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kaisa-ryo · 3 years

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Megumi Fushiguro NSFW Alphabet

Warning: English isn't my native language!

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A = Aftercare (What he likes after sex)

Nothing can be better than looking at you, studying every part of your face up close. Watch how your eyelashes tremble, how your chest rises and falls, inhaling and exhaling air. So familiar, so lovable. What a beautiful and so necessary face at this moment. From time to time he wants to run his fingers over it, remember it, photograph it. I want to look at your face for a very, very long time. Then he drops those thoughts because he needs to focus on trying to sleep.

B = Body part (His favorite body part)

Lips.

God, he so enjoys watching you bite them, lick them, paint them with glitter. This is essentially a small insignificant part of the body, but so demanding for courting and kissing. Yes, kisses ... Megumi so wants to touch them and do it yourself: bite, lick, paint with glitter ... After all, they seem so soft and delicious.

C = Cum (Everything about sperm)

Into a condom. Even if it is not always convenient and completely satisfactory with an elastic band, Megumi still prefers to protect herself. In addition, it is useless to oppose this if you do not want problems in the future. But if you ever ask him to do it without a condom, he might even agree, though not right away. First, make sure that you really want it, since he was not ready to ever do this. So don't be surprised if he gets worried during the process.

D = Dirty secret

From time to time he thinks about how you will take full control over yourself. It makes him mentally convince himself what a lustful bitch you are for him. He understands how you revel in your own perfection, how this thin erotic veil allows you to devour him with your eyes, hypnotize. It almost makes you a god. But the deity should not so protrude his sexuality in front of his beloved. Therefore, if you do so, then in the morning Megumi will throw some reproach in your direction, but at the same time he himself will remain satisfied and completely satisfied.

E = Experience

There is. If in high school he was a cold-blooded bully with a good appearance, then it is possible that Megumi had favorites back then. Not to say that, under the influence of hormones, he wanted to fuck every girl, because on his mind he had only the goal of maintaining justice with vague and false concepts. Yet he tried it once. She was a girl with high status and good connections, which were beneficial for him to achieve his goal. Sex without commitment is not the best experience that can be obtained, because apart from the pleasure of the process, you do not feel attracted to your partner. But what you just do not go to achieve the goal, right? The guy did not particularly remember that incident, but a clear understanding of the foundations of the art of submission remained.

Now he doesn't want to remember school life, because both character and actions were not sugar at all. In addition, the intentions of what then and what from now are different, one should not exceed expectations. But speaking of being intimate with you, Fushiguro has acquired a real bond that makes intercourse more sensual.

F = Favorite position

A deck chair is a great option. It seems like an ordinary missionary, but both he and you have something to hold on to. And as a bonus, he sees your face, by which he can give an accurate analysis of how well you are now.

G = Goofy (Are you serious at this moment?)

Yes. Despite the main goal of getting pleasure, it is also important for him to control it. He is not afraid to death that everything will go downhill. It's just that perfect sex hasn't bothered anyone yet. In addition, it is not at all difficult for him to do as he wants. Therefore, he feels a great need for complete control over intercourse. If everything is done correctly, he feels proud of himself, which cannot but please him.

H = Hair (Is the hair ok?)

Hygiene is as important to him as every other aspect of his life, especially if it somehow, no matter how, concerns you. You never need to remind him of this, as he himself tries to take care of the intimate area as often as possible. Therefore, he is unlikely to have problems providing comfort for both of you.

I = Intimacy (Romance)

There is. These are mostly cute things that are usually not considered very important, but for you they are like a trophy. For example kisses on the forehead, crown of the head, knuckles of thin fingers, neck and shoulders. It is like a ritual dedicated to love for your beauty and uniqueness. Even if the process is not very sophisticated, you get pleasure every time. Towards the end, you realize that you have gained much more than the warmth from light, but sensitive touch.

J = Jack off (masturbation)

There is such a thing. And you don't have to be far away. If you have not done this for a long time, but for some reason he is afraid or does not want to offer you, then do not mind masturbating to one of your photos in the gallery.

K = Kink (Kinks and fetishes)

The guy is not indifferent to your body, no matter what shape it has. Feel his smell, touch, stroke, listen until all these tenderness reaches light bites, squeezes, licks ... He feels everything much more sophisticated than it seems. And nature is such that subconsciously very subtly feels desires. Even if they are not at all.

He likes it when you walk in sexy pajamas, stockings that accentuate the shape of your legs or open clothes, although he doesn't always approve of this, because he knows perfectly well that he is not the only one who likes your body.

I like to give you different jewelry because they look so perfect on you. It is not for nothing that people say: "It is not clothes that paint a person, but a person's clothes."

For Fushiguro, this is both the main aesthetics and a source of inexhaustible pleasure, which is noticeable with the naked eye.

L = Location (Favorite places to have sex)

Not a lover of variety, so the option with a bed is the most ideal for him. Moreover, the bed is large and soft, which allows you to do a lot without any discomfort. You often feel tired after sex (unless you're a sex addict), so in the case of a bed, you don't have to worry about passing out on the table or floor. Yes, with the bed, you are subject to almost all poses!

Fushiguro is also not cold to the sofa, which is not much different from the bed in terms of sex. On it he can relax while you ride it, clutching his shoulders or pants. The sofa is also a good control plane, which can be easily used if you understand that you need to get up. It's still convenient! Why do you even need a shower and a table?

M = Motivation

When you walk around the house in the open in only panties and a bra. He doesn't like it very much, but heck, he really doesn't want to admit that he is actually embarrassed and it still turns him on. And when he comes to pick you up from home to take you somewhere, and then finds you not ready, in only one underwear, he will be indignant at why you are still not dressed, then he will turn away, covering his face with his hand and making a slightly trembling exhale. At this time, you will notice how his cheeks and ears turn red and giggle softly, pulling on a T-shirt. Once you specifically asked him to fasten his bra, knowing that it will start. After all, in front of him, a close-up flaunts your completely naked back, which you can touch and stroke. It seems that another second and he will lose control of himself and go into a rage. Holding his breath, he will begin to gently stroke the delicate skin and excitedly run his fingers up and down the spine, feeling his legs trembling from the touch. You will have to bite your lips in order not to turn around, and all this time with concentration to look in the direction where your shadows are reflected in a black silhouette on the wall a few meters away.

Also no less exciting for him is your passion for something. If you diligently write an essay, essay, read interesting books, even just tap your nails on a hard surface - he will be immersed in your actions. After all, the main thing for him is not the process of action itself, but how you perform it. When Fushiguro sees you at work, he enjoys every second of what is happening.

