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It didn’t tag u right lol @freedomwriter76
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Asher
I slowly opened my eyes at the loud noise that reverberated through the room, expecting to see the familiar cold stone floor and bars of the cell that I was imprisoned in.
There was indeed a stone floor, and it must’ve been freezing, but I did not feel a chill.What?
There was a jacket draped over my shoulders. I sat up quickly, confused. To my surprise, no chains bound my wrists nor ankles.
Where am I?
Stumped, I looked around the room, holding the jacket in my arms. Then, seeing. No one, I looked closer at the coat. There, in the upper corner, there was a white tag. Written on the tag was the following message:
Asher,
I’ve gone to find some food for you and me as well. Stay here. I’ll be back soon.
Dylan.
I smiled a little, understanding. Sure, he may have been trying to find food too, but the real reason that he left was because he needed some time alone. He needed to be away…away from me. I frowned.
Why does he feel so guilty?
Even after everything he’d done, I had forgiven him. He knew that. But he didn’t forgive himself. He was angry and confused, and I didn’t blame him.
I smirked. But that didn’t mean that I was about to “stay here” while he explored this new, interesting place. I was free, and I was going to take advantage of it.
I stood with a little difficulty and walked over to the door to the right of the room. I pulled a little hesitantly. The wooden door opened with a creak and a groan. I slipped out into the hall.
I stopped and assessed my surroundings. There were several other doors on the wall beside the one that I had come out of.
A sudden chill swept through the long hall and I shivered. Then I pulled on Dylan’s blue jacket and zipped it up. It was huge on me, but I didn’t mind. As long as it kept me warm.
I turned and started slowly roaming down the hall, peeking into different doors.
Maybe I can find Dylan…or he can find me.
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Yeah! Poor guy will definatley need some processing time before he has to deal with Phervin XD XD
XDXDXDXD
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@godlyfantasy12. Yep, she was 5! 💖💖💖
Iris
She moved her hands, signaling, introducing Eli to November, Grimm, and Paxton.
Eli nodded and replied; ‘Nice to meet them all.’
Iris smiled and stood back up to her full height, only to see Grimm raise an eyebrow. She smiled softly. “He says it’s nice to meet all of you…Eli can’t talk or hear, so we communicate using Sign Language.” She ran her hand back through Eli’s hair, and Eli looked up at her and smiled.
Jonathan set a hand on Eli’s shoulder. Naja smiled at November and the others. “Eli is highly intelligent…smarter than probably all of us. He just can’t talk or hear, so he communicates with us differently.”
Riker nodded in agreement, picking Lily up and holding her in his arms. “Exactly, Naja.”
@freedomwriter76 AGH….Grimm…definitely going to have some feelings 😭
Grimm
Grimm stared at the little boy, cobalt eyes meeting the child’s green. The boy’s bright blonde hair reminded him all too much of…
He looked away, fingers tracing the golden chain looped around his belt. He could see November staring at him out the corner of his eyes, but he ignored the gaze.
He forced his eyes back to the little boy, who seemed to be the same age as Paxton (I just realized they are the same age!!!)
Forced a smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes.
The child tilted his head, eyes cutting into Grimm’s soul. He clenched his fists. Slowly released them.
Bending to be on the same level as Eli, he signed, though his hands shook slightly, emotion welling in his chest.
It had been a while since he’d done this…
‘Good to meet you too.’
The boy’s eyes widened slightly, as did the rest of his families. Grimm stood, watching as November smiled beside him.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@lightoverdarkness6 ikr! 😭
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebAwww, Asher already forgave Dylan but he doesn’t forgive himself? *tears up*
Poor boys
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:@freedomwriter76 u still on?
(I hate when KP won’t post ma post….)
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebAwww, Asher already forgave Dylan but he doesn’t forgive himself? *tears up*
Poor boys
IKR?!?! My poor babies 😭💔😭💔!!
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Feather
“Carter has something that might have been able to help.” Beth told them. “But since he’s not here… an infirmary won’t be much use unless it has some willow bark… He isn’t bleeding. What he needs most now is water and sleep. Can you help me find a bedroom? After that I can go look for medicine.”
Feather nodded. “I know there are some here. I remember seeing them while crawling through some air vents last time, but I can’t tell you their exact location…….and they might’ve moved anyway; this castle is weird like that.” She looked around. “And at some point in time we’ll have to get back to Aurivis. He’s probably wondering where we are.”
“Aurivis?” Beth raised an eyebrow.
“A dragon. We were traveling with him, but had to leave him outside while we searched for you.” Feather then realized something. “He was hurt too–on his wing. Maybe he can help us search for medical supplies.”
"When in doubt, eat cheese crackers."-me to my charries who don't even know about cheese crackers
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@godlyfantasy12. Aww, Grimm!!! 😭💕💕💕💕💕
And yeah, Paxton and Eli are both 11 right now!!! 💖
Riker
Grimm could speak using Sign Language?
All of their eyes widened.
Eli paused, then signed; ‘You can understand me?’
Grimm smiled and replied, by moving his hands, ‘Yes, I can understand you, and I can speak to you.’
“Where did you learn sign language…if you don’t mind me asking?” Iris whispered softly, turning her attention to Grimm.
@freedomwriter76
Grimm
Grimm straightened, swallowing the emotion rising in his chest. He glanced at the locket he fingered, a sad smile on his lips.
The girl’s little fingers wrapped around the makeshift crown, gently placing it upon Grimm’s head. She smiled, a small squeak leaving her lips.Her laugh.
Though it sounded odd compared to most children’s laughter, to Grimm, it was beautiful all the same.
Grimm raised a brow, glancing up at the crown of blossoms now perched in his messy hair. He signed-
‘What’s this for?’
Another squeak.
‘You’re the prince silly pup!’ The girl signed back.
Grimm returned Iris’ gaze, eyes slightly glassy at the memories. He cleared his throat, suddenly feeling exposed.
“My…Sister. She was deaf.”
Was.
The word hit like a stone.
Everytime.
Something touched his leg, filling him with a sudden warmth. He looked down, spotting Paxton, who’d moved from his spot beside November, now gripping tightly to Grimm’s shirt.
Grimm smiled, ruffling the boy’s hair.
SOB 😭
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebAwww, Grimm!
Love is patient. Love is kind. Love never fails. -1 Corinthians
And guess what? His is eternal (:@princesachronicle22 I KNOOOW
he‘s had it rough….I mean…they all kinda have 😅
whoops XD
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