#that both phil and fit deemed too dangerous for now

[ludaroace]

idk thinking about the birthday party today and just . when ramon first brought up fits birthday ages ago i don’t remember exactly what stream it was but he told ramon that he would be happy with it being just the two of them . it took him a while to agree with ramon about inviting pac .

thinking about how today and how so many people showed up - like bad and phil weren’t even streaming, luzu was going to come but had to leave early, and pac left him a fucking trident of all things when he couldn’t make it . literally everyone online and their eggs showed up . dapper logged in after the party had started to show up !

i genuinely don’t think fit understood until today how much the others on the island actually cared about him . he STILL probably doesn’t fully understand . like he was even telling ramon that they don’t need to take up anyone’s time because they were planning on doing a dungeon (which was actually his party butttt he didn’t know that) DURING it .

idk and i KNOW there were some extremely emotional letters but empanada’s hit hard . thank you for protecting me but let us protect you sometimes too . i hope you feel as loved as you are .

#qsmp #q!fitmc #idk i sorta went crazy when i saw the trident and ik pac proabnly didn’t get it from the dungeon #that both phil and fit deemed too dangerous for now #and pac was there for that convo so his ass KNOWS #but like . the trident was deemed to big of a risk to get at the moment #and it’s fit’s thing to have one . like to the extent where #phil legit even apologized for not being able to get him one for his bday . like that’s how big of a deal it was #IDK AND THIS DOESNT EVEN TOUCH UPON SUNNY OR RAMON’S LETTERS #ik he said to sunny that they ARE family and i hope she understands #they never stopped being it was just a REALLY unfortunate choice of wording #and as the self appointed ramon person i will be going THROUGH that later #anyways shout out empanadas admin for being so good at saying the little of things that drive me wild how do you do this #time and time again she will say one thing that changes my brain chemistry #fitmc tag #sunny tag #ramon tag #empanada tag

[lu-undy]

Un-alone, Chapter 9

Here it is!

“Y’like following rugby, son? I can probably find a channel with it…” 

Philip was switching from channel to channel on the remote.

“I like it but not as much as Dad. I’m ok if you wanna watch somethin’ else, eh.”

“Ah, well… Oh, look, that’s the stuff I’m sure your mum would like, heh.”

Mundy and his uncle were on the sofa with a beer. 

“Oh yeah, she follows a show like that back home. Y’know the kind where it’s all about drama and all…?”

“Yeah, good thing she’s asleep or she’d have started to follow this one, eh?”

Both chuckled between two sips on their fresh beverage. 

“Oh by the way, I wanted to thank you, Micky.”

“What for?” Mundy’s head swung to his uncle. 

“It’s nice to have someone help me with the physio exercises. It gets borin’ when I’m on my own. I feel like it’s goin’ better since you’re here.”

“Oh, well, you’re welcome, it’s not much, eh?”

“Still, makes a difference to me. Thanks, Micky.”

Mundy nodded to his uncle with a smile.

“Mum got tired today, eh?”

“Y’know your mum, restless she is.”

“Yeah…”

“What did you two get to in town this mornin’?” Phil asked and drank a bit more of his beer.

“Ah, uh, Mum wanted to check the big mall she’d seen when she arrived. And we saw it was market day so I drove her there too. Allowed me to have a drive around with the van, get her used to American asphalt, eh?”

“I bet you’re more used to drivin’ in the desert, right?”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“Your mum’s been tellin’ me a lot about your job.”

Mundy’s head swooshed to his uncle.

A half surprised, half apprehensive “Oh…” slipped out of his lips. He averted his eyes.

“Apparently you’re real good… I’m proud, son.”

Mundy’s eyes snapped wide. 

“Oh, uh, I mean… Thanks.”

“She even said you worked for the police and all. Y’know, it’s hard for us to admit we’re not big enough for the job and go get help from the outside. You should be proud.”

Mundy nodded but kept his head lowered. 

“I’m serious, Micky. I know your parents won’t tell you, but I’m sure at least part of them are proud of you too.”

Mundy blushed and in the dimness of the evening, it was invisible to his uncle.

“I’ve uh…” Philip resumed. “I’ve called back at work.”

“Oh, is there a problem?”

“Nah, I just wanted to know what kind of job they gave you.”

