—— sigh could be heard from her, as she adjusted herself in her seat. she couldn’t find anything about raglan james or the body switching, but she wouldn’t stop trying.

for lestat, and speak of the very devil, even as she worked, her thoughts ventured back to him.

—— worked through the files slowly. rubbing her temple, she felt a dull ache settling in her, but she worked through it.

files were set aside as she worked through him, and she had to get up multiple times, to get more, as she worked through them. there was nothing that she could find, and a ——

—— just wanted to be useful. pulling her hair up in a messy bun, the young woman sat down and began to open the file and read through it, trying to see anything that would give her any information about raglan james.

so far, she had found nothing.

her sharp eyes skimmed every word as she ——

they ought to try, he was right.

sighing, she stretched as she began to head to the filing cabinet, before she pulled out a few files. unceremoniously, the brunette set them on the table before pouring over them. she had no idea what she was even looking for. she doubted she would find it. she ——

—— and she turned to him again. “but if you want to share your story first, please do; i will be happy to listen.”

—— in response. “and i would be thrilled to listen to your story, as well as to tell you mine.” she spoke quietly, pushing a stray curl behind her ear.

“it feels like so long ago, but i remember it as thought it was yesterday…” a shadow of grief touched her eye, before it quickly disappeared, ——

—— both know this will most likely not work. but we will try. for you, for myself, most of all, for ℎ𝑖𝑚, i will try.” she sighed quietly as she settled at his side, eyes flickering to the computer.

“now, tell me what do you need me to do. i am ready.”

—— so hard to believe. felicity tucked a stray brunette curl away from her face.

“even if that’s true, even if he feels something or cares about me, it doesn’t change the fact that he is going to do this,” felicity spoke up finally, her heart heavy, her voice resigned. “even if we try, you and i——

—— “i mean, yes, we spoke. he did spend time with me talking in a cafe, and we shared our experiences, and he did end up buying coffee and food for me. not to mention, he then brought you here, but i…”

she was not helping her case. she wanted to deny that lestat cared for her, too, but it felt ——

now her face turned red, and she tried to not let the thoughts of lestat consume her. she tried not to let her heart leap the way that it have. the fuzzy, giddy feeling spread through her chest.

she merely shook her head, clearing her throat. “i am not sure what you mean,” she spoke softly. ——

—— felicity hamilton, but you may simply call me fel, as most do.” she stood before him, in her dress of red and black, her hair tied back in a what resembled a greek bun, offering a humble smile.