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<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)"><span style="font-size: 18px">IDRIS ADELINA BELLUCCI</span></span></b><br/>
<span style="font-size: 12px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Ability | Elemental Recomposition<br/>
Location | Operations Room<br/>
Mentioning | Terry | Iris &amp; Kenji Indirectly</span></span>​</div><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">When Idris had signified that she was following, Terry's stride had lessened until the woman fell back with her, walking in tandem. A sense of ease settled over Idris then, the emotions from her moment with Emmy slowly dissipating as she focused on Terry's voice and her words. The woman always had Idris' full attention, especially when she linked their arms together so naturally. The dark haired woman found her left hand raising to rest on Terry's bicep as they walked, the connection doing the job of chasing the rest of Idris' woes away. <br/>
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"I think... that families are dysfunctional. And I think that Emmy is the odd girl out because that's what we've all made her feel like she is." Idris sighed, shaking her head as they walked. Her pony tail was starting to give her a headache - her hair had been pulled up since she'd left the airport terminal in Turkey and travelled the long flight to the States. She needed a shower, but thankfully her hygiene was impeccable and she still smelled nice, a self conscious thought that crossed her mind walking so close to Terry. She wanted to seem beautiful to the other woman, soft and warm and smelling nice, despite her otherwise icy exterior. Terry had a way of bringing out her softer side effortlessly, a side of her that was intimate and thoughtful - a side only Terry had truly ever been allowed to witness. <br/>
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Over the years, Terry had been the cause of a great deal of struggling within Idris, though not in a bad way. As a heterosexual woman, the only relationships she'd experienced were with men - men who wished to control Idris and break down the ice that surrounded her sometimes black heart. Yet when she'd moved to The Cabal and had become apart of The Nine, her attraction to Terry had been so great that at times, she would have avoided the woman altogether. She was mature, thoughtful... She was intelligent and had a keen eye for detail. She was a tortured soul, due to her abilities, but despite her circumstances, she'd always gone out of her way to care for Idris in ways she'd never experienced. <i>Have you eaten today, Idris? Idris, you look beautiful this evening. Maybe you should rest, Idris. Idris, you don't have to hide who you are from me. </i>It had taken Idris leaving The Cabal - leaving Terry - for her to realize that she'd been in love with Terry all along.<br/>
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When Terry's conversation shifted to Iris and Kenji, Idris felt a spark of anticipation in her gut. She hadn't spent much time with Iris and Kenji and hadn't had the chance to speak with them since she'd returned. It struck the realization that Idris hadn't really spent much time with anyone, even before she'd left. Always to herself, always wrestling with the good and the bad within her. She needed to change that, to connect with them on some sort of level because regardless of the lack of communication, she loved them all the same. Though she picked up on Terry's nervousness and had half a mind to stop her, to ask her why she wanted to talk and she was certain it wasn't about taking a mallet to a slab of veal. But she also knew she needed to allow Terry to get away from The Matrix and the torment it brought her. <br/>
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"Terry, I..." Idris started once they'd entered the upper level of The Cabal, finally a good distance away from The Matrix, but not quite yet to the kitchen. She pulled Terry to a stop then in the hallway, clearing her throat as she released Terry's arm and turned to face her. <br/>
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"I've been meaning to speak with you about a... personal matter." Idris said, struggling to find the words as her eyes darted down towards her feet, still clad in the white heels that she wore, a stark contrast to her tan skin tone. <br/>
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"It's about, erm.. Well, I just wanted to tell you that I..." Idris trailed off again, huffing in frustration as she peeked nervously up at Terry. "Well, it's about you. And me. Us, I think." </span>