.
 
Tony placed a firm hand on the bleeding wound, looking up at her, "N-Nothing...." he lied. In reality, even though he had friends, he still felt lonely, and that coupled with his abusive family memories that appeared in his dreams made him upset
 
"We should get you patched up," she said softly. "I've got some bandages and cream at my house if you don't want to go to a doctor," she whispered.
 
Tony shook his head quickly, "I-Im fine" He stuttered nervously, as if he didn't seem to care about getting a infection or dying. Instead his hand pressed over the wound tighter
 
"Tony," she said softly. "You should at least let me wrap them. If not you'll bleed to death and you're too important a friend to me to die this way," she said as a tear rolled down her cheek.
 
Tony looked at her and shook his head, "I-I'm not important" He mumbled. However, when he noticed her crying he nodded, "O-Ok" He agreed softly, hating to see his friends cry
 
"You are important," she said softly. "Come on." She stood up slowly and tilted her head, looking into his eyes. "Let's get you cleaned up."
 
Tony nodded, and slowly stood, hands shaking as one quickly went back to the bleeding wound. He didn't agree with her, but didn't voice his opinion either, not wanting to upset her further
 
"Are you going to tell me what happened?" she asked calmly as they began to walk back to her house. It wasn't far to the outside of the Pompeii where she lived with her father, and the walk through the streets was empty and dark. She waited for his answer, not really wanting to push him but she was worried about her friend.
 
Decimius trailed them in the shadows, his knife out, knowing criminals may be roaming these streets.
 
Tony walked beside her quietly, and huffed softly, "Nightmares I suppose" He mumbled, Though they were more of memories He continued in his mind
 
Ana opened the door to her house and gestured for him to go inside. She grabbed the bandages quickly and a bowl of water with a sponge. She set them down on the table and pulled out two chairs. She set the sponge into the water and squeezed it before looking up at him. "This might sting a bit but we have to clean your wound."
 

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