N = No (Which won't do)

What he considers to be risk or abnormal.

Megumi is for healthy sex and will not settle for BDSM, role-playing or sadomasochistic procedures. Especially complete submission. It does not arouse and does not cause orgasm from the word at all. He believes that such an idiotic variety was invented by mentally ill people, after whom everything is repeated for the reason of "fashion", public manipulation and self-hypnosis. In addition, in order to decide on such an idea, you either need to be a crazy psychopath, or stop respecting yourself. At least Megumi thinks so and has no doubts about it.

O = Oral (Likes to receive or to give)

In this regard, Fushiguro tries to maintain balance.

Yes, he likes to hear your drawn-out muffled moans. I like how you all wriggle under it and beg you not to stop. I like the way you cum. But it is no less exciting to see how you walk with your thin fingers along the entire length of his penis, and then clasp your lips and swallow it as deeply as possible, periodically circling the head with your dexterous tongue. Therefore, he is not inclined to prioritize. He continues to give you pleasure simply because he thinks it is right, and when he himself wants to feel pleasure, you will guess it yourself by his eyes, facial expression and swaying his hips in time with your movements.

P = Pace

As a rule, Megumi tries to do it in full force. Physical strength is still a man's trump card in love, and should not be underestimated. But it needs to be properly stimulated. Energy should not be pushed to the limit. Fushiguro was used to stretching his orgasm, speeding up and then stopping for ten seconds. Then the surge of feelings becomes even stronger. Too much speed will immediately lead to overwork, and the orgasm becomes smooth and short. It's too predictable. Of course, the guy is not a fan of variety, but that does not mean that you absolutely cannot pamper yourself, right?

Q = Quickie

Average. The most common.

And what else do you need? High speed does not allow you to feel the process properly, and low speed dampens all excitement and quickly gets bored. Medium is perfect for both of you.

R = Risk (Ready to experiment)

Not ready.

You shouldn't force him to try new sensations. This will cause him discomfort or even anxiety, which will not lead to the best outcome. Once you talked to him about this, at the end he said that he didn’t like it and asked him not to bother with this topic anymore, since even the thought of it introduces him into slight stress. Not because of the experiments themselves, but the very fact of their fear. He is currently struggling with this because he wants to be completely perfect for you. However, it is unacceptable for him that it is easy for him to control the process, but it is so difficult to start experimenting in terms of sexual relations. He will definitely deal with it. Not right away, but it will cope.

S = Stamina (Stamina)

Pretty decent

Getting pleasure is enough for both of you, so you have the strength to wash in the shower, make tea, read a book and just lie around, warming your bodies with hugs. It even happens that there is enough strength to walk along the street, restoring not only physical balance, but also emotional one. Still, a walk in the fresh air with conversations on various topics does not let you forget that your love is real and is not a farce for sexual gratification.

T = Toys

It treats all their varieties badly.

Another trinket invented by the unbalanced and sexually addicted. You both have enough and an ordinary hookup without stupid "decorations".

* In fact, once the thought flew through his head about how you would react if he shoved a vibrator into your vagina as close to your clitoris as possible. And how he later, in all seriousness, assured himself that he would not offer you such a thing for anything. Recalls a magazine article about sexual fantasies among teenagers at thirteen. As a result, having mentally slapped myself in the face, I never thought about it again.

U = Unfair (Does he like to tease)

Yes!

He doesn't like to admit it, but oh my god, how your pleading and sobbing drives him crazy. At such moments, he seems to be in seventh heaven. He would like to listen to them, but then all the pleasure from the upcoming orgasm will disappear. He wants to satisfy his desire as soon as possible, but he really doesn’t want your sweet voice to stop at such seconds ... And when you finally finish, everything inside him contracts. Because now you shout his name instead of muffled moans. It feels like he is special to you. Yes, only he can make you make a mess in your body, which was just so obedient. Only with him can you finally plunge you into ecstasy.

V = Volume (How loud is it)

At first, he is silent, as if swallowed his tongue. But by the middle it already starts to grow. But if you only knew how uncontrollable he is in the end ... although, why am I crucifying here? Of course you know.

At this time, along with orgasm, he realizes how fucking he is. So inside him begins a feverish flow of internal current, and at the same time a fire flares up in his heart, turning into a high.

W = Wild card (Random headcanon)

When you first slept, the spontaneous thought came to you to look into his phone. Nothing criminal, you just wanted to make sure you were the first.

Waking up first and looking at the phone, which surprisingly had no password, you checked the list of contacts that were not embellished in some way, and in general there were not as many of them as you expected. But you, apparently, so much enjoyed digging into his personal life, feeling like a real Sherlock, that you decided to look at Google. There already began something from which you simply could not help but emit an unrestrained laugh: more than ten tabs related to sexual relations, the structure of the vagina, the consequences of the "first time", precautions for intercourse and a bunch of other things. You could hardly restrain your laughter so as not to wake up your loved one, who apparently became a real Alpha and a sex guru in just one evening.

It's been a long time since that moment, but you still haven't admitted to him that you then got into his phone.

X = X-ray (What's under the clothes)

14.5 cm during erection ± 1

Y = Yearning (How high is the sex drive)

Megumi cannot be called “lonely-touchy-with-a-broken-heart”, but “addict” is certainly not about him. This is an unexpected manifestation of desire when he himself begins to kiss your neck, in the hope of showing your initiative. Usually you make love at your request or at a noticeable hint. Fucking you in bed, he is not looking for any benefit for it and is not chasing cheap bonuses. He thinks that he is simply satisfying his sexual need, and does not go further so that you, too, do not get hung up on sex as an important part of your life.

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Z = Zzz (How quickly falls asleep)

Quickly, if you are not trying to distract him with conversations (you are not always sure that you did everything right and completely satisfied him).

If you want to annoy him with requests, for example, if you are cold and you tell him about it, he will immediately cover you with a blanket. But you are more cunning and you do not need a blanket at all, but his strong arms.

— Mmm... and I wanted to warm myself in your arms...

Then Fushiguro will roll his eyes, sigh loudly and hug you from behind.

— I want you to kiss the top of my head! — you will rather smile when he reluctantly, but still will do it.

— Will you sing me a lullaby? - then the guy will understand that further you are just making fun of him.

— Maybe you still dance?

— What a good idea! Stand by that closet.

— Sleep, princess.

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enixamyram · 6 years

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Prompt (if you're accepting them): When Margot goes to the cave with rogers and Weaver she doesn't see anything too strange and manages to somehow get Tilly to go with her but she's still under a spell & there's no sign of the curse breaking, so she tries to make Tilly's day into a good one even though Tilly's not making sense going on about curses etc.

