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Mateo
Mateo still held tightly to the boy’s collar. Mateo lifted the boy to eye level with him. He stared at the boy. Mateo wanted the boy to feel, a dreadful kind of fear. But not of him, or of anything else, but just fear. It’s like being afraid but not knowing why or how. Mateo had the power to do that, but it was often harder to do with the stronger in heart.
At last, he spoke, “How would we know if you are not one of them? You stay with us.” Mateo didn’t expect the boy to answer, since fear probably settled over him.
Bestest Teddy Bear
#AnduthForever (❤️)He reached for his knife.
He’s gonna die.
Don’t stab already dead men. It doesn’t pay off. Ask Gimli
No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.
He’s gonna die.
Yeah… it’s kinda hard to kill what’s already dead. And even if you try, the dead don’t like it very much.
Bestest Teddy Bear
#AnduthForever (❤️)Sypher
“Super powers?” He frowned, his eyes falling to the desk in front of him. Tiny water droplets crowded together giving the wood a bubbled, speckledy look. Syph shooed them away.
“Super powers. I like that, but…” His brother’s voice, angry and scared, echoed from a not distant enough memory. “No, I’m a water Sprite. Sorry. I didn’t notice the, um, hovering moisture.”
His shoulders where too tight. He forced them to relax and the humidity slowly lessened.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkHe’s used to fighting people who are still alive. XD
To err is human; to arr is pirate.
Celarent
Celarent’s hand froze inches from his knife. As he looked into the eyes of Mateo, inexplainable terror filled him. What was happening to him? He hadn’t been this scared since-well, it had been a while.
Then Mateo spoke. “How would we know if you are not one of them? You stay with us.”
Celarent willed his trembling hand to grab the knife. He never feared anything. Not pain, not death, not weird people with no skin. His hand shook so bad he could barely wrap it around the handle. Finally he managed to speak, though it came out more like a squeak. “Who?”
To err is human; to arr is pirate.
Mateo
Mateo responded with a dark, menacing, Mexican voice, “Little fellow’s enemies who attack him with bombs. So you stay with us.” He pointed to the little fellow as he spoke. Mateo turned around and his voice turned more lighthearted, which was not really lighthearted at all, but was less dark anyhow. “Where to, Amigo?”
Bestest Teddy Bear
#AnduthForever (❤️)I don’t think they have.
Chase
“Woah. Look out, everybody. Rain storm incoming.”
Chase heard the comment, but ignored it, thinking the girl was talking to someone else.
“You okay, kid?”
Chase paused. At first, he didn’t reckonize the voice, but now he almost thought he knew this person. He turned and looked at her. To him, she seemed like day, and he was night. Though her brow was slightly creased, she had a cheery look to her, while he his in the shadow of his hoodie. Her grey eyes were light, his eyes were voids of darkness. Her hair was silvery, his black. His tired eyes noted her appearance, trying to remember where he had seen her before.
“Hey! You’re the kid from the fight the other night. Turned into that giant snake? That was awesome. Your name is Chase, right?”
Unbidden, his eyes turned bright yellow, and then black again. Yes, he remembered now. An urgency struck Chase, he needed to find and apologize to Marcel for making him angry. He considered asking this girl where Marcel was, but decided he didn’t want to speak right then.
By now Chase became aware almost a full minute had passed in silence. He needed to respond somehow before she pelted him with questions.
He nodded.
You need French Toast.
#AnduthForever (💕)@anyone-or-no-one
This scene has been stuck in my head and I needed to get it out.
Dante
The laundromat down on seventh street was mostly empty that morning. Dante’s small load of only two outfits spun in the machine next to him. His old button down shirt was in there, and he now wore a new dark gray sweater with a turtleneck collar. He had needed something to hide the bruises that were starting to form on his neck. Plus, this planet was cold.
As he waited, he leaned against the wall, needle in one hand, coat in the other, attempting to fix the new tear in the sleeve. Sewing was harder than he had expected. This would take some time.
There were only two others in the building with Dante. A man sat crossed-legged on the floor, playing a game of solitaire as he waited for his laundry. There was also an elven looking girl behind the counter, or rather on top of the counter with how slumped over she was. Her eyes and thumbs were glued to her phone, seemingly hypnotized by the blue light. Dante wasn’t even sure if she worked there. The three people ignored each other to the best of their abilities.
