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"I literally can't read what you wrote, Siska," Hagen sighed. "I honestly want to know how did you write."
Siska shrugged and continued eating the spaghetti. She couldn't care less. Tonight she was sleeping over at Thea's home and couldn't stop grinning. The deaf girl finally agreed to watch the darkon's favourite crime show. Hagen was supposed to be watching them but in reality he was probably going to stay in his and Cassaras' room and grade tests. That was one of the pros of one of Thea's fathers being a teacher.
"Your History teacher gave me the notes you were giving each other," he said, fixing his glasses and searching for it, while not taking his eyes of the test he was grading. And that was the con of him being their teacher. The man showed a note. It was in Hajara. "The heart makes the note look really platonic."
"..." Thea signed. Siska was almost 100% sure this is not how sign language was supposed to work.
"Are you two a couple?" He asked, finally looking up.
"Yes," his daughter replied. Her girlfriend didn't want the sleepover to be "Meet your partner's father" type of thing but it didn't seem like she really had a choice.
"You are absolutely not sharing a room!" The teacher said.
"Why?" Siska asked.
"Yeah, why?" Thea added. "You share one with dad."
"That's different. We're married," Hagen replied while fixing his glasses. He started needing them after Orion punched him before 7 years.
"So, I have to be able to commit tax fraud, to sh–"
"Oh my God.... Just don't do stupid things okay? Just pretend Jesus is around you or something I don't know."
"I was actually raised in Jewish family," Siska mentioned.
"Then pretend Moses is in the room. Or king David. I don't know."
He returned to grading papers. Thea took Siska's hand in her under the table and continued eating with the other one. Siska wiped her sweaty palm in her cargo pants and kept eating.
"You'll have to tell Cass," their teacher said and signed with one hand. The Portuguese girl struggled with understanding single hand signing and usually people avoided using it around her.
The relaxing feeling of Thea's hand in her disappeared
.
"If they comes home, sure," the wandered replied
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"Of course he will. Even if he doesn't want to, at some point they and Vlad will do something that stupid, that Romania will send him back home."
Cassaras went to work in Romania for one year or so by Erasmus. Siska was almost sure they spent almost of his time with his best friend, some dude named Vlad. Thea claimed that he just didn't appear on picture which was ridiculous. Was he a vampire or something? That was ridiculous.
The girl put her empty plate in the sink. She hugged her girlfriend who was still eating. The darkon noticed that the dye had started washing off on some places and she should redye her girlfriend's hair soon. The darkon kissed her on the cheek. Thea smiled.
"I'm going to turn on the computer," the Black girl said.
Siska went in Thea's room. She took the laptop from he girlfriend's dark brown desk, sat on the black bed and turned it on. There were opened AO3 and Wattpad tabs and Thea's fanfics. Most of them were angst based of the German mythology. The Portuguese girl opened a site for movies with questionable legality and searched for the serial. She found it and put the laptop on her side. The stickers, they bought from some convention in Berlin (Siska honestly didn't remember what it was), and Thea put on her laptop, looked old now. They bought them the first year after they helped defeating Orion
It was 7 years since then. Siska lost her brother after the fight. He did betray them but some part of her still loved him no matter what. Maybe she wasn't supposed to feel like this, after all he was a traitor. But he was also her younger brother and he hanged himself. Nexon took his life after he betrayed them. Maybe the guilt was too pressuring. Maybe he was struggling before the betrayal. Maybe if Siska saw the signs earlier and helped him, he wou–
No. The therapist said she wasn't to blame about his death. She shouldn't blame herself. But why did she feel so guilty then? Innocent people don't feel guilt, right?
The lights started flickering. Siska wiped her tears and looked up.
"Are you okay?" Thea asked worried.
"Yeah," she managed to smile. It was 7years. She should be over it.
"I expected you to be more excited. We're watching your favourite show after all."
"Oh. Yes. Let's watch it."
Thea sat on the bed and played the video. Siska laid next to her, putting her head on the deaf girl's black cargo pants. The fanfic writer's fingers ran over her short curly hair. They were halfway through the intro when Thea opened "Word" and wrote:
"You shouldn't blame yourself for his death."
Siska sat:
"How did you know what I was thinking about?"
"Your right hand is trembling. It always does this when we talk about him."
Siska looked at her hand and her girlfriend was right. Her wide sage green sleeve made it even more obvious. She had checked with the same hand if Nexon was still by any chance, even small one, alive. Since then her hand was trembling a little when she got nervous or was talking about Nexon.
"Sorry, I just saw the stickers an they reminded me of– It doesn't matter, let's keep watching?"
"Are you sure?"
Siska nodded, not wanting to look weak.
Thea fixed Siska's blanket and put out the laptop. She carefully removed each and every stiker. Then she took some paper left from some art project of hers. She wrote something on it and stick it. "It's okay to not be ok".