Light lashes moved swiftly as the eyes of the blonde hero opened and closed. He wore a large smile, showing off his elaborate white teeth. He was clean shaven not having a single hair placed anywhere near his jaw, allowing his fair skin to gleam nicely.
His blonde hair flowed majestically resembling that of a lion's mane. In all honesty it was hard to point any flaws within his appearance. He didn't stand overly tall, like how Aaron or Samwell did, nor was he too thin like Ren or Dustin. He had a lean build, not overly skinny or extremely muscular. The shirt he wore matched his size well giving him a well toned shape similar to Erica.
Though despite all of his physical features Erica always found herself feeling indifferent towards him. Not being drawn in by the god like presence he'd usually exert, but instead being pushed away by it.
His personality made her feel anxious, and whenever they'd trade glances in meetings she'd always find herself shaking. Even now that didn't change, as his voice went through from her left ear into her right, she felt a chill run down her spine almost as if a ghost had left her body.
Her mouth quivered lightly making the gestures for words to come out, but nothing did. She couldn't help but stare at his handsome face completely flabbergasted by his sudden appearance.
Why did he want to talk to Nyssa? Why would he bother to meet her here of all places?
Multiple questions flowed her mind as she found herself unable to answer his initial question bringing him to ask once more.
"You seem tense, perhaps you'd like to discuss this over a cup of coffee?"
He gestured outside pointing at the small kiosk that stood outside of the hospital in the courtyard. Erica's brown eyes moved in the direction of his finger immediately noticing the shape of it. It was thin, not too slim, and not too fat even minor aspects to his body seemed perfect.
Simply the sight of him drove her mad, not in lust but in anguish she wanted to smash his face in. His voice, his face, and everything else was enough to drive her absolutely mad. The years of torment he has brought upon her, the constant mockery the Hero Association has brought her, if she simply stepped forward and let her claws dig into his flesh she could end it in an instant.
The suffering the pain, it would all go away and she could take Ren and Nyssa and flea as far from Vermillion City as possible.
She moved her hand behind her back as her nails darkened. The length of them began to increase as her nervous stare seemed to remain in her face.
"Go for his neck" she thought allowing her eyes to drop down and focus on the fat lump in the midsection of his neck forming his adam's apple.
"If I lung forward fast enough, he'd certainly bleed out. Even someone like him can't survive something like that...not even him"
"I will not let him take Nyssa from me...not after I just go her back." Once again these thoughts dogged her mind allowing her to temporarily forget the situation she was placed in.
Without even realizing she felt a soft press along her shoulder. Her vision cleared as she noticed the distance between her and Michael had shortened considerably. His red eyes stared into hers leaving her to feel light at her feet.
The trembling she had only grew worse. No words were needed to be said as the stare was more than enough to convey the feelings he felt. His offering wasn't optional and she had no choice but to accept.
As her claws reverted back to ordinary nails she couldn't help but feel helpless. Like a child being approached by their parent when they've misbehaved. She couldn't bring herself to say anything, and instead simply nodded following his lead.
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