Bad Days Turned Good

Summary: Margotsaw nothing weird down in the caves that day and, with her help, Weaver andRogers were able to get Tilly out of there. Unfortunately she still seems to stuckbe in a strange trance. So while Weaver and Rogers hunt down Eloise for a cure,Margot decides to do what she can to turn Tilly’s bad day good.

By the time they got down there, Tilly was the only one left. All theother woman who had been with her when Detective Rogers had escaped, had nowvanished from their places around the circle. Instead there were a series ofsmall trees at each corner of the deep red markings along the ground. Margothad no idea what happened to the women Rogers had claimed were there, but forsome reason, the sight of the trees made him pale and he looked even moreterrified than before. Weaver looked as confused as Margot felt, glancingaround the open area, like he had expected more than a lone girl in a darkrobes, muttering quietly to herself in a way that came across as almost angryand distant. It was like she was sleep walking through a nightmare.

“Where is everyone?” Margot asked nervously, feeling an eerie silencestretch around them, so tight it was almost smothering. Half the reason shespoke up was just to fill the empty space and bring some life back to the dampcaves.

“Gone…” Rogers whispered, his voice sounding haunted and Margot lookedback at him with a slight suspicious frown, but he didn’t say anything else.Instead he eyes locked down on the only girl left in the room with them.

“Tilly?” Margot said, following his gaze back to the young woman, shadowedby the strange robe she wore and looking oddly serious, in a way she never hadbefore. It seemed the detectives were telling the truth when they said Tillywas having a bad day. In fact it looked like her worst day yet.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her lower back and looked up to find Weavergently pushing her forward. “Go on…” He said encouragingly.

Margot momentarily stalled on the spot, second guessing herself, but notfor long. Despite all her doubts, she forced herself to begin walking aroundthe strange circle marked into the middle of the cave floor. It was an odd drawing,and yet she had seen it many times before now, thrown about randomly aroundtown over the last couple of days. It was almost like someone was sending amessage to the town and its citizens. It made her wonder just how deep thisweirdness really went.

But before she could think anything elseabout it, she shook her head and forced herself to focus on the more importanttask at hand. She was here for a reason. And that reason was currentlymuttering something under her breath a few paces in front of her with a strangeglow that seemed to be coming off of every part of her uncovered skin. Was thatreally all just the molten fire burning from the grounds in front of her?

“Tilly?” Margot said, slowly stepping up to her side.

Tilly gave her no answer. Margot glanced silently back over to thedetectives for some help but Rogers was still looking very lost and afraid,glancing at the small trees growing from the ground like he might faint from justbeing near them. Luckily Weaver seemed to be thinking clearly enough for themboth. He gave her an encouraging nod and gentle wave forward. For whateverreason, he really had a strong belief in her, trusting she could do this.

With that strong belief egging her on, Margot turned back to the othergirl, reaching up and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Tilly?” She repeated

Still no response.

Margot resisted the urge to look back at the detectives for a secondtime and instead, leaned closer to her girlfriend, trying to get her attentionand speaking slightly louder in case she hadn’t heard her before. “Tilly?”

Just then, something in her mind began telling her what she had to do tofree Tilly from herself. But it was crazy! Or it was at least just really dumb.Yet that something was shouting in the back of Margot’s thoughts, demanding thatshe do it now while she still had the chance. And, well, this whole situationwas crazy anyway, so why the hell not?

Stepping slightly closer to her and ignoring the men still watching themfrom across the cave, Margot squeezed Tilly’s shoulder tightly for a secondlonger before taking a breath and leaning towards her. Rogers frowned at them inconfusion while Weaver had to fight the urge to smile, knowing exactly what wasgoing to happen next. As Margot closed the gap between them and pressed a softkiss to her lips, there was just a fraction of a second of stillness before arush of warmth ran through the two of them and flooded outwards at the sametime.

Had Margot seen some of the bizarre magic from early, and had shebelieved in what she was seeing, then their kiss might have done more. It mighthave stretched across the whole of the Heights and even further to the rest ofthe world if she had just believed in the hidden truth behind what Tilly wasdoing down there in the dark caves all by herself. But she didn’t see orbelieve in any of it, so when their lips met, the kiss had a different reactionthan to that of breaking the Dark Curse. Instead, it protected Margot and Tillyfrom the magic of Gothel’s spell as it attempted to complete itself andtransform its final sacrifice into a member of the grove.

Along with protecting the two of them, it also freed Tilly from the lastclinging remains of the spell’s compulsion and hypnosis. Of course, that didn’tmean she was immediately back to her old self again. Unfortunately for them,her bad day continued to linger, looming over her like a cloud that refused tobreak even with the sun so close to the surface.

“What’s happened?” Rogers said suddenly, feeling the wave of heat thathit them but unsure where it had come from. When Margot finally pulled awayfrom the kiss, she turned and looked around the tight space.

Only then did Margot notice that the room had become suddenly duller andsomehow more tighter. The flames that had been all around the room began to goout all at once, dimming until the people inside could just barely see what wasin front of them. Even the fire from the ground began to die away and the treesat each corner of the markings were left in a cold darkness, trapped away fromthe necessary light above.

“She’s free.” Weaver said, turning back to thegirls. “Margot, you can bring her along now. Quickly. We have to get out ofhere before Eloise comes back.”

Margot still had no idea what was happening, but she had long sincegiven up questioning any of it. At least for now. There would be plenty of timefor that once everything else had been dealt with. So for now, she put an armaround Tilly’s shoulders and began to guide her back around the room, all the whileTilly continued to blink into the space in front of her, like someone still tryingto wake themselves up from a deep sleep. It seemed she was stuck in an odd dazeand allowed herself to be moved and controlled like a puppet on strings whichwas almost as worrying as when she had been stuck chanting on the spot.

As Margot began to lead Tilly around the markings, the cave continued todarken around them. They were lucky there was so much open space, meaning therewas little for them to stumble on and the distant light from the open doorupstairs called out to them. As she took Tilly passed Rogers, he took a sharpstep back from them with a hiss of pain. Margot didn’t bother questioning it,though it was definitely odd, and instead she took Tilly carefully towards thelight, up the stairs and out of the building, all the while with Weaver wasfollowing closely at their heels and Rogers lingered somewhere behind them.

