“They are still fixing the hole in the wall you made flying through the housing tower, and that lady who lived in that tower housing unit you flew through told you that if you wanted to visit you could have just knocked.”
“Are you done? I asked you to forget that event or you’ll go patrolling the sewers.”
"You mean like like?"
"Yeah," Peter exhaled. His eyes fell down, but a small smile reheated the room.
“And who decrees what is natural?” The witch snorted. “I have the power and skill to bend nature to my will. And why should I not? Why should we allow ourselves to be imprisoned by what we cannot control?”
“For order, and peace... and love.” She told the witch as she nocked an arrow.
When she finished, I waited a minute more before trying to calm her down. “Nice song.” I whispered, careful to not wake the kid. “I haven’t heard that in a while.”
Her apprehension was palpable, but I just kept my eyes shut, resting them as we spoke. “I…” she paused, as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to continue speaking. “Are you ever not half-awake?” Samara’s tone was playful, but her emotions were betraying her.
“Why is the door locked, Jack-Jack?” There was the briefest pause before he began his interrogation. “Is there a woman in there?”
I held back laughter as I opened the door to a very tired, but wide-eyed roommate. “No, Gavin, there is no woman in here.”
“The... Arc Li-Lighter... saved us.” He said with effort.
“Yes, he did.” She nodded, fighting back tears. The Alvaine never wept.
“You just… saved me,” he muttered in disbelief when he realized what just happened, he didn't really mean to say it out loud like that but he already did. “Er, thank you.”
“No, I didn’t,” she said, a little defensive and at the same time he thanked her.
From a future chapter:
“Stop being nervous, I’m not gonna snog you this time,” Crowley blurted out with a snort, even though he tried to be suave about it. Well, he just went there, no taking it back now.
A dark blush spread from Aziraphale’s neck towards his cheeks. “I don’t, I didn’t think - wouldn’t -”
“The magisters!” Kadrek offered, shrugging. “We find and slay them, and then these things will stay dead.”
“If we can find them...” Gazrek gritted his teeth. “...in this miasma of madness.”
“Hold your tongue, Commander.” Kadrek couldn’t stop himself. “You know it is the Bolt Thrower that is ensorcelled. The Alvaine Arc Lighter fights him to stop this madness.”
“That is no way to address your commander, you grunt.” Eldrek rounded on him. “But this is war and I will let that by. But be wary the next time, Kadrek.”
“Really? Then… Let’s get married!”
“N-NO!!!”, he sputtered out as his cheeks flushed a light pink. What did she expect him to say—yes?!
"Hey, Mikael! What brings you to the Hearthstone?" Ariel asked. Usually, Mikael helped with relations concerning others. Sometimes, people either steal or harass the group, and the big man, Mikael, hinders that from happening.
“I just wanted to tell you that we may have to go to the precinct tonight," Mikael sighed. "But first, something happened on our way back from the fire station."
“So he has.” Hari the Arc Lighter stated and exhaled heavily.
“What does this mean?” Yuma asked as she landed lightly beside the Arc Lighter.
Des looked confused for a moment before she asked, “How did you know it was Petite’s?”
“How could I not?” I faced her then, surprised that she hadn’t noticed it when we were up there. “It was that beloved comic strip bag she got at comic con a few years back.” I instantly recalled Penn proudly boasting about the amazing bag she got around the time when I first met her. She grinned like crazy whenever she talked about it. I felt a bit embarrassed as I added, “I’d never forget what it looks like.”
For some reason, I couldn’t look him in the eyes as I nodded, agreeing completely. “Yes, I think so too, but still, Aryan, he’s just a child. And we are basically strangers. Maybe he needs more time to open up to us.”
He scrunched his mouth to the side. “Yeah. Maybe. Or maybe we should get the hell out of here before something worse than two bullies come along.”
Why is she such an anomaly still after all these years. Though questions aside where do I cut her pants up to? Her knee could work but what if it's her femur as well? “Hey Iris, are you ok with me getting rid of say, this much?” Pointing to the middle of her thigh with the handle of the scissors.
“Sure fine whatever just get it done and over with.”
Note this should be updating one to two times a week as I have everything written either in SparkNotes form or actual story form as well as the entire thing being planned out. I just need to turn it into the final product.
“If you have it in you to forgive me, my friend...” Arden replied to the commander. “I shall be most grateful, and the Bolt Thrower will keep his promise to lord Azurek and serve the Diabane as long as I live.”
“I have faith in you, my boy.” Eldrek told him softly. “We will see Echtor soon and he will be proud of the man you have become.”
“They’ve entered the castle, Your Grace,” fear laced his words, “please come with us.”
“I can make it. If I carry the girl and one other,” the unicorn looked back at the door.
“We made it out of town, just like you requested, boy.”
He groaned inwardly; How ‘boy’ slithered off the wagoner’s tongue cause the skin on the back of his neck to crawl.
