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❝How wild it was, to let it be.❞
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя: #EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| Studio Ghibli Songs || Various Arists ||
【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя: #EE3B3B ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #FFCCCC】
|| Studio Ghibli Songs || Various Arists ||
"Once our date with the press is over, the dinner will be starting. We can explore after," Echo rolled her eyes, of course Gwenyth wouldn't allow them to go off alone. She didn't trust Echo, knowing that Echo would be willing to turn on humans or run away if she felt like it. Echo wasn't stupid, however, she knew that she was connected to Gwenyth and if she ever tried to run away Gwenyth would come and find her, she would always find her. The only way to achieve true freedom was to live in a world with no humans, but to kill off all of the humans would mean to allow the demons to live by the laws they wanted; which would only equate to utter chaos and terror reigning supreme. "Fine," Echo sighed and turned to Flo."You're strange you know that? Preferring things like shrimp over cake." Demons were of no exception to the fact that most women adored sweets.
Echo could not comprehend why someone would not want to eat cake all day, every day. "Well to each his own I guess," Echo rolled her shoulders and resumed her position of looking out the windows. "What's that?" Echo wrinkled her nose at the large white facade they were pulling up to. It was relatively ugly, with banners and flags posted everywhere. Men in tight black suits stood at the gate, with little ear pieces that buzzed information Echo could vaguely hear. Her demon senses were quite good, she could distinguish the buzz of a fly up to a mile away. "What is this place?" Echo whispered, wondering what lay beyond the ugly house and the very large black fences. "This is the White House," Gwenyth whispered between her teeth as they were waved through.
The White House? Echo suddenly realized what this meant. "Then the person giving us the award is the President?" She asked, looking between Flo and Gwenyth. "No," Gwenyth corrected," We're receiving the award from the Vice President. The President is a very busy man and can't be bothered with things like meetings with demons. We'll be meeting a lot of distinguished characters, so be on your best behavior." Echo sighed once more, the car pulled up beside an ever piling snow bank. The white house lawn, which was normally a stark green, was sprinkled in a light dusting of beautiful, powdery snow. "It stays so fresh here," whereas in England the snow would already be a terrible, slushy gray. "We'll be getting lunch here, supposedly."
Echo slipped out of the vehicle, knowing that she had to pull her act together quickly so that the White House Staff were not left with a bad taste in their mouth after an interaction with a demon. She needed to show them that demons were no more a threat to their safety than any other human citizen.