Outside, the wind was blowing harshly and the sky was now covered in thickclouds that were steadily growing darker and more threatening with everypassing minute. It was bitterly cold, almost like it had become winter in amatter of hours, and yet it was still continuing to grow worse just in theshort time they lingered in the doorway. There was a definite storm buildingoverhead, as if this day couldn’t get any more dreadful for Margot and everyoneelse, than it already was.

“What’s happening? I mean what’s really happening?” Margot demanded,looking back at Weaver.

Weaver hesitated then shook his head. “It would take too much time toexplain. I need you to just trust me and take Tilly somewhere safe. Somewhereaway from all of this. Somewhere you can protect her.”

It was hard to argue with him when he put it like that, what with Tillystill standing in her lost daze by her side, not reacting to anything that wasbeing said or happening around her. She didn’t even flinch at the wind that wasblowing at the black cloak she was wearing, pushing down the hood and causingher blonde hair to slap at the sides of her face. As much as Margot wanted tofind out what was happening and why the world seemed to be on the verge of anapocalypse, she wanted to protect Tilly even more. She knew, right now, she hadto do that before anything else.

“Where can I take her?” Margot asked, pulling Tilly slightly closeragainst her side.

Weaver hesitated, then reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out apen and notepad, quickly scribbling something on the first page before tearing itoff and holding it out to her. “Go to the station, head downstairs into theevidence locker. This code will get you in. No one will find or disturb you in there,but keep the door locked behind you all the same. Don’t let anyone in but me.Understand?”

Margot stared down at the paper, then nodded her head and looked back upat him. “Understood.”

“Go on then,” Weaver nodded, he paused, looking at Tilly like he wantedto say something to her but instead shook his head. “Detective Rogers and Iwill hunt down Eloise. Go. Keep her safe.”

“I will.” Margot promised. “I will keep her safe.”

With that, she turned around, keeping an arm on Tilly and leading heraway from the theatre, back towards the police station. She glanced over hershoulder just in time to see Rogers finally stepping outside of the double doors,looking very pale and weak as he took his place beside Weaver. She wondered ifthat had anything to do with the storm still ragging overhead.

“Mother nature has come.” Tilly mumbled suddenly, her first propersentence since Margot found her.

“Tilly?” Robin gasped, coming to a stop and grabbing her shoulders,looking her in the eye. “Are you back? Are you okay? Everything’s alright,Tilly. I have you.”

“Mother nature has come.” Tilly repeated. “She’s here. And the worldwill start fresh.”

“Tilly…” Margot blinked, then shook her head, putting her arm backaround her once more. “Come on, let’s get somewhere safe first.”

Tightening her grip on Tilly’s arm, Margot led her along the openpathway, clear from people who were busy taking shelter from the storm, and indirection of the police station. It was an irritatingly long walk back to thestation and Tilly’s mumbles began to get louder and more confusing with everysentence she managed to get out. In fact it seemed like the further she wasgetting away from the theatre, the more she had to say and yet not a single bitof it made any sense. In the end, Margot was incredibly relieved when theyfinally caught sight of the familiar building ahead.

Margot continued to lead Tilly inside and was taken aback by how chaoticit was. The many people on the police staff were dashing back and forth fromone end of the room to the other, with a loud buzz of them shouting acrossdesks and chairs while the others seemed to be taken a series of phone callsfrom people who were in similar states. They were in such a rush that theydidn’t even notice, nor pay any attention to Margot as she gently pulled Tilly throughthe crowd of people in her way and towards the backroom beside the front desk.They were almost halfway through the rush when suddenly Tilly came to a rigidstop, her eyes wide as she glanced around the room, her breathing picking upuntil she began to hyperventilate, all in a matter of seconds.

“Tilly! Tilly, it’s okay.” Margot said quickly, pulling her into a protectivehug. “Come on, Tilly. Come on. It’s okay. We just need to get through thatdoor. Then everything will be quiet and we’ll sit down and we’ll have a cutelittle date just you and me. We’ll turn this bad day good. I promise, just comeon, please, come on, follow my voice.”

After a second, Tilly put one foot forward, and then a second. Thenanother, then another and another, until she was walking slowly forward withMargot guiding her the whole way. It felt like forever before they had finallyreached the backroom, pushing open the door and rushing Tilly through beforeanyone could spot or stop them.

“It’s nuts out there,” Margot mumbled, still keeping an arm around herand taking Tilly down the hallway before pausing and glancing around. The sparewas suddenly quiet and empty with multiple mysterious doors lining up eitherside of them. “And I have no idea which way I’m going. Great. This day justcan’t get any better, can it?”

Just then, Tilly broke away from her, charging ahead before Margot react.Margot was left blinking after her before she snapped to her senses and rushingahead, following with only a slight concern for where she might be leading them.When Tilly rounded a corner, Margot stopped short as she caught sight of a heavylooking mental door at the end of the hall.

Tilly had come to a stop in front of the door, staring at it with hereyes still glazed over in that unfocused gaze of hers. She allowed Margot tocatch up, standing by her side while she looked over the door slowly, eyeslanding on the lock sitting by the wall with a series of numbered buttons onits silver surface. This had to be the room Weaver was talking about. Margot rememberedthe paper he had given her… Only it seemed to have disappeared.

“Damn it, where’s that stupid code?” Margot hissed, digging her handsthrough her pockets.

Tilly pushed passed her again, reaching up and pressing in four shortnumbers into the control panel without hesitating. There was a loud buzz thatseemed to echo down the hallway and then Tilly pulled open the door, slippinginside and leaving Margot to quickly duck after her, or otherwise be leftlocked out. She wanted to spare a moment to be surprise at Tilly’s sudden bold movements,but was also afraid that if Tilly locked herself inside the room then shewouldn’t come through enough to let Margot in after her and they would beseparated.

And if Margot did nothing else today, then she was going to at leaststay by Tilly’s side. Until Tilly’s bad day passed for sure.

After slipping inside the evidence room, Margot found she was caught bysurprise to see Tilly had come to a stop right in the doorway and nearly raninto her. She stepped around her carefully, placing a hand against her lowerback and looking her in the face, still searching for a sign that the bad daywas beginning to ease off a bit.

“Let’s get you out of that dumb cloak,” Margot said, unsure of what elseto do at this point.

Tilly didn’t respond at first and Margot gave up waiting for her. She carefullymoved to stand directly in front of her, reaching up and unfastening the frontof the robe, pushing it back and letting it drop carelessly to the floor behindthem.

“There. Isn’t that better? Come on, let’s take a seat.” Margot said.

Tilly didn’t move.

“Tilly-” Margot began.

“Mother Nature…” Tilly croaked, finally her glazed eyes seemed to focusand she looked at Margot. “She’s here.”

