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[ask-jemima]

worth it.

Demeter: How many popsicles have you had today?

Jemima, laying on a bed of popsicle wrappers: Now is not the time to talk about my flaws as an individual

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Jemima sighed softly, relieved that at least he was alive. “We need to get back to the tribe now.”

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Weeks had passed and there was absolutely no sign of Azazel. Violet had been quite enjoying this new found freedom from the wretched tom, yet little did she know he was planning something awful.

It was a particularly cold evening when Violet and Percy had decided to head out for a late night stroll, "I fucking hate winter." She mutters as she stands on her porch close to her partner, debating whether or not to go back in and grab a jacket.

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Jemima felt so weak the moment Azazel was gone that she couldn’t even move. She rubbed face, glancing for a split second down at Violet and her son. “Violet...” Jemima said hoarsely, “I need you to tell me right now - signal to me - that my son is alive.”

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@ask-dice-and-percy

Weeks had passed and there was absolutely no sign of Azazel. Violet had been quite enjoying this new found freedom from the wretched tom, yet little did she know he was planning something awful.

It was a particularly cold evening when Violet and Percy had decided to head out for a late night stroll, "I fucking hate winter." She mutters as she stands on her porch close to her partner, debating whether or not to go back in and grab a jacket.

[ask-jemima]

Jemima released her paw, and thus her powers ceased functioning for the time being.

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@ask-dice-and-percy

Weeks had passed and there was absolutely no sign of Azazel. Violet had been quite enjoying this new found freedom from the wretched tom, yet little did she know he was planning something awful.

It was a particularly cold evening when Violet and Percy had decided to head out for a late night stroll, "I fucking hate winter." She mutters as she stands on her porch close to her partner, debating whether or not to go back in and grab a jacket.

[ask-jemima]

“Give. Me. My. Son.” Jemima growled, with enough venom to make her family shiver with fear.”

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@ask-dice-and-percy

Weeks had passed and there was absolutely no sign of Azazel. Violet had been quite enjoying this new found freedom from the wretched tom, yet little did she know he was planning something awful.

It was a particularly cold evening when Violet and Percy had decided to head out for a late night stroll, "I fucking hate winter." She mutters as she stands on her porch close to her partner, debating whether or not to go back in and grab a jacket.

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Jemima in retaliation, made the flame die out and instead started squeezing her fist to create a tightening sensation in Azazel’s head. “You are going to let my son out or so help me, I’ll pull him out myself. And that is not a pleasant experience.”

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@ask-dice-and-percy

Weeks had passed and there was absolutely no sign of Azazel. Violet had been quite enjoying this new found freedom from the wretched tom, yet little did she know he was planning something awful.

It was a particularly cold evening when Violet and Percy had decided to head out for a late night stroll, "I fucking hate winter." She mutters as she stands on her porch close to her partner, debating whether or not to go back in and grab a jacket.

[ask-jemima]

“Then how do you get him out?” Jemima hissed.

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@ask-dice-and-percy

Weeks had passed and there was absolutely no sign of Azazel. Violet had been quite enjoying this new found freedom from the wretched tom, yet little did she know he was planning something awful.

It was a particularly cold evening when Violet and Percy had decided to head out for a late night stroll, "I fucking hate winter." She mutters as she stands on her porch close to her partner, debating whether or not to go back in and grab a jacket.

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“The basement?” Jemima asked, not believing him for a second, “I am about to torch your face, and you try and tell me he is in the basement. I’m going to give you one more chance to tell me the truth, or else we’re about to find out how loud you can scream as you’re skin and muscle melts of your skull.”

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@ask-dice-and-percy

Weeks had passed and there was absolutely no sign of Azazel. Violet had been quite enjoying this new found freedom from the wretched tom, yet little did she know he was planning something awful.

It was a particularly cold evening when Violet and Percy had decided to head out for a late night stroll, "I fucking hate winter." She mutters as she stands on her porch close to her partner, debating whether or not to go back in and grab a jacket.

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“Bullshit!” Jemima growled, her grip on Azazel’s throat tightening and her other hand getting even closer - close enough to singe the tips of Azazel’s whiskers. “Where is he really?!”

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@ask-dice-and-percy

Weeks had passed and there was absolutely no sign of Azazel. Violet had been quite enjoying this new found freedom from the wretched tom, yet little did she know he was planning something awful.

