"What if i say no?" Milo whispered, his voice barely audible.
Kiet smirked, leaning back and taking another drag from his cigarette. "If you say no, everyone here, including you, will die. right now."
“I didn’t tell him—”
“BULLSHIT!” Hero’s teeth were clenched, his fists balled at his side. “You ruined everything, Natsu Kanaki! Tell me why I shouldn’t just toss you out on your ass right now.”
“Because I didn’t do anything!” Natsu yelled back, getting so close they were eye-to-eye. “Why won’t you believe me? Why won’t you listen to Toji? He’s your son! Why won’t you let him come back to me….” He bit his lip, the tears streaming down his face. “Come back to…Helman Hall…” he said in a weak attempt to backtrack. “Let him come back, for no other reason than to get away from all the crap, so he can have somewhere quiet to refocus and regain his mind? Who knows, if he can have a chance to clear his head, he would be more willing to focus on his duties.”
Hero’s chest rose and fell, the thinly veiled anger in his eyes burning a hole right through Natsu’s very soul. Hero knew exactly what Natsu was asking and he wasn’t about to give in to this love-sick servant.
“Toji…” he said, his voice shaking, “will not be coming back.”
"Did we succeed in cheering you up?" Addai asked in a low whisper.
Mine faintly chuckled and rested his cheek on Addai's hand. "I think you succeeded a little," he smiled, and a leafy buddy jumped on his shoulder.
“What’s over here?”
I hear Lee’s heavy tread as he nears me. Dex is in the house vacuuming my room. “That’s my painting stuff,” he says in a low flat voice.
I whip my head around in surprise. “You paint?”
“I used to,” he says. “I stopped shortly before Robin died. I haven’t touched a single thing since then.”
“Why not?”
He hesitates. “I had no reason to.” He takes a few steps forward, reaching for one of the tarps. He touches it but doesn’t pull it. “Everything in my life was dead, there was nothing left for me to care about. There was no beauty, no love, nothing. I used to paint because it made me happy, and because Robin loved seeing it come to life. There were so many times he’d come here and stand behind me, his arms around my neck, watching me paint or sketch. He said I had a great eye for depth and unseen detail.”
“What did you paint?”
He turns to me, a sad smile on his lips. “You really want to know?”
19 days later
Eights smiled like a madman. He ran to the entrance and threw open the door. Yelling at the top of his lungs, “Screw you, Twelve. I made it out!” Eights gagged on the outside air, "I’m no longer your sla-”
Nine yanked the boy back into the small hut and banged the door shut. They looked through the hut's windows, examining the forest. “Are you crazy?” Nine turned to Eights. “Do you know how hard the Twelve have been looking for us? What if they heard you?”
Eights cackled at the top of his lungs, “Let them find us.” he picked Nine up off the ground, “We are unstoppable together.”
6 months later
“We have but one.” The other guard gestured toward Iola in the holding pen. “A drunk, by the looks of her... traipsing around the streets during curfew.”
“She will have to do.” Nesmir nodded, not looking at her for too long. “Hand her over.”
"Gaia knew we'd need a place for ourselves... And it's our inheritance after all, right?"
"But did it have to be Uranus's lair?"
From The Time Wars
“Tempestas Glacies. This is the path of the Aeternum and it will only destroy you,” She stated, squeezing her claws.
“Wise words from you. Yet its the Mondgreif and the Aeternum that rule this sh***y world, not a bunch Awakened who didn’t have the guts to take power for themselves!” it roared, spreading its claws.
I censored the cuss word just in case.
Cassian leaned back, watching him, considering. He could let this night end here, let Thorne vanish back into the legend he had woven around himself. But where was the fun in that?
"Tell you what," Cassian said, setting his cup down with a quiet clink. "A wager. You and I, one round of cards. If I win, you owe me a favour. If you win… well, let’s be honest. You won’t."
Thorne's gaze darkened, slow and deliberate. "And if I refuse?"
Cassian's smirk widened. "Then you'll always wonder."
A beat. Then, with a sigh that spoke of equal parts reluctance and inevitability, Thorne reached for the deck.