“No, its okay, Tilly, you’re safe.” Margot insisted.

“Mother Nature…” Tilly repeated, looking at her. “She’s playing a gamefor the win and we’ve all fallen behind on the board. Our pieces are missingand the games nearly at an end. We can’t see the finish line and if she crossesbefore us…”

“Tilly,” Margot interrupted gently. “I don’t understand.”

“We’re missing pieces,” Tilly said, backtracking away from her arms. “Wecan’t win while we’re missing pieces.”

Margot hesitated on the spot, watching her stumble backwards, staring ather with wide eyes and looking very close to all out babbling about thesemissing pieces they apparently didn’t have. This really was the worst day Tillyhad ever had. Margot had never seen her this bad before and she wasn’t actuallysure how to react or how to help her get through it.

Still unsure of what else to do, Margot rushed over to the table in themiddle of the room and began knocking everything to the floor. All the piecesthat fell to her feet were quickly kick to the wall and corners out of her way.She didn’t care about any of it and if it was valuable, well then Weaver shouldhave it put away like a normal person.

“Tilly, come sit down.” Margot said, patting the stool she pulled fromthe side.

“I can’t. I can’t. Not until we find the missing piece.” Tilly gasped,rushing towards the closed off area and grabbing onto the metal gate keepingher out. She wrapped her fingers into the gaps and began shaking it violently,knocking over a nearby bow which happened to have been leaning nearby,clattering to the floor loudly in front of a quiver of arrows.

“Tilly!”

Margot ran to her side and grabbed her wrists, pushing them down to herside and pulling her back at the same time before she could hurt herself.

“NO!” Tilly gasped, fighting to knock Margot off of her. “I have to findthe missing piece! We can’t win the game without it!”

“Tilly! Please, stop!” Margot said, forcing Tilly to turn around andface her. “I will help you. I promise, I will help you find the missing piecebut for now, just calm down. You can’t find anything when you’re all worked uplike this.”

Tilly slumped slightly, looking at her with that same wide eyedexpression. “We have to find the missing piece.”

“I know, and we will. But in a moment.” Margot said, guiding her back tothe stool.

“Promise…” Tilly said desperately.

“I promise, now sit.”

Finally, Tilly did as she was told, settling herself down on the stooland grabbing onto the edge of the table tightly, clinging to it like she wasafraid she might fall off if she didn’t.

“I wonder if there’s anything to eat…” Margot mumbled, glancing around.

“Cabinet.”

“What?” Margot looked back to where Tilly was still clinging to thetable hard enough for her arms to begin shaking.

“Cabinet.”

Margot glanced up and saw what it was Tilly was referring to. She wasstaring at a set of plain brown cabinet’s hanging of the top of the wall on thefar side of the room. Margot wandered over and pulled open one of the smalldoors, peeking inside to find a series of crisps and snack packets inside, likesomething out of a teenager’s bedroom rather than a detective’s evidencelocker.

“Here,” Margot said, pulling out an armful of the snacks and dumpingthem down onto the table.

Tilly stared down at the snacks for a moment before reaching blindly forone, opening it and taking a large bite. She chewed quickly and swallowed afteronly a few seconds, like she was in a rush to finish and Margot hovered for amoment, wondering if she should stay prepared to give her CPR should she startchoking on it. But when Tilly showed no signs of struggling, Margot took a slowseat beside her.

“Feel better?” Margot asked gently. “Sorry I don’t have any marmaladesandwiches…”

Tilly paused mid chew and looked up at her, mumbling. “I forgot I likedthem…”

“Well, we’ll buy you some on the way home today after Weaver gets back.”Margot smiled.

“Weaver?” Tilly looked at her, frowning. “Who’s Weaver?”

Margot hesitated. “Detective Weaver.” She said gently. “Remember. You’refriends with him.”

“Friends… Yeah but… His name. It’s not Weaver.” Tilly said, frowningslightly.

“Well, it’s his last name.” Margot shrugged. “I don’t really know whathis first name is.”

“No. He has a funny name.” Tilly mumbled. “I just can’t remember. I’mstill missing pieces but I know it’s not Weaver. I just know it isn’t.”

“Okay well, let’s eat and maybe things will clear up for you.” Margotsuggested, then hesitated and asked gently; “Hey, do you have your pills onyou? Maybe you should take one.”

“No way!” Tilly snapped, standing up and throwing some of the snacks tothe floor in her rush. “I’ll never find the pieces with those pills foggingeverything up!”

“Okay! Okay!” Margot said quickly, standing and grabbing her arm. “Youdon’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.” She turned back to the table.“Please, let’s sit down and finish eating. You’ll feel better, I promise. It’llclear your head.”

“Need to clear my head,” Tilly agreed, nodding her head and sitting backdown. “Once it’s clear… I can find the pieces.” She turned suddenly, grabbingMargot’s arm. “Will you help me?” She whispered intensely.

For some reason, Margot had a strange sense of déjà vu from those words.She wasn’t sure why but she just felt like she had heard Tilly say somethinglike that to her before, except it was darker and they were outside…

“Um, yeah, of course,” Margot mumbled.

“Thank you,” Tilly breathed, visibly relieved. And something about thesoft sweet happiness in her eyes suddenly made Margot truly want to help her.No matter how crazy that help might be.

“So… What pieces are you looking for?” Margot asked slowly.

“I don’t know,” Tilly moaned, shaking her head. “The fogs still toothick! I can’t see it! But it’s there. I know it is.” She paused and looked up.“It’s here.” She gasped, looking at Margot and grabbing her hand. “Help me findit.”

“Of course,” Margot repeated. “I will, Tilly. I promise, I will help youany way I can.” And she meant it. Maybe if they found the “pieces” she waslooking for, it would help get her out of her bad day.

“Thank you,” Tilly breathed, leaning forward like she might kiss her onlyto change her mind at the last second with a gasp of pain, reeling back sharply.“Do you hear that?!”

“Hear what?” Margot blinked.

“Those voices! They’re screaming!” She gasped, looking at Margot wideeyed. “We have to find them.”

“How?” Margot asked worriedly.

“Look for it!”

Margot didn’t understand but already Tilly was on her feet, runningaround the room and pulling open the rest of the draws and cupboards, emptyingeverything onto the floor without hesitation or care. She was making a mess ofthe entire room but then Margot doubt Weaver would mind too much. And maybethere was something Tilly was really looking for in all this mess, somethingshe believed was making a noise.

