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I am literally so overwhelmed right now by everything, not to mention I’m up so late XDXD oh my land…
#ProtectAdolinKholin
Oh yeah, y’all are up late XD I’m used to being the only one who’s online after 9:00
🎵It takes a long time to wait 🌻
@loopylin @rae @jonas @savannah_grace2009 @godlyfantasy12
Alright. You guys want the drama? You guys want the drama?? TAKE it
Babs
Felicity had sufficiently distracted the demon. Chase latched onto it with his fangs, and now the monster seemed almost spent, its flesh boiling madly from agitation.
But Babs still had to hold Marcel over the pools of sticky magic, and wait, as he still remained connected to the demon’s force.
The demon still hoped to lap up his power. And, hypothetically, it could be doing that right now.
Babs wasn’t one for dramatic shows of affection, but she hugged Marcel tight, the white streaks in her hair coming to the surface as she swallowed down her worry.
Whatever was going on in the boy’s head, he was in there alone.
Marcel
He couldn’t see or hear anything except flighty thoughts, urging him up into an enveloping gloom above.
Then Marcel found he could move.
He stood up, wispy and faint, flickering uncertainly in a gray expanse.
“Hello?”
His voice vibrated back, and bounced right through him. With a finger, he discovered his dream body to be floaty and gauzy, like cotton candy, and the light from his eyes sent a tiny pink glow out into the gray.
Either he was a ghost or insane. Either way, the deal with the demon must have succeeded.
Click, click.
He whirled around, like a cobweb.
In front of him a small desk and box of drawers stood in the dark gray emptiness. A dream desk, and a dream box. A light shone on them from above.
Marcel sighed, and floated towards it. “Paperwork… we meet again.”
On top of the desk sat a neat pile of papers and a pen. Only a signature remained missing, and only one person could sign it.
Approaching the chair, he sat down – and took up the pen. Testing it against his wrist and immediately giving up, he called out, “And this is everything?”
Everything he had to give up, in exchange for no more mistakes?
That is right. Sign here, here, and here.
Marcel began, skipping over the terms, even though that could spell certain trouble. After all, this was one thing that a demon wouldn’t deny him.
But then the pink flickered with a sad turquoise. “…Everything is here?”
Everything.
Marcel considered. He floated backwards, and then turned to the box of drawers. Without knowing why he did it, his hand tugged open the top drawer, and dug around. When the drawer fell out, papers and files spilled out like leaves and petals. “Then what are these?”
Everything else, he guessed.
The boy sat down – if it could be called sitting down – and held out his hands.
The papers collected together, folding into intricate patterns over his palms, and bloomed with color and sounds.
The corner of an alley, doused with light and bird warbles, as a boy goofed off. Imagination unhinged, all he could see was action, peril, intrigue.
He punched the wall. Eyes popped comically, as he realized his own super potential.
The scene melted into a watercolor of orange and gold, and into a sunset-stained windowpane. Two boys this time, pushing each other up a staircase and laughing.
And two tiny wings, clumsily flapping in the cheerful blue sky for the first time.
Marcel wiped at his face. “Oh, I get it. Make the tough kid cry.”
No response.
“You win. This just makes me feel worse. Well, those are mine, and this stuff is yours.” He stood up and signed the last signature.
Nothing happened.
“I signed what I’m giving you,” Marcel called.
It isn’t everything.
“What?”
It isn’t everything.
Marcel glanced at the papers, a little longer than he would have suspected of himself. “You don’t want some of this stuff. It’s not important.”
And then he realized. Each and every of the papers had a space for a signature.
“That’s… not right. These are my memories and friends. They have nothing to do with my power.”
To release your power, you must trade something as valuable to you.
The pink mist shimmered with surprise. “But… it’s not that important…”
To release your power, you must trade something as valuable to you.
All of this came with his body? His entire story?
Looking at himself now – his solemn face, pink curls, and simple dream – yes, life wasn’t as cool as it could be.
But at least he made people smile.
And he didn’t want any of those people to stop smiling.
“No.”
No.
He threw out his fists for emphasis. “That’s a dealbreaker. No!”
The desk and drawers fell away in the gray, and a hurricane of paper wings and doodles blew through his dream body – frozen will extinguishing it entirely.
He woke up with an undignified gasp.
#ProtectAdolinKholin
Rina
The demon seemed to be losing…. Without. HER!
She clamped a portal around the wrist of the thing she had been fighting to hold it in place. The crystals immediately began to disintegrate as Rina pulled away.
She opened a portal under her fallen sword and caught it as it fell towards her.
She leapt through another portal towards the demon. She stabbed her sword through its fleshy leg.
🏰 Fantasy Writer
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📚 Appreciator of BooksHe can run into Fynn… but I don’t know what would happen then. XD He can wait for Lukas to come back. 😉
Ooh, love it. I’m game.
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
@savannah_grace2009 @whalekeeper @rae
Lukas shocked EVERYONE!!! *evil laugh* 🤣
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Lukas
“Wh-what? Did you, um, say-say something?” He searched her face.
“Nothing.” She smiled and shook her head.
Lukas frowned. He knew what she had said… “Why you?” He repeated, his voice low and tender. “Because—” he sighed. “I’ve never had anyone in my life who was more than a friend, but if I did, I know you’d be the best more-than-a-friend-friend I’ve ever had.”
Liv looked a little lost.
Lukas sighed again and tousled his curly bangs. “What I mean is, no one like you has ever been in my life before. And you know what? I… I really like it. You’re special to me, Livia. I don’t know what the future of our relationship is going to look like, but we’ll always be friends, okay? Forever.”
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
OH MY GOSH I LITERALLY SCREAMED AND HOPPED AROUND MY ROOM AND MY SIBLINGS WERE SO CONFUSED lol
Livia
“I-I’d like that,” she smiled at him, and then sighed, burying her face in her hands. “Fynn is never going to let us live this one down…”
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333🤣 I love that!!!
Lukas is so loyal though. I just did the Myers-Brigg test on him and he’s an ISFJ-T. (I don’t know if you’re into MBTI types or not XD I just discovered them last year and they have been super helpful)
Lukas
He laughed, a laugh full of mirth. “True, but I… I think he’ll understand. He has Callie after all. He knows what it’s like.”
I’m not sure where else you want this to go. We could always have them go back to the school or something and wait for everyone else. Idk, whatever you wanna do. (:
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
I’ve never really heard of the MBTI stuff before KP and haven’t looked much into it…but it sounds cool!
Liv
She looked at Lukas. He was so caring…so-
She felt the tears coming again.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking into her eyes.
“I-I-” she tried to keep her voice from breaking. “I made so many friends here…and then I’ll have to go back home and leave you guys…” a tear ran down her cheek. “I don’t want to leave you,” she whispered, and quickly added, “or Callie or Fynn or Chase!”
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333@esther-c that’s fine with me! Haven’t they met before? Wasn’t it when he and Marcel originally met and got off to a rough start? XD
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebYeah that’s right XD I think Fynn was okay with the whole jump-scare thing but Lukas was sore about it
#ProtectAdolinKholin
@whalekeeper ROFL yeaaaa Pax didn’t take that too well XD
He does remember it, so he’ll probably be kinda nervous/shy but he’ll warm up to him quicker then he would have the first time he was at school (:
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@whalekeeper hey what’s happened to Seb?
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb
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