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“What kind of entertainers are we supposed to be?” Iola whispered as she deftly side stepped a stumbling drunk.

“I am a knife-thrower and you are my lovely assistant.” Dacia’s ale stained grin didn’t do much to explain anything to Iola.

He watched as Hibiki struggled his way through a few words with trembling hands: 'I understand'
"I know…" his voice broke, but he didn't care. "I do too,- I understand you too, love."


“Maybe I like to learn. Might be an unknown concept for you but that’s what people do in schools.”
“Really? I though we come here for the shitty food.”


“I’ve never seen anyone be killed, so I’d rather not talk about it.” “Do you want me to help you forget?” he asked with a smirk.

I stared at him as I processed what he had just said. “I.. uh..umm,” I stuttered nervously. In a hushed whisper Matías said “Just say yes.”

“I did it to myself,” I lied. “I wanted to prove to Lolth that I was willing to draw my own blood in Her honor.”

G’eldarin narrowed his eyes, the blue gleaming in the dark. “You're lying, Lochar.”

From The Lost Dancer

Chapter 9

“We don’t need another bed,” he said. She paused for a second, “W-What do you mean by that?” she asked, taken aback by his sudden statement.

"How did you find the Threshold?"
"I didn't."

“I didn’t bring him to camp,” she corrected him. “I deliberately stopped outside of the borderline and waited for a Guardian patrol to come find us. I thought that they would take him back to whichever pit he crawled out of. Instead, them and their two-bit mutts snitched on me.”

“Um… I don’t mean to pry mister lemur, but that might not be the healthiest diet for—”

“What do you mean I can’t enjoy a tasty plate of Spaghetti Bolognese?!” He screeched and waved his arms around in anger.

Haven't posted this story just yet, but:

“Oh what do you know about living happily,” scoffed Mrs. Cramer. “You obviously have never been happy in the slightest. In contrast, I’ve lived happily all my life.”
“Happiness can be considered as the lack of sadness. Not knowing the latter, how can you say you know the former?”

( :sweat_01: My boy's horny levels are off the chart)

"Sounds like you were kissing more than teachers back in high school."
"There's a reason I was failing my classes." Emmett said, resting his head on Edan's shoulder, feeling wistful and weary. And a reason so many boys got mono senior year.

“Hey brat! Don’t you dare become all weepy, crying on account of that piece of trash. He’s dead and that’s that! Good riddance! If you dare try to make up an excuse for what he did I’ll spank …” Snow shook his head and then remembered that the monster normally became angry when he didn’t reply in words.

“I won’t …” he whispered, his voice raspy. “He was … bad …” he added, and the monster’s eyes became longer, glowing coldly, as if he were smiling.

“Did you see that?” Dacia yelled at the crowds. “My next dagger will be aimed for her heart. Will anyone place a wager... a wager on her life? What odds will you take?”

"What?" Iola couldn’t believe her ears.

Barria growled, slamming the door open. “I heard that! Now put some garments on, Ruvyn Faenorin, I wish to hear about my father.”
“Greetings, My Princess,” Ru said, laughing in the face of Barria’s glare despite his nudity. “I made your father king.”