Either way, it would at least give them something to do to pass thetime. And a part of Margot wanted to play along with Tilly as much as possiblein hopes of getting her to open up a little more. Maybe if she kept Tillytalking for long enough then she could help ease her back out of her bad day.

“Okay, let’s look.” Margot agreed. “Can you tell me anything about it?”

“No, I don’t know, I just know it’s screaming.” Tilly insisted, stillshuffling through everything in her reach.

Sighing, Margot began to help her work through the shelves on display,holding things out only for Tilly to shake her head at and turn away each time.They didn’t have much space to work with. Half the room was closed off behindthe metal caging and the rest seemed to have pretty basic things spread out,like every day objects Weaver could use that held no real importance. Margotcouldn’t imagine any of the stuff that had been left out in the open to be ofany real importance.

Just then, Margot opened the last cupboard in the corner by the floorand found a plain box settled inside. It stood out because it was the onlyobject in the cupboard while every other space had been crammed full of variousitems. Carefully, Margot pulled it out, setting it on the side and opening thebox, revealing the strangest looking knife she had ever seen.

“Tilly… Is this…” Margot began, taking the dagger carefully from thebox.

“That’s it!” Tilly gasped, rushing to stand in front of her, but shedidn’t take the dagger, instead she just stared down at it in wonder. “That’sthe voice.”

“Um… What’s it saying?” Margot asked.

“I don’t know. It’s all shouting at once. It’s trying to tell mesomething,” Tilly groaned, pressing a hand to her head. “I wish it would justbe quiet! I can’t think! I need it to STOP!”

It was just like the last time she had heard the voices, only back then,her cry had finally caused some of the whispers to quieten down enough for herto think straight. Now they persisted through her angry frustration, evenlouder than before, and Margot could see it was making Tilly’s whole bodyshake.

Quickly, Margot put the dagger back down in its box and turned to Tilly,grabbing her arm. “Okay, enough of that. Sit down and eat something. I thinkyou should try and ignore the voices for a bit.”

“I can’t!” Tilly said, on the verge of tears.

“Tilly, look at me.” Margot said, pulling her close. “Do you trust me?”

Tilly finally stopped her panic and looked up at Margot’s soft greeneyes, becoming momentarily lost enough to calmly nod her head. “Yes.” Shewhispered.

“Then trust me now. Let’s sit down, just you and me, and we can justtalk. We’ll talk through all the voices, okay?” Margot said softly.

Tilly hesitated, then nodded. “Okay…”

Margot took her back to their seats, sitting her down and settling onthe space beside her. Outside, she could still hear the distant sounds of thestorm ragging on, but it was surprisingly easy to block it out when she choseto concentrate on Tilly instead.

“I missed you today,” Margot began softly. “I thought you’d come by thebar later…”

“I- I couldn’t-” Tilly began.

“I know,” Margot said quickly. “I just missed you.”

Tilly’s eyes suddenly focused on Margot intensely. She squeezed her handand leaned forward. “I miss you, too. I miss you so much.”

“It’s okay. I’m here with you now.” Margot smiled.

Tilly shook his head. “No. It’s not the same now. It’s you but it’s notand I still miss you, so much.”

Margot stalled. She didn’t understand what Tilly was trying to say, butshe also had a desperate urge to prove her wrong at the same time. Margotwanted Tilly to understand that she was here with her, no matter what she saidor did or what happened next, Margot wasn’t going to leave her.

“Do you remember our first date? Even before I asked you out? We hadbeignets and we just sat and talked on the bench for ages.” Margot grinned. “Ireally liked that. It was so simple but it was perfect.”

“I liked it too.” Tilly mumbled.

Margot hesitated, then grabbed one of the soft snack cakes from the pileof food still on the table. They were getting close to being stale and ratherplain, but Margot doubt Tilly would mind. Unwrapping it from its purplepackaging and breaking it in half, she smiled and held half up to Tilly’s lipsplayfully. At first Tilly didn’t react, and Margot’s stomach started to dipnervously, only for Tilly to slowly open her mouth, letting Margot slide thecake onto her tongue.

“How’s that?” Margot grinned.

Tilly smiled sadly. “Nice.”

Margot leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Tilly’s. “Thingsare really bad outside, I know. But we can still have a good day here, just youand me.”

“But… The voice…” Tilly mumbled, swallowing the last of the cake.

“Ignore them.” Margot said, shaking her head. “The only voices here… Ismine and yours. Just listen to me.”

Tilly paused, then nodded. “Okay.” She whispered. She reached over, pickingup the other half of the cake from her hand and holding it to Margot’s lips.“Just me and you.”

Margot happily accepted the cake with a slight giggle and felt her body relaxwhen Tilly returned with her first proper smile.

Yeah, this day could become a good one after all.

O*U*A*T

“I think we’ve eaten half of the stuff Weaver had stored here,” Margotgiggled through a mouthful of biscuit.

“I wish we had tea,” Tilly said suddenly. “We could have had a teaparty.”

“A tea party?” Margot laughed, biscuit dribbling down her chin.

Tilly paused, her eyes growing unfocused. They kept doing that every nowand then so Margot quickly wiped her chin on the back of one hand and reachedacross with the other, taking Tilly’s and giving it a gentle squeeze, bringingher back to her. At first Margot had to shake Tilly to bring her back, but overtime she had to do less and less and now even her touch seemed to be enough tohelp Tilly focus again.

“You thirsty, Til’?” Margot asked softly.

“Yeah,” Tilly said, swallowing hard.

“Then let’s find you a drink.” Margot smiled.

Margot stood from her seat and began to search the room once again. Theyhad found food, so surely Weaver had some kind of liquid lying around as well.He was clearly the kind of guy who kept his personal space well prepared, shejust hoped it wasn’t something disgusting like whiskey or whatever it was olderdetectives drank.

She wandered over and paused by the weird dagger that Tilly had said waswhispering to her. Even without Tilly’s bad day whispers driving her to theedge, Margot got a bad feeling from the dagger. It looked like something out ofa horror movie involving a religious sacrifice or something. Except somehowdarker. It had jagged edges that twisted into a danger sharp point, with a darkhandle and even dark shades on its not so smooth blade. But the weirdest partof it all was the writing that stretched across it.

Rumplestiltskin.

Wasn’t that name from a fairy tale? Margot didn’t know many of them, butthe name stuck out for some reason and she was sure it was from somethinginvolving a children’s story. Which made the fact that it was engraved on sucha creepy knife, all the more disturbing. Who would even do that?

