Azula: "She is right, one thing you will learn about me is that I have no limits."
Rosh: "Sounds like an accident waiting to happen, EVERYONE HAS LIMITS!"
This isn’t something I’ve posted yet, but maybe I can get some hype lol. I’m still working on the cover/icon
“Now, let’s split up to save time. We’ve lost too much already.”
“I blame Gale,” Weston interjected. Gale punched him in the arm, making him gasp audibly. “I thought you were supposed to be a healer…” He grumbled, rubbing his afflicted limb.
“Does your arm need healing now?” Gale replied.
“It might.”
“I’ll take that as a no.” Gale tucked a loose strand of hair behind her small, pointed ear. “Alright, I’ll go get some more medical supplies. You people are going to need them.” She shot her fiery gaze over at me. “Also, you’re paying.”
(I’m not counting the first line. it’s just for context)
Oh wait just two lines of dialogue? Oops
Man, I’m breaking all the rules. I’m such a rebel- /j
"My child, why does your heart weep like so?
How did life shatter all hopes and dreams you had below?"
"Must I recount my grief and relive my agony
For One to understand I am my own enemy"
- From Episode 6, Lamentation
13 days later
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"My child, why does your soul weep like so?
How did life shatter all hopes and dreams you had below?"
"Must I recount my grief and relive my agony
For one to understand I am my own enemy?"
Chasing Grief is a story in poetry form about a woman who lost her love and is trying to navigate her feelings of loss and grief. For this, she ventures through life, death, and everything in between to find answers to all her questions. Chasing Grief is full of emotions, feelings, and imagery, so if you'd like to feel things, do give this a shot! <3 Give it some love too!!
“Excuse me, Mr. Man,” I nag, hands on my hips as he comes in sipping a cup of coffee, “but how exactly do you expect me to get up there in pumps?”
“Well, there are two or three ways.” He smirks, setting the cup down on his desk, and wiping the condensation onto his cable-knit sweater. “I can put my hands together and help you step up or you can take the heels off and climb up like a five-year-old in Mickey Dees play place.”
From the latest chapter!
"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt considering what you went through, but as a mild curtesy, I have to remind you that its considered a crime to withhold information from an investigation, kid. I don't care if Dalton was your friend, if you know something you have yet to share, you better tell me. Now."
"We weren't ever friends."
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“Yes, Dacia, I am.” Iola responded, taking a long look at the muscular warrior woman wearing tanned leather leggings, heavy boots and a metal-studded jerkin as another flash of lightning illuminated the cave. “Did you find anything... in this horrible storm?”
“One big fat rabbit... and another smaller one.” Dacia replied with a loud laugh, shaking droplets of rain off her shoulder length dark hair.
“You? Lacking daring?” the words slip out before I can stop them, “Mr. extreme sports, bicycle motor-cross, professional stunt driver-”
He looks at me miserably, his lashes lowering until his eyes are nothing but a line of shadow.
“There’s a big difference between the guts it takes to do extreme sports and the ones it takes to tell your best friend that you want…want to…” he looks back at the blankets,
“I… can’t,” Belial said. “It’s too much for a feeble human to understand the complexity of our government.”
Blanche crossed her arms and looked at Belial, her classic pose and frowned nose. "This one isn't a human, for your record."
“Who’s bright idea was it to go hiking this early in the damn morning?” Riley griped as the trail they were on continued to curve upward through the trees.
“Yours,” the rest of them said in unison.
“Well, I’m a dumbass, and this is someone else’s fault but mine.” Riley mumbled.
"I AM eating Taco Baco! So you can hang out here with the garbage baby, I could care less."
"It's not could, it's couldn't!"
Ruby: Dude! When I said I wanted coffee I didn’t mean instead of my mouth!
Aaron: (flatly) It might be a little hot.
Bucky: "That's my best friend up there..."
Random hen: "Pity..."
(Yep, Friar's back to annoy more hens in my one year anniversary episode)
“I’m not Brisa.” I said, reflexively.
Without warning, Gale leaned in and sniffed me. “Ehh,” she tilted her head side-to-side before continuing. “Ok, Not Brisa.” The sylph waved her hand and suddenly, the four of us had our feet off the ground. We were surrounded by wind so thick it seemed nothing could penetrate through. I reached towards it but it repelled me. “We must go. My wind magic will not delay Lord Callum for long.”
“Well, that wasn’t my doing. My friend Kattar styled me for the award ceremony.”
Shannon raises one eyebrow with a skeptical look that embarrasses me more than ever.
“Well,” he says almost sarcastically, “he certainly showed his taste.”
19 days later
"Alright Melissa, if you're done with your meet and greet, we have to discuss a certain, very important meeting..."
At the emphasized word ‘very’ Melissa forces herself to relinquish my face, with a jut of her lip like a child forced to put a doll back at the toy store.
She looks at me, rather than Mrs. King, with an apologetic shake of her head, "Oh my goish. I totally forgot - you have to forgive me. I always forget. You can just take this chair here, Ms. Palmero."