It was a particularly cold evening when Violet and Percy had decided to head out for a late night stroll, "I fucking hate winter." She mutters as she stands on her porch close to her partner, debating whether or not to go back in and grab a jacket.

[ask-jemima]

“Don’t I?” She inched her paw towards his face. The flame was far hotter than any normal flame ought to be.

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@ask-dice-and-percy

Weeks had passed and there was absolutely no sign of Azazel. Violet had been quite enjoying this new found freedom from the wretched tom, yet little did she know he was planning something awful.

It was a particularly cold evening when Violet and Percy had decided to head out for a late night stroll, "I fucking hate winter." She mutters as she stands on her porch close to her partner, debating whether or not to go back in and grab a jacket.

[ask-jemima]

“No? Oh. I see how it is,” She grabbed Azazel by the throat, “If you don’t tell me, then you’ll show me. Or else you’re going to become aquatinted with what I can do-” She lit a lime green and menacing looking flame in her palm, “-very well.”

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@ask-dice-and-percy

Weeks had passed and there was absolutely no sign of Azazel. Violet had been quite enjoying this new found freedom from the wretched tom, yet little did she know he was planning something awful.

It was a particularly cold evening when Violet and Percy had decided to head out for a late night stroll, "I fucking hate winter." She mutters as she stands on her porch close to her partner, debating whether or not to go back in and grab a jacket.

[ask-jemima]

“You’ve crossed a mother and a protector in one,” Jemima snarled, “Now you’re going to tell me right now, where my son is?”

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@ask-dice-and-percy

Weeks had passed and there was absolutely no sign of Azazel. Violet had been quite enjoying this new found freedom from the wretched tom, yet little did she know he was planning something awful.

It was a particularly cold evening when Violet and Percy had decided to head out for a late night stroll, "I fucking hate winter." She mutters as she stands on her porch close to her partner, debating whether or not to go back in and grab a jacket.

[ask-jemima]

Jemima suddenly kneed him in the gut, “For me, yes, because now you have to deal with why you don’t mess with a mother’s kids.”

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@ask-dice-and-percy

Weeks had passed and there was absolutely no sign of Azazel. Violet had been quite enjoying this new found freedom from the wretched tom, yet little did she know he was planning something awful.

It was a particularly cold evening when Violet and Percy had decided to head out for a late night stroll, "I fucking hate winter." She mutters as she stands on her porch close to her partner, debating whether or not to go back in and grab a jacket.

[ask-jemima]

“I’ll have you know,” Jemima growled, “That I happen to be his mother.”

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@ask-dice-and-percy

Weeks had passed and there was absolutely no sign of Azazel. Violet had been quite enjoying this new found freedom from the wretched tom, yet little did she know he was planning something awful.

It was a particularly cold evening when Violet and Percy had decided to head out for a late night stroll, "I fucking hate winter." She mutters as she stands on her porch close to her partner, debating whether or not to go back in and grab a jacket.

[ask-jemima]

Jemima winced, “Well I don’t either.”

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@ask-dice-and-percy

Weeks had passed and there was absolutely no sign of Azazel. Violet had been quite enjoying this new found freedom from the wretched tom, yet little did she know he was planning something awful.

It was a particularly cold evening when Violet and Percy had decided to head out for a late night stroll, "I fucking hate winter." She mutters as she stands on her porch close to her partner, debating whether or not to go back in and grab a jacket.

[ask-jemima]

Jemima shook her head, “I prefer bitch but okay.” One could see where percy got it from.

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@ask-dice-and-percy

Weeks had passed and there was absolutely no sign of Azazel. Violet had been quite enjoying this new found freedom from the wretched tom, yet little did she know he was planning something awful.

It was a particularly cold evening when Violet and Percy had decided to head out for a late night stroll, "I fucking hate winter." She mutters as she stands on her porch close to her partner, debating whether or not to go back in and grab a jacket.

[ask-jemima]

Jemima remain stoic and unmoving at Azazel’s intimidation attempts. “Then what should I?”

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@ask-dice-and-percy

Weeks had passed and there was absolutely no sign of Azazel. Violet had been quite enjoying this new found freedom from the wretched tom, yet little did she know he was planning something awful.

It was a particularly cold evening when Violet and Percy had decided to head out for a late night stroll, "I fucking hate winter." She mutters as she stands on her porch close to her partner, debating whether or not to go back in and grab a jacket.