Reaching up, Margot moved to touch the knife, intending to trace theletters of the name. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt like it was such an oddthing and she needed to feel it, as if to assure it wasn’t her imagination andsomeone really had written a fairy tale characters name on a lethal weapon.Afterwards she planned to put it away for good but first, she was just socurious, she wanted to see what it felt like.

But before she could, Tilly’s hand reached over and snatched Margot’swrist, pulling away. It was such a surprise – she’d snuck up on her so quietly– that Margot jumped and gasped, turning to look at her wide eyed.

“Don’t,” Tilly whispered, looking terrified. “Please don’t touch it.Only I should.”

“Only you should, what?” Margot blinked. Tilly was squeezing her arm,but it wasn’t painful, just firm. “Only you should touch it?”

“That’s right.” Tilly nodded. “I don’t want you touching anything dark.”

Margot hesitated, and then nodded. “Okay. I won’t.”

“Thank you,” Tilly whispered, reaching up and hugging her. “Thank you somuch. For everything.”

“Of course,” Margot said with a slight frown, still not understanding.She hadn’t understood anything since the detectives came into Roni’s and rushedher out of the building.

Tilly pulled back, looking Margot in the eyes with her face just inchesaway. For a moment they held themselves there, staring at one another andMargot had another strange sense of déjà vu, despite the fact that she was sureshe and Tilly had never stared at each other this closely before. Then Tilly wassmiling and Margot couldn’t help but to smile back at her.

“I love you,” Tilly whispered.

Okay, that was new. While staring at her, the sensible start of Margot’sstartled mind was trying to figure out how to explain to Tilly that they hardlyknew each other well enough to share the L word. And while her mind was doingthat, her lips were already saying something else.

“I-I love you, too.”

Tilly’s face split into another real smile and she leaned towards her.Margot found herself leaning in as well, even while part of her was stillarguing with herself about it.

However before their lips could meet, there was a sudden buzzing soundand the door opened. The girls jumped and Margot instinctively grabbed Tillyand pushed her behind her back protectively. She didn’t know how he had gottenin, but she knew instantly it wasn’t Weaver, who would have no doubt called outto them rather than scare them by forcing his way in unexpectedly.

Sure enough, it wasn’t Detective Weaver or even Detective Rogersstanding in the now open doorway now. Instead it was the desk clerk.

Suddenly Tilly was shrinking against Margot’s back like she was afraid.And that was all Margot needed to know.

“How did you get in here?” Margot demanded, glaring at the officer.

“Hand her over,” He said plainly, striding towards them.

“What?” Robin blinked, putting her hands behind her and pushing Tillyback, walking to the side, away from the approaching man and around the table.“No! Stay the hell away from Tilly, you freak!”

“The spell must be completed.” The officer said blankly, continuing towalk towards them. “The girl must be gifted.”

“What? Are you high? I won’t tell you again, stay back!” Margot shouted,still pushing Tilly behind her and backing away from him. “You touch her andyou’ll regret it!”

“Margot, be careful!” Tilly gasped.

“STAY! BACK!” Margot shouted, ignoring Tilly and keeping her firmly andsafely behind her.

The man closed in on them sharply, picking up speed without warning.Margot wanted to look back, to see if they could make it to the door, but shedidn’t dare risk taking her eyes off this guy. He didn’t appear to have anyweapons on him, but he was definitely a big guy. And from Margot’s experience,big guys could be twice as dangerous even without an actual gun at hand.

Thinking fast, Margot reached out and grabbed the first thing her hand couldfind, which turned out to be a solid metal box, no bigger than a piggy bank,that was too light to hold anything inside. However it was still firm enoughthat when Margot swung it down onto the guys face, it caused him to shout inpain and stumble to the side into the table. Margot had kept a hand on the boxand, while pushing Tilly for the door, she threw it at him before turning andbreaking into a run for the now open exit.

However he wasn’t as stunned as they thought him to be and Margot felthim grab a handful of her loose hair, pulling hard and causing her to shriek inpain and surprise. Tilly skidded to a stop in front of her, turning and cryingout even as the man pushed Margot carelessly to the side and dived past her forTilly.

“Tilly! Run!” Margot shrieked, scrambling back onto her feet and throwingherself at the officers back legs.

The two of them tripped as Tilly ducked out of the way, back into theroom and accidentally causing Margot and the officer to slam into the door,shutting it hard. They fell to the floor and Margot scrambled onto her hands andknees, crawling away only for the officer to grab onto her ankle. She heardTilly screaming again and saw her run to her side, grabbing her arms andattempting to pull her free while Margot used her other foot to kick at hisface. Finally he was forced to let go and Tilly dragged Margot safely onto herfeet, pulling her to the back of the room and away from him, accidentallycausing themselves more problems as they became trapped.

As the officer climbed angrily back onto his feet, Margot looked aroundblindly for something to defend themselves with. Her eyes landed on the daggerat the exact same time as Tilly’s, although they both had very differentreactions to it. While Tilly screamed at her not to, and even moved to physicallystop her, Margot reached an arm out and snatched the dagger from the side,pulling away from Tilly and pointing it at the officer threateningly.

“This is your last warning!” Margot shouted, holding the dagger in bothhands. “Get out of here! Now!”

“She must be gifted,” He repeated, walking towards her, unafraid of thedagger in her hand. “But I’ll take that too. Mother Gothel wants the Dark Onedagger as well.”

There was too much crazy is that one sentence for Margot to process. Soinstead, when he moved close enough to reach for her, Margot screamed, steppingforward and driving the dagger into his shoulder.

She had meant to stun him, but somehow he barely seemed affected by thebleeding wound. He took a step back and gasped, but then just as quickly liftedhis hand and back handed Margot across the face. She fell into the table and beforeshe could recover from the blow, he grabbed her by the throat from behind,squeezing as he pulled her back and slammed her forward again. The force of herchest hitting the table choked Margot almost as much as the grip he had on herthroat and she struggled to break free.

“You.” The officer snarled. “Are expendable.”

Margot gasped, trying to kick him but the force of his shaking knockedher off her feet and she clawed at his hands, scratching her nails over hisknuckles and trying to pull his fat sausage fingers off, but no matter how muchshe clawed at his skin, he barely reacted. If anything he held on tighter andMargot reached out, trying to remember if the dagger had fallen from hisshoulder or if it was still stuck there. She couldn’t focus and she beganreaching blindly for a new weapon but all she managed to grab were biscuitcrumbs and crisp packets.

“NO!”