Mundy’s eyebrows jumped.

“You could’ve just asked me.”

“You’d never have answered, Micky.”

“Yeah, well…”

They exchanged a smile.

“So they told you?” Mundy asked.

“They didn’t. They said it was sensitive info.” 

“Ah…” Mundy scratched the back of his neck. 

“Real proud I am, son. If they call you for stuff like that, then you’re really somethin’!” He gently punched Mundy’s shoulder and the young man chuckled out of nervousness. “C’mon!”

“You told Mum?”

“Nah, I didn’t. She’d worry and make your dad worry with her. But I wanted to chat with you about it. They said they called you in because you’re a brilliant hunter.”

“Y-yeah, I guess.”

“C’mon, quit the modesty, son! You’re amazin’ with a rifle, and talking about your mum, I wanted to ask you somethin’.”

“Yeah?”

“She told me a few things about your work.”

Mundy sighed. He knew it would come, his uncle being proud was too good to be true.

“She’s worried, isn’t she?” He made the call himself.

“Yeah. She’s worried cause-”

“I know, I’m gonna get at the wrong end of a gun one day, I know... “

“Nah, Micky. Not that.”

“What?” Mundy raised a curious eyebrow.

“I mean, yeah, your job’s dangerous and all. But there’s stuff she doesn’t really get about you, you know…?”

“What?” Mundy repeated, oblivious as to where his uncle was going.

“Listen,” Phil lowered the volume on the TV. He looked left and right, as if to make sure that his sister wouldn’t appear out of nowhere. “Your mum’s… not really worried but uh… let’s say curious.”

“About what? Is it about the long trips out with the van?”

“A bit… I mean… Is it for work?”

“Sometimes, yeah. Hunting stuff sometimes takes days, even weeks. But if I know I’m gonna be away for a long time, I sometimes make the trip back home, for Mum and Dad to not get anxious or anything.”

“Why not just tell them straight up that you have to be away for work?”

“Because they don’t like my job.”

“So what? You prefer to go and not say anythin’?”

“Better than pick up another fight with them.” Mundy said. “I’m just tired of it.”

“Of your job?”

“Nah, I love my job. I’m tired with them not likin’ it. I get it, it’s dangerous and I get bruised sometimes. Beasts are rough but… It’s the only thing I know how to do and I love doin’ it. It’s challengin’ work, outdoors. You see beautiful species, get to work with them and all. Beautiful beasts out there in Oz, you know?”

“Look at you… All dreamy eyes and lazy smile.”

Both chuckled. One out of shame in front of his uncle. 

“You really like it, it’s awesome.You looked like you were talkin’ about some girl there.”

“Yea-I guess.” Mundy looked away.

“Hey, now, c’mon, it’s alright, don’t go all red and all, eh?”

“Yeah, well…” The nephew scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“Y’know, I fancied a lot of girls back in my days.” Philip started, hoping that Mundy would yield and tell him more about himself. “They looked nice and all but… In all my time, y’know, I was like you now, all red in the face and didn’t really get what they wanted.”

Mundy nodded politely, still uncomfortable.

“But now look at me… Never really managed to talk to them or anything. See, there were a few that were really good.” Philip stared in front of him and Mundy could see that this uncle saw these women in his living-room, as if they were really there. “Oh, they were something, really, and I remember my mum bein’ pushy with me and all…” He shook his head. “Got me in the same state as you are now.” Phil finally made eye-contact with his nephew. 

“Hm.”

Philip waited, hoping for Mundy to open up, but to no avail. When the silence became more than awkward, with the low volume on the TV not enough to distract them back to the screen, Phil broke it. 

“So, uh… You got anybody?”

“You mean…?”

“Yeah, a girl.”

“N-nah, I don’t.”

There was a pause. 

“Anyone in sight?” Phil asked.

“L-look, I’ll uh, I’ll go to bed. It’s late.” 

And as furtive as the wind, Mundy went to the guest room and closed the door before sliding between the sheets. 

His eyes stayed open and his heart was beating faster than he had let it on. Thank God people couldn’t feel the heat rise on his body, or sense his discomfort. If he had been facing beasts, it would have been a completely different story…

Mundy closed his eyes but his brow was still furrowed. 

