“Lenaë,” he said, as he tried to take her half-sewn shirt from her, “this is not expected of us. You can’t. You know what people will think.”
“I know what people will think!” She tore the shirt from his hands and stood. “Why do you think I’m altering my undershirt, o great Arèc, master of wisdom, and not my coat?” She dangled the shirt before him. The right sleeve hung limply by a few untidy stitches, harsh red against the pale hempen bodice.
“Aaryan. I never thought I’d be glad to see you but here I am, glad to see you,” Louise panted.
“…When was the last time you combed your hair?”
She pinned her ears and shrugged.
“Mara, if you can’t remember the last time you combed your hair then it’s been too long.” Kado scoffed. “Didn’t I tell you to the other day?”
“I tried.”
“You tried?”
“It wouldn’t work.”
Kado blinked at her. “Okay. The next time we stop I’m doing it for you. There’s no way I’m meeting the general standing next to you.”
“Stand behind me then.”
The villain gawped at the vigilante who seemed to have materialized behind him. "Inconceivable! You couldn't have found my secret layer!" he shouted, surprise discernable upon his masked face.
"Okay, seriously, you have WAY too many weapons!"
Yama handed his friend an Odachi katana, the membrane of the sheathe glowing a dull green.
"C'mon, man. It's a lightning katana! How awesome is that?!"
Aqua drew the blade, his talons tingling as static sparks jumped across the gleaming blade. It was perfectly balanced despite its size, and the sword seemed to pulse with life.
"Alright, it's pretty awesome."
"I found an article in the newspaper today," she announced.
"Yeah, that's kind of the point of a newspaper. And no one reads the paper anymore, E," Ashley deadpanned.
"I do. And there was a pretty interesting article in it this morning."
"Mmhm. I bet."
"Don't you want to know what it was about?"
"Nope. Not really. I kind of just want to finish eating before my cereal gets soggy, ya know?"
“You don’t talk a lot,” he finally remarks.
“That’s true.”
“How come?”
I shrug, jamming my hands into my hoodie pocket to fumble with the glass jar. “Does there need to be a reason?”
He laughs. “Kind of.”
Obnoxious twat. “What sort of reason are you looking for, then?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Childhood trauma, some sort of tragic backstory, I guess?”
I shoot him another incredulous look. “What a great way to start a conversation with a perfect stranger. Hi, tell me about your troubled past.”
Does it work, though?
Fern leaned against the rail before clamoring up, her grey pleated skit blowing in the wind. She turned to face him, her expression overjoyed and happy and excited for the first time since they'd started. Huxley down down next to her, and slowly took her hand in his. He looked at her, really looked at her for the first time; looked only at Fern Raleigh, not searching for resemblence to anyone. She was pretty, with olive skin and warm brown eyes. Her black hair was cut raggedly just below her chin, and when she smiled he could see she had dimples. She did the same to him, and moved closer to his side, laying her head on his shoulder.
"Huxley," she whispered, "When all of this ends, I…I don't want to lose you."
You'll have to, he wanted to say, I'm not of your rank, and you…you deserve better. But he couldn't. On this windy autumn night, with the sun gently setting over the water, he wouldn't break her heart.
"Please stop lighting my car on fire."
"Take your meds and be quiet," Cherry said to a laughing Rox
"I- I don't need my meds!" Rox said between laughing.
"Just shut up and stop being adorable."
"Thanks for saving my life, Fox." Therese
"We're back to a last-name basis?"
"If you keep calling me 'Shorty', then yes." Therese
"Okay, Tiny." Nich
Therese glares
"Okay…Reese?" Nich
"Sure." Therese
Our pair of detectives (one was a spastic Canadian Goose) were, as usual, lazing around the police station lobby. Wanda (the human) was getting crumbs in her golden curls, and Jeremy (the goose) was getting them wedged in his feathers.
Let's get this goose in gear!
Strangely scattered clothes seemed to be a trend these days. Trends didn’t happen often in Phillis City. (Except for that one time the mayor started wearing berets and everyone copied her.)
“Andrea, why do you have huge glowing gold cuts on your back?”
She paused in the middle of one room, and nodded. It was the perfect place to have the ritual. Laura rooted inside her backpack. Colorful jars fell out. Unscrewing the lids, she placed a colored candle in each one, set on top of the ingredients inside; angelica and basil leaves, fennel seeds, dittany of crete flowers, ebony stones. Laura took them up and set them in a circle in the middle of the room. Candlelight lit up the walls, giving a macabre feel to the scrawled graffiti, “Get out before they harvest your corpse.” “Dead people down here”. It wavered over Laura’s face, filling in the hollow grooves in her cheeks and dancing over her ribs, stuck out through her dress.
“Atomic Farts. The ultimate weapon.”
Quote by my one Inferno Wyvern:
"If you can't stand the heat, get the fuck out of my face then."
"You take it back!"
"Why should I?"
"I warned ya…"
I look at Saturnus and give him a warning look.
And I pinch him.
"Phoenix?!"
(the pettiest couple-to-be in the world)
"You guys get on my case for weapons, but you have a hoard of stuffed animals?!"
