"Origin Story"
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She sees his fist land on her cheek before he even realizes that his arm is even raised. Her neck snaps with the loudest crack that she’s ever heard.
She still falls to the floor, though it takes only a moment to heal.
“Melina?” he calls, kneeling beside her immediately. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure if—”
“I’m fine,” she stays, a hand on the spot he hit. Though there is no blood, no wound, there is still pain.
She reaches out for her husband’s hand, examining it with incredulity before laughing with delight. “There’s no marks, Petros. The elixir works!”
She sees his fist land on her cheek before he even realizes that his arm is even raised. Her neck snaps with the loudest crack that she’s ever heard.
She still falls to the floor, though it takes only a moment to heal.
“Melina?” he calls, kneeling beside her immediately. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure if—”
“I’m fine,” she stays, a hand on the spot he hit. Though there is no blood, no wound, there is still pain.
She reaches out for her husband’s hand, examining it with incredulity before laughing with delight. “There’s no marks, Petros. The elixir works!”