Ha. It would have happened sooner or later. “The talk”.

Not the teenager edition of it though, no. The grown up one. The “you’re forty, where are my grandkids” one. 

The truth was that Mundy had had that argument - not really a discussion at this point - with his father. It was a few years back, he was alone with him, collecting the eggs around the garden on an early morning, giving Caroline a few extra hours of sleep. 

“So, son… What about sheilas?”

Mundy’s eyebrows twitched but he kept focused on the task at hand.

“Got anyone you wanna introduce to us?” His father Mike insisted. 

“N-nah, not really.”

“Oh… I know we never really talked about it but uh… It’d be nice if you found someone, get yourself a nice sheila and all… Maybe kids?”

Mundy stopped sharp as he was bending down to grab some eggs. 

“Have you thought about it?”

“N-nah.”

“I know that findin’ a good sheila these days is pretty hard but uh… I’m sure there are some left. If you’re a good boy, then there must be a good sheila for you!”

Mundy was red on the cheeks. He looked away.

“Son? Hey…”

Mike put a hand on his son’s shoulder to turn him around and face him. 

“What is it?”

Mundy raised his eyes to him, he looked and wished he could tell him more. Well, there’s a few things he could tell…

“I uh… They’re complicated.”

“Ho, yeah, they are…!” Mike chuckled and nodded. “When I first met your mum, she was a puzzle and a half to me!”

Mundy smiled. That wasn’t exactly what he had meant but as long as his father got an answer that he deemed satisfactory, then he wouldn’t talk about any of that for a while. He wasn’t proud of it, but that had always been Mundy’s strategy, buying time. Until what? God only knew. One thing was for sure, the Aussie couldn’t tell the truth to his parents. They would never understand and it was hard enough to impose his job on them. He didn’t have the strength and patience to try to impose anything else. 

And what was the truth in the end?

Well, to put it simply, Mundy had had a few adventures, here and there, a few girls.

The last one was years ago. Julia she was called. Outgoing, funny, and quite pretty she was. They had met in a pub and of course, she had taken the first step to him, as he went to get a pint after his little performance with the sax. 

They had joked and laughed and spent quite a nice evening, all the way till the pub was closing. They found themselves outside, the cold air of the deep night hitting their skin in the most pleasant way after simmering in the hot pub for hours. 

"Can you give me a ride home?" She had asked. 

"Uh, sure. Me van's right there." Mundy carried his saxophone case in one hand and pointed to his van as they both approached it. 

"Wow, that's cool…! Livin' on the roads, huh?" 

"Sometimes." 

"Free as a bird." 

They exchanged a look and a smile as Mundy unlocked it. 

"I'll just put the sax back, gimme a sec."

"Oh, uh, can I see what it looks like inside?" 

He had blushed. 

"Uh, I-I didn't tidy it up or anything. The place is a downright mess right now…"

"Please, c'mon, just to see how you fit in there." She joked. 

"What?" 

"You're so tall, I'm sure you have to bend down once you're in!"

They chuckled. 

"Nah, I don't."

"I don't believe you…" She teased and Mundy sighed. "Right, right, come and have a look then…" 

He opened the backdoor and jumped in. He put the saxophone away and as he turned back to Julia, she also had slipped in. 

"See how - oh… Uh… I mean…" Mundy was confused. She could have asked before entering and why was she closing the door now? "Julia? Uh… Oh…"

She had walked to him, in the dark, and pushed herself against him. Lacing her hand around his neck, she had pushed herself to the tip of her toes to reach him. She pushed her lips against his and Mundy's eyes snapped wide. 

Julia let her hands slowly trail on his polo shirt, while Mundy was petrified, a billion questions fusing in his head. 

She pushed him gently until his back was against the ladder leading to his bunk bed. That's when she slid her hands under his shirt and started to feel his bare skin, his stomach, soft, but not too much, his lean chest and his ribs making his skin wave right above them. Hairs on the chest and a trail down his stomach until her fingers bumped on his trousers and belt. 

Mundy didn't know how to react, what to say, so he let it happen. 

She unbuckled the belt and lost no time. Julia pushed them down, along with his boxer shorts and started pawing at his hips before her hands slid behind. Small but soft, and it all fit in her hands. He felt her smile against his lips. He closed his eyes and frowned. 