Dante made another yet stitch in the sleeve, pulled the thread tight, and inspected his handiwork. It was a mess. Each individual stitch was a different length, and he had used probably double the amount of thread necessary. But the tear was now sealed and it was good enough. He grumbled something to himself and tied off the end of the thread.
Something rushed past the glass windows outside, a shadow in his peripheral vision. He looked over quickly. There was nothing. Just a few cars and normal pedestrians passing by. He stared a while, fidgeting with his collar.
“Ace again…” muttered a voice to his left.
Dante’s gaze snapped away from the window.
“What did you say?”
The man on the floor looked up at him, one eyebrow raised. “Ace of clubs?” He held up a card. “Trying to finish my game here.”
“… Right.”
A minute later, the dryer played a little jingle to let Dante know it was done. He pulled his clothes out, stuffing them directly into his bag without bothering to fold them. Then he pulled his coat on, slung his bag over his shoulder, and headed out the door.
Have you drank water today?
An urgency struck Chase, he needed to find and apologize to Marcel for making him angry.
Didn’t he do that like twice already? XD
Felicity
“Cool. I’m Felicity. It’s nice to meet you now that we’re not in immanent peril.” Felicity flashed him a bright smile. It wasn’t returned.
After a pause, she crossed her arms and looked at him with a more serious expression.
“Earlier question still stands. You alright?”Have you drank water today?
“Jeffery, give your opinions on history, and, do you eat strawberry leaves?”
I forgot how much I loved Maverick XD
Have you drank water today?
Didn’t he do that like twice already? XD
Yep, but Marcel didn’t acknowledge it, so Chase thinks he’s still mad at him or something. In reality, Marcel was never mad at Chase to begin with.
Chase
Chase stared at the floor. He could nod, and tell a lie. He could shake his head and get asked what was wrong. Or he could just walk off and be rude.
But he didn’t feel like answering questions, and being rude meant getting someone upset and that could mean who knows what. So he nodded.
You need French Toast.
#AnduthForever (💕)@whalekeeper Oh no! That is a valid excuse. I hope you’re feeling okay. I’ll be praying for you.
Concerning the characters…
Viktor
A pleasant chime sounded from the depths of the library. Viktor smiled slightly.
Then he realized the others weren’t smiling. Hugo sighed.
“You better check your schedules. This might be an unlucky moment for you too.”
Understanding dawned clear and hard. Viktor tugged a slip of paper from his book bag.
“General Science in five minutes.” He snagged his study books from the table and slid them one by one into his bag. Science was sometimes easier than grammar. Sometimes harder. He winced as he swung his bag onto his back.
“That’s right next to the Maths, right?”
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
@elishavet-pidyon @whalekeeper
Lois
“Oh, I have science too,” Lois said, surprised at himself for losing track of time so easily. “Yeah, it’s next to math.”
He stood up and gave Brea an apologetic look.
“Sorry I couldn’t hang out more. See you at lunch, okay?” Then he looked to Benny, who was now watching from the side of a nearby bookshelf. “Keep an eye on her.”
The rabbit gave him an exaggerated salute, his chest puffed out. A generic military looking helmet had appeared on his head from somewhere.
Lois nodded, waved to his sister, then followed the other boys out of the library.
“So…” he started as they hurried down the hall, “I actually left my books in my locker and don’t have time now to go back for them. Are either of you maybe willing to share? Sorry.”
Have you drank water today?
@raxforge @theductator 😂
Marcel
Before Mateo could pick up the panic-stricken boy by his scruff again, Marcel quickly shifted the skeleton spirit’s hand into his own – finally shaking it. He stepped in between Mateo and the boy. “We all freely go to Foreign Culture.”
Hugo
“That shouldn’t be a problem.” Hugo regained his cheerfulness and gave Lois a pat on the arm with his newest library book. “You can sit next to me.”
After walking for some time, Hugo experienced a soft blast of nostalgia. He stepped in tandem with the other students, their book bags colliding now and then, and echoed movement rustling down the hall. This was his imagination of what school was, back before he knew the layout of the building – even when he was very young and thin.
To say the school had elite architecture was an overstatement. But as Hugo glanced up at the entrance foyer’s gold-lined ceiling, he had to breathe out a little louder than normal.
“Where do you both want to go?” He traced the wall with a hand. “When you’re old enough to leave, I mean?”
"If I don't like something, it's probably sanctification. Ugh." -E.C.S.
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