The game unfolded in careful plays and sharp glances. Cards flicked against the wood, drinks were downed between turns, and every move carried a weight neither of them was willing to acknowledge.
“Yes, I truly am a god,” came Lumosa's calm, almost teasing reply.
Cleo froze, her breath catching. Telepathy? She knew that only familiars could project thoughts like that—or so she’d previously thought. Before she could recover, the unicorns erupted into a chorus of excited chatter.
"Hmm? Is the little dog being silly, Lumosa?" One of the unicorns piped up, its voice filled with childlike wonder.
"Can you help us make the little dog forget her troubles? She won't play with us!" Another said.
Technically three characters here but oh well lol I couldn't help but add the third one 
“Y’know... Claude,” Khrom slurred, gesturing loosely in his direction, “you’re... you seem like a good guy. Really. B-but... why didn’t Oriana... why didn’t she pick a demon b-boy, huh?”
He blinked slowly, as if confused by his own words. “I mean... you’re not bad or nothin’... just... demons, y’know? Strong... big... fierce-lookin’?”
He leaned back further in his chair, his head rolling to the side as he tried to focus. “S'pose humans... aren’t so bad. Just... squishy...” He hiccupped again, rubbing his belly. “Kinda like... bread.”
His words hadn’t been meant maliciously—Claude knew that.
Khrom wasn’t bullying him, and if anything, it seemed to be more of a drunk man’s curiosity about his daughter’s choice.
But Oriana hadn’t been around to hear their exchange earlier.
All she’d heard was her father’s slurred question, and she assumed the worst: that her father was criticizing Claude, just as fathers sometimes do with their daughters' partners.
Claude simply sipped his wine, trying not to look uncomfortable. He wasn’t familiar with Khrom, and this entire situation was new territory for him.
Kimora, ever the calm one, reached out to Oriana, her hand sliding across the table to hold her daughter’s.
“Sweetie, don’t cry. He didn’t mean it,” Kimora said softly, her voice as sweet as honey as she comforted Oriana. She gave her daughter’s hand a squeeze, her eyes full of understanding.
They technically aren't talking to each other here but it was a great scene (at least, imo)
The night was heavy with an eerie stillness as Isolde flew through the cold, bitter winds, clutching Sinia's broken body to her chest.
The once-proud demoness was a mere shell of herself now, her skin marred by the fierce burns Zephyr had inflicted upon her.
Though her face had begun to heal, her body remained ravaged, barely able to move.
"Let me go, Isolde! I refuse to return to our lord empty-handed!" Sinia's voice was sharp, laced with anger and desperation. She struggled weakly in Isolde's arms, the pain of her injuries evident in every word.
Isolde's grip remained firm as she carried Sinia, her wings beating steadily through the thickening mist.
"You need to rest, Sinia. You're in no condition to fight," she said calmly, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon where the demon gate awaited them.
I really miss these two...some of my favorite villains from this novel 
Rhiannon frowned. “We need to know some things, Elia. Lives are at stake.”
Doctor Mortona’s eyes flashed. “Rhia, do not condescend to me. Your father could not use such words to compromise my integrity and neither can you.”
Chapter 1 part 1
“Elly come come my dear,for you are missing the best part of the festival!” Toll keeper exclaimed with the same impatience of a small child waiting to go to various toy stores.
“You’re like a child.” Elyn chuckled slightly opening her eyes looking at the figure next to her.
“ Hmm well I am quite young truthfully.”
“ Of course.” Elyn replied with a tiny smirk.
“ Oh don’t forget we have to guide the orbs along Famuria.” said the Toll Keeper
“Birger you dumbass! The oil shouldn't go in the basin!”, he yells.
“Dumbass?! I’ve been making medicine since you were still in your father’s loins! Don’t lecture me about what I’m doing!”, Birger argues
Suscribed @Grasshoppershot.
LISANNE:
Hm, you’re a half-elf, a rare kind.
CAIDEN:
I assure you, there’s a lot more to know about me.
(source: Chapter 2 Page 4)