The officer was thrown off her without warning and Margot droppedcompletely to her knees. She gasped, rubbing her sore throat and twistingaround on the spot. There was a clanking sound as the dagger landed on thefloor by her leg, while the officer had been knocked all the way back over tothe door. He slouched down against it and looking very shocked and confused,staring at something in front of him. Margot followed his gaze and found Tillystanding, staring back at him, a look of anger on her face that Margot hadnever seen before, not even on her worst bad day.

“You…” The officer gasped, standing slowly, pressing a hand to his nowopenly bleeding wound. “You must be gift-”

“NO!”

Tilly lift her hands up, pointing them palms out at him. The movementwas followed with a burst of brilliant white light that came from the skin ofher palms and was very near blinding. Margot tried to shield her face butcouldn’t resist peeking to see what would happen next. When the light died afew seconds later, she saw the officer lying unconscious on the floor, hiswound healed and a look of genuine peace on his face like he had simply fallenasleep.

“Wha-…” Margot gasped.

“No,” Tilly repeated, walking up to the officer, suddenly looking muchmore focused than she had before. “I won’t be a gift for her.” She waved a handover the officer and he vanished in a cloud of white smoke, disappearing fromthe room and from their sight.

“Tilly.” Margot repeated, climbing slowly back onto her feet and staringat her in open disbelief. “What… What was that?”

Tilly turned, her expression crumbling back to what it had been before theofficer’s arrival. She paused, looking down at her hands like she couldn’tbelieve she had done it any more than Margot did.

“I… I’m not sure.” Tilly whimpered, turning and walking over to her.Instantly, Margot reached out, grabbing her arms and pulling her close.“Everything’s… Everything’s all messy. It’s foggy and broken and I can’t clearit!” She waved her hands either side of her head, cringing with tears fillingher soft eyes.

“It’s okay,” Margot said, still in shock but somehow fighting through itto give Tilly comfort. “Just… Take a moment. Breath. It’ll… I dunno… Clear yourhead.”

Tilly looked at her sadly. “I can’t breath.” She croaked.

“Yes you can. Just do it with me. Slowly. Okay?” Margot said, stillholding onto her arms. She slowly took a breath in through her mouth, watchingTilly copy before she let it out. “See. It’s easy. Just keep breathing.”

Tilly nodded and for a moment they stood there, Margot holding her armsand breathing deeply with her. But no matter how much she breathed in and out,deep long calming breathes, her heart continued to race in her chest and hermind ran a mile a minute, trying to make sense over what just happened.

“Tilly,” Margot said finally. “Are you okay now? Can you tell me whathappened?”

“I’m not sure.” Tilly mumbled. “I just… I couldn’t stand to see him hurtyou.”

“So you stopped him.” Margot nodded.

“I tried to.” Tilly said quietly.

“No, you did, Tilly. You stopped him and you saved me.” Margot smiled,then leaned towards her. “But how? Tilly, how did you do that?”

“I don’t know. I just… I wanted to stop him and so then… I did.” Tillyshrugged.

“But what was that?” Margot pressed.

Tilly hesitated for a moment before looking up. “Magic.” She whispered.

“What?”

“I used magic,” Tilly nodded. “I used magic to send him away.”

Margot wanted to tell Tilly that magic wasn’t real. That she wasimagining it. That things would be okay once her bad day passed…

Yet Margot had seen it happen in front of her own eyes. She had watchedTilly throw the officer off without touching him, and then wave a hand andtransport him away without even batting an eye. There was no possible way forher to deny that any of that happened.

“Magic’s real.” Margot whispered in awe, staring at Tilly. Somehow thatvery sentence felt like she was admitting something she had been denying foryears. She felt better just for saying it and now the words had been utteredaloud, she knew they were as real as the magic Tilly displayed.

“I don’t understand what’s happening, Margot.” Tilly croaked.“Everything’s still so foggy.”

“I know… But it’s okay.” Margot said, reaching up and stroking some hairfrom Tilly’s face, pushing it behind her ear and smiling. “Everything will beokay so long as we stick together.”

“You won’t leave me?” Tilly begged.

“Never.” Margot swore. Then, because the moment felt right, she leanedforward and pressed a soft kiss against Tilly’s warm lips, pulling her closeras she did…

A burst of warm magic exploded from between them. They held the kiss butthey were both aware of the warm wind that rushed outward, not from their lipsexactly, but from all of them, stretching out, not just across the Heights, butto the rest of the country as well. In seconds the magic reached and touchedevery person who had once lived in Hyperion Heights, and all at once, everyperson woke up from the curse and remembered who they really were.

When the girls pulled away, they did so slowly, letting their eyesremain closed for a moment longer as they enjoyed the lingering feel of the magicof their kiss. Then, finally, they opened their eyes and looked at one another.

The fog in Tilly’s mind lifted like someone drawing the blinds. Sheblinked away as the last of the confusion faded and the bad day, or at leastthe worst of it at least, finally came to an end. Tilly took a step back, andAlice moved forward, her face breaking into a smile as she stared at thefamiliar face of the woman she loved. “Robin…” She croaked.

“Tower Girl.” Robin breathed, her own smile appearing as her own cursedpersona faded away.

They stared at each other, smiling like fools before they both leaned insharply for another, more passionate kiss.

They clung onto one another tightly, holding and deepening the kissuntil they had no choice but to pull away in order to breathe again. When theydid, they broke into excited giggles, still holding each other close and Robinmoved to press her forehead against Alice’s, shutting her eyes and taking aslow breath until her heart rate finally slowed to a steady calm beat.

Everything was okay now… They had found each other.

A sudden rumble from outside seemed to actually shake the ground and thewalls rattled loudly, a few objects they hadn’t knocked off in their searchbegan falling from the shelves and shattering on the ground as the hanginglights swung overhead. The bulbs flickered and there was another loud rumblethat followed it like an earthquake with a series of aftershocks.

“What’s happening?” Robin gasped, looking around the room in a panic.

Alice felt a rush of dread ruin their perfect moment. “Gothel. She’strying to destroy the world. She’s going to kill everyone! We have to stopher!”

There were so many questions. So many things they still had to say toone another. But sadly, all those things would have to wait.

“They must be near the theatre, where Gothel had you trapped.” Robinnodded.

“Let’s go,” Alice nodded, taking Robin’s hand and pulling her to thedoor.

Robin pulled her to a sudden stop before they could leave. “Wait a sec.”She said, letting go and rushing to the metal gate that closed off half theroom. She hesitated at the locked door, before turning away and running over tothe table where she picked up the discarded Dark One dagger from the floor. Ina hurry she used the daggers to physically break open the lock in her way andstepped inside.

A moment later, she returned with her bow back in hand and the arrowsresting over her back. “Let’s go.”

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