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“Are you sure about this?” Jamal asked, his voice quivering.
The sorceress looked at him, one brow raised. “You want the ritual to succeed, yes?”
“Well, of course, but …”
“Then do it. Do it and be done with this foul deed.”
Jamal breathed in deeply, shutting his eyes as he lowered the knife to his palm and prepared to slit the soft skin there. One quick cut, one drop of blood on the hallowed stone, and his mother would be back.
What else could he possibly want?
» Posted By fox_face On 06.02.2019 @ 10:45 am
“Jesus,” she mutters, clutching her chest with one hand.
The boy had come out of nowhere, torch in hand, and she’d almost gotten her hair burnt off for it. She swats at it now, just to remove every stray ember. She’s just about to give him a piece of her mind when she catches sight of his face … and feels her breath catch in her throat.
He is clearly not human, this boy. His skin is too pale, pale enough that she can see his veins, even in the dim light. His too-green eyes rake over her, as if he’s never seen something like her before, and widen.
“We’ve been expecting you,” he says, smiling, all of his teeth filed into sharp points.
The girl swallows. That couldn’t possibly bode well for her. “Who’s ‘we’?”
“Why don’t you follow me and find out?”
He turns back the way he came, back into the forest, and maybe it is the darkness playing tricks on her eyes, but the girl swears the trees part just for him, branches swaying out of the way as she follows him into what is very possibly a trap.
» Posted By fox_face On 02.20.2019 @ 8:51 am
She looked at him, then – really looked at this boy with those god-awful puppy dog eyes.
“And what happens if … stuff … doesn’t work out?” she asked, and didn’t fight it when her fingers slowly began to inch towards his.
Allan shrugged, fidgeting with the patch on his bag. “Then it doesn’t. We’d never know if we didn’t try, though.”
“I could hurt you.”
He smiled at her. “Then I guess I could try that, too.”
“We sound like a badly-written romance novel,” she said. “The kind I hate.”
He laughed, then, and took her hand in his. She noted how warm he felt, how his palm seemed to wrap twice around hers, long fingers gentle and barely there. Without another word, she pulled him in by the scruff of his shirt and kissed him. It was messy, all teeth and no tongue, and she felt him smile all the way through it.
» Posted By fox_face On 02.16.2019 @ 11:03 am
She gets to the hall just in time. Scanning the program, she finds his name under Bach’s Prelude No. 1. It feels like there’s millions of kids performing before they finally get to him, and any doubts she’d initially had about attending suddenly flit away.
Her heart skips a beat as he steps out on-stage, clad in a fucking tux of all things, hair slicked back for once and not hanging in his eyes. Those stupid brown eyes that made her do equally stupid things like digging her one nice dress out of its place in her closet or sneaking into a hall just so she can watch him play again.
Just to calm herself down, she revisits all the things she knows about him – predominantly wears black, rides a skateboard everywhere, loved manga like nobody’s business, and apparently loved sunflowers, of all things. It’s ridiculous and adorable, and by the time he’s finished, she’s grinning so hard, she’s sure she must look fucking ridiculous.
She sneaks out after that. And he never does discover who sends him the bouquet of sunflowers on Monday.
» Posted By fox_face On 01.24.2019 @ 8:16 am
She tackled him, all of a sudden, her knees hitting something in his windpipe that stung something fierce. Then she was on top, smirking victoriously, and despite the rug burns on his arms, he was just happy that she was here, with him, instead of out there and fighting something the both of them were too small for.
“Missed me much?” he deadpans.
Eliza rolls her eyes. “Oh, you wish.”
» Posted By fox_face On 01.19.2019 @ 12:58 am
She ran into the field, ignoring the way her boots sunk into the muddy ground.
She could hear the killer lumbering behind her, his heavy breathing a ever constant reminder to his presence. But for fuck’s sake, she was a track star. It’d be almost embarrassing if he caught her and turned her into minced meat.
No. Running was her territory. And if that meant running bloody circles around him the entire night, then so be it.
She was definitely not going down alone.
» Posted By fox_face On 01.12.2019 @ 6:37 pm
He nudged the box gently with his foot, giving her another of those crooked grins. She eyed him warily. Knowing Aidan, it would probably contain a rattlesnake or one of those ugly monster masks he’d loved scaring her with so much. And yet – it had been five years since that had last happened. Maybe he’d matured since then?
Taking a deep breath, she undid the flaps and felt her breath catch as she laid eyes on the two puppies nestled at the bottom of the box, wrapped in a checkered flannel shirt she recognized as one of Aidan’s.
“Oh?” Aidan teased cheekily. “Is that a good sign, or should I just -”
“No, no, Aidan, they’re … perfect.” She lifted one puppy out of the box, heart practically melting as it nuzzled deeper into her arms. “He’s perfect.”
» Posted By fox_face On 01.05.2019 @ 8:28 am
“C’mon.” He held out his hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
She looked up at him, nose still runny with snot. “Can’t. Other people will see.”
“So? Who cares about other people? Screw them. Screw everyone.”
Without another word, he grabbed her hand with his and began to run. Their footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway, bouncing off the cheap wallpaper and the dingy light fixtures.
The boy whooped loudly, pumping his free fist into the air. “See? We’re rebels, you and me.”
For the first time in a few days, a smile spread across her face.
» Posted By fox_face On 12.15.2018 @ 4:33 am
“Do you trust me?”
“Are we related?”
The dark-haired boy gives her a quizzical look. “… No?”
“Ah, then you know the answer to your question.”
The blonde reclines on the couch, a smirk on her pretty face. She never was going to make this easy for him, was she?
» Posted By fox_face On 12.07.2018 @ 4:24 am
The blond boy slaps a hand against the glass, palm stinging as it collides with the barrier. But he doesn’t care. All he cares about is the girl sitting behind the glass, handcuffed and blindfolded, yelling his name and not even knowing that he is literally inches away from her. He watches again as the bastards douse her in icy water, drenching her even more, and press the electric jacks to her skin. He wants nothing more than to break free, to punch every man in the room and carry her far, far away from this hellhole, but she’d gotten too cocky. Had gotten caught when she’d lifted from the Grand Thief’s purse. And, like an idiot, he’d tried to stand up for her. So here they were – both being tortured in their own way.
After fifteen more minutes, they let her go and she slumps, practically boneless, to the floor.
The boy slides down the glass, the skin of his palms broken and bleeding.
» Posted By fox_face On 12.01.2018 @ 10:12 am
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He looks back, and she’s still all wired-up, shivering despite the blankets he’d heaped on her earlier. A moment passes. Her entire frame shudders, as if the chilliest wind in the Arctic had just flitted through her room, and if he weren’t listening so hard, he probably wouldn’t have heard the small sob she’s just choked back now.
He wonders why she does it. Why she always has to be the strongest person in the room. But then again, some questions were better left unanswered.
“I’ll be outside,” he whispers.
She doesn’t reply, and he respects her too much to press further.
Still – he leaves the door half-open the entire night.
» Posted By fox_face On 11.30.2018 @ 8:13 am