"C'mon, get up there…" She said, as if she had owned the place, and afraid as he was, Mundy obeyed. 

He wasn't scared of Julia herself. He wasn't scared of what she would do to him. Nah, of course not. He was scared of his own body and its reactions. 

Or rather, the lack thereof. 

When both were on the bed, Mundy started feeling Julia's hot and naked skin against his. He screwed his eyes shut and tried to imagine what he needed. 

She went down on him, taking a taste of every bit she pleased until her head was between Mundy's thighs. 

"Oh…"

She took it for a moan, but it was only surprise. That sheila was losing no bloody time. 

She worked on him and Mundy tried. He waved his hips in rhythm, shutting his eyes and curling up his toes, holding his breath. His efforts got him sweating and more embarrassed by the minute. 

At some point of course, she stopped. Not because she didn't want to proceed, but because Mundy's body wasn't reacting at all. He wasn't moaning, he wasn't relaxing, he wasn't enjoying himself. 

"Is there a problem?" 

Her voice made Mundy's eyes snap open in a fraction of a second. He felt ashamed, embarrassed beyond what words could describe. God damn it! Even drunk he couldn't fake it! Even trying to picture someone else in her stead he couldn't get his body to warm up to the idea?! 

"N-nah, I mean…"

"Don't lie to me, Mundy. It's been a long while of me ignoring it but I can't do anythin' to you.  You don't like it or what?" 

"No, nah, I do like it, it's just… uh…"

"So it's me? You don't like me? You find me ugly or somethin'?" 

Mundy's eyes had adjusted to the dark and he could see Julia's naked silhouette. All the curves were where a man would dream them to be. 

"No, you look fine - I mean, you look great…"

"Look, just be honest with me or I can just leave and get back home." 

She waited and Mundy's brain was running faster than a hamster in a wheel. 

"Uh - I mean…. Uhm…" 

He tried to find a way to say the words but his mouth was petrified, his skull was pressing hard on his brain and his vision had tunnelled to her eyes. 

"M'sorry…" He said and looked away. 

"Fuck's sake…" She sighed and got down his bed before dressing up hastily and leaving, slamming the door shut on her way out. 

Mundy was left as he was right now: on his bed alone, thinking about himself. 

Bloody hell. 

He had tried everything with sheilas, nothing had worked. He had tried to go for tomboys, for the most masculine of them all, trying to convince himself that they were his style but no. As close to a man as he found them, they were never a man. 

The Aussie turned in his bed and now faced the wall, in his uncle's guest room. 

He had tried very hard, for his parents, for himself. He had tried cheap magazines with all kinds of girls, he had let his friends set him up with women they thought would suit him. 

It was always the same. The same bloody curse. 

Chatting was fine. More than that? He didn't feel like it. 

He had stopped seeing his friends. He had run out of excuses to give them as to why the girls they sent him didn't suit him. They had stopped looking for him too, they just thought he was atrociously picky and naturally, the distance grew between those people that Mundy once used to call “mates”. 

Between his parents not liking his job one bit and his friends not understanding him either, Mundy found himself alone. At times, he wished it was different but most of the time, he lived perfectly in his little bubble. 

It was only when people challenged his bubble, came a bit too close with a needle and poked, that he retracted within himself, like a snail to his shell. 

Thinking about that night with Julia again, he felt it all come back to him. The indescribable shame, the look she had given him of disappointment, frustration, and the fact that he had led her to think that she could have more fun time with him, a lie? Nah, he had never dropped any, uh, hints, or anything to make her believe that he wanted her on his bed and between his legs, fiddling with his intimacy, in vain. 

Mundy could hardly face the truth himself. 

On the occasion of his body asking him to take care of his needs, he would close his eyes and imagine a tone and lean body, soft skin of any color, he couldn’t care less. The only thing he asked of that image, was that it was of a… male body. No feminine curves, no tiny waist for large hips. Mundy liked a bit of hair on his model, on the chest, on his forearms, his thighs and of course, in between them. 

He fantasised vividly about the lean silhouette slowly peeling his clothes off of himself, the fabrics gently sliding down like the petals of a flower that opens to reveal all its colours. Oh Gosh, the shoulders, slightly smaller than his own, a thin waist, the V-line on the hips that slipped under his trousers… Bloody hell.