"Don't you dare! It's okay, Mr. Snuffles. The mean half-breed didn't mean it!"
Stella awoke instantly and knew one particular fact to be the ultimate truth. This fact was that she was going to die.
This wasn’t anything new, though she was slightly put out by it. More time would be ideal, though this was simply how it was going to be, and there was no way around it.
The group of 6-Cadence, Duxe, Chase, Cat, Kandy, Hunter-are shipping each other
"Kanter," Chase gave a small laugh.
"Wait what?" Kandy stared at Chase.
"It's yours and Hunter's ship name," Chase snickered knowing Kandy liked Hunter. Hunter just sat in the corner a bit confused and his eyes widened in surprise.
"Fine, you wanna play that game. Yours and Cadence's ship name is Cadase," Kandy smirked mischievously.
Cat laughed a bit, "Why are we shipping each other?"
"I don't know…" Duxe chimed in.
"Ooh, lets do Cat and Duxe," Cadence laughed innocently.
"Dat…" Chase paused for a moment then started laughing, Hunter added to the laughter, then Cadence joined the choir.
Cat blushed intensely and Duxe giggled a bit, "That's interesting," Duxe smiled.
"Or it could be Cuxe," Kandy suggested.
"Nope, Dat is officially their ship name," Chase snickered.
“Alright your highness. Follow me, and put your cloak on. I have an idea…”Cassius’ eyes widened, and he sighed.“ Ami, I hate it when you get an idea. It usually involves me wearing your clothes, and you wearing mine…” Amirael gave Cassius a grin. “There you go Cassius. You know me so well. Now, get the extra pair of clothes out of my bag, and go put them on, like a good prince.” Cassius rolled his eyes.“And I’m assuming that when I change, you will want me to bring you my clothes so you can change into them?”Amirael nodded. “Good boy Cassius. You know what to do. Also, you need to swap out your saddle bags for mine…”Cassius stopped fiddling with the reins and looked up. “Why do I need to swap my saddle bags out?” Amirael just sighed and rubbed her temples. “Cassius, have you not noticed that your saddle bags have the royal crest embroidered on them? I’m trying to hide the fact that your a royal, and not let your saddle bags ruin it. Now hurry up. Go change, and I’ll switch saddle bags.” Cassius mocked a salute. “Yes ma’am, general Ami. I will promptly do what you ask. Now toss me your extra clothes.” Amirael rolled her eyes, and reached back into her saddle bag, and pulled out her extra clothes. “Here you go, your highness. Oh, by the way, you may want to untie your hair. You look more feminine when it’s down…” Cassius glared at Amirael. “Why do you like to tease me so much? I don’t understand you…” Amirael threw him the extra clothes. “And you never will understand me. Now hurry. I could have sworn I heard horses up ahead…” Cassius rolled his eyes. He grabbed the clothes that now rested in his lap, and dismounted Merrick. He looked at Amirael. “Now where do you suppose I can change? I’m not going back down the hill, to your house…” Amirael thought for a moment. “Cassius, have you ever heard of trees? They are these big, tall, leafy, green things that you can hide behind. You can change behind one of them. They’ll cover you well enough. And, you don’t need to go back down to my house… There is quite a mess in it… I’m afraid you’ll be scared of me if you walk in and see what happened to roughly thirty well-trained men. It’s not a pretty sight…” Cassius nodded. “Point taken. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll go find a tree to change behind. I can never understand why you are so short… Your pants are literally 8 inches too short for me…” Amirael laughed. “I mean if you just want to wear your pants, that’s fine. But, I’m going to need your shirt. That’s what has the royal crest on it. The shirt that I gave you should be fine. I made it extra big so you can fit in it.” Cassius smirked. “Just wear my pants? Ooohhh, Ami. You are a disgrace…” Amirael’s face turned bright pink. “Cas! You know what I meant you idiot. Now hurry. People are coming…”Cassius smiled.“Yeah, no problem Ami. I’ll give you my shirt. Wait a second…” Cassius then took off his shirt, and threw it at Amirael. She gave him a disapproving look, and slipped his shirt over her armor.
Well, talk about an entrance. Inferno was walking when he suddenly took a dive down a steep side. He rolled head-over-heels…cursing the entire time which echoed all around thanks to the rocks and whatnot. Though, he didn't really care. There could've been a war party ready to kill him, and he'd still be more concerned about himself than anything else.
It didn't take long before he slammed into a rock wall…hard. The Elemental Lord laid there, stunned. He flopped over, shaking his head. He glanced around, holding his head.
"Well…fuck you too mountains…rocks…stupid cold…" Lord Inferno snapped to no one in particular.
"I know I shouldn't be asking you this. I mean, you've just been crowned, and after what happened to Huxley…." Asher began, and Fern shook her head.
"Go ahead."
"Twyllo, my homeland…it's in a rebellion. Against my sister." At Fern's confused look her continued. "She's the duchess of Twyllo. And I'm a duke. I need to help them." He said in that way of his that was pleading but somehow not. "I helped you save your people, Fern. Please, help me save mine."