AN: I was hoping to encourage the muse for the Scriptapalooza Competition so I could start something lolz. Check out Carrying on Tuesdays for the prompts of the day.
“I haven’t heard my real name used for like eons and now it sounds so alien to my ears.” She huffed quietly while fixing her gown. She wondered what came over her to wear this gown in the first place. A hand on her shoulder stilled her anxiety-driven motions enough to make her straighten up and forget the fussing for the moment. She found her dissipating resolve slipped further through the chains that had wrapped it.
She stared back at the warm brown orbs, counting the fleeting seconds. There was a slight crinkle of worry touching the corners of his eyes, which was enough to make her snapped out from her own spell and took stock of the moment.
“Lily Madrigal isn’t alien,” Chuck was saying. He was ready to save the day, hearing the tiniest panic tone from his best friend voice. “It’s one of the downsides when it comes to our profession but I’m sure you’ll get use to it like nothing what the intervening years can throw at you.” He pointedly glanced at Morgan who was pointedly looking back at him. The two men started searching for something in their pockets.