Mundy closed his eyes. 

The silhouette turned to give him his back and he heard the metallic click of a belt being unbuckled, before he saw the trousers follow the thin legs all the way down to the floor in front of him. As he raised his eyes again, he saw that the underwear had been pushed down too and his gaze met with what had some effect on his body. 

Mundy bit his lip. 

In his mind, he extended his hands and touched, just a graze of the tip of his calloused fingers on the man’s backside before he cupped it and squeezed. Mmh, soft, yet one could feel the underlying muscle. He pulled him closer and the silhouette turned to face him. Bloody hell, what a sight… 

Mundy went on in his dream and fell asleep. 

A thought had always stood at the back of his mind, whenever he imagined what his body wanted. He had never imagined the face, never imagined anything that could make that person special or recognisable. And it was crucial that it stayed that way. Mundy didn’t want to imagine anything specific. 

It could be anyone, he could be him, he could be that one, it could even be...

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #unalone

[itsmyusualphannie]

you had me at hydrangea

Chapter 4/6 - hey how’s it growing

“I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.” ― Francesca Lia Block, Dangerous Angels

a phan flower shop/video editor au

(read on ao3) - start from the beginning!

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~~~

“Don’t be weird,” Dan told himself. He sucked in a lungful of air and raised his hand to knock. He rapped a few times and winced at the echoing sounds that ricocheted in the narrow hallway. His stomach was tight with anticipation, and he was nervous enough that sweat beaded on his forehead. He didn’t know what to expect - what did mostly-friends do on a video game and pizza night? Or...date? He still wasn’t sure about that. Phil’s brief text yesterday that had contained his address hadn’t been very informative.

There was a thud somewhere in the flat and frantic running, then the door was hauled open. “Hi!” said Phil. “Um.” He looked like he wanted to slam the door back in Dan’s face. “Er, sorry. I’ll...gimme a second. Wait, no, come in.”

Dan’s mouth had gone dry. He stepped inside, sweeping his tongue across his parched lips subconsciously. Phil was wearing nothing but a pair of low-cut jeans and colourful socks, his naked chest gleaming in the light from the hallway.

“Sorry!” said Phil again, closing the door and locking it. He looked adorably flustered. “I was - I forgot what time it was. I was trying to do laundry. Sorry. Hold on.” He scurried toward an open door near the back of the flat. Dan stared unapologetically at the ripples of his bare back. “Make yourself at home!” Phil called back as he vanished into the room.

Dan blinked rapidly to try to clear his thoughts. He’d wanted to bite. He wondered if Phil regularly wandered about his flat in nothing but trousers and socks when he was doing laundry.

“What do you like on your pizza?” Phil called. There was a crash from the room. “I’m fine!”

“Uh…” said Dan. “Anything, I guess.” He glanced around the living room, taking in the slumped sofa and matching ottoman that stood in front of Phil’s wide television set. There were a dining table and chairs between the sofa and the kitchen counter, which was open and visible from the front door. Houseplants, stuffed plushies, video game and movie posters, and candles were everywhere. It all seemed undeniably...Phil.

Phil came out of the bedroom, fighting his shirt as he tried to fit both of his arms through it at once. “Goddamnit,” he said. His head finally poked through and his hair looked wild. “Sorry, again,” he repeated for probably the fifth time. “I thought it was like an hour earlier than it is. I was trying to wash my bedsheets.”

“Why’s that?” Dan said. He winked and immediately regretted it.

A red tint was climbing Phil’s cheeks. He nudged a floor plant that was reaching for his legs with long leaves. “Uh, actually...I spilt milk on them. Like half of a cupful.”

“How?” Dan asked, disbelieving. It would have been a preposterous lie. He desperately wanted to make a joke about ‘cream,’ but resisted.

Phil waved a hand. “It involved a carbonating machine. Don’t ask.”

That just made Dan want to know even more, but he changed the subject and said instead, “So, pizza? Was there something that you don’t like on it?”

“Not too much cheese,” Phil said. “But I like all pizzas. Ooh, especially the Sizzler.”

“That was discontinued,” Dan pointed out.

Phil looked grumpy. “Yeah, I know