[At 8:01 exactly, Felicity steps into the lobby wearing the dress Ezio had sent her. She'd thought about not wearing it in an attempt to remind him that she's not there to do everything he tells her to, but she'd followed that thought process with a reminder that they're starting new with an agreement that appears to be far more fair. Something she can live with and, according to what he's said, what they'd signed into existence in the caves, something he can live with, too. In that moment, she'd decided to do far more than wear his dress.
Around her throat is the necklace he'd given her, and she's left her hair down for their meeting, too. Contacts instead of glasses and heels that accentuate not only her legs, but the tight backside that he loves so much.
The single minute she's late, she figures, is defiance enough. This look, she figures, is worth those sixty seconds.]
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Around her throat is the necklace he'd given her, and she's left her hair down for their meeting, too. Contacts instead of glasses and heels that accentuate not only her legs, but the tight backside that he loves so much.
The single minute she's late, she figures, is defiance enough. This look, she figures, is worth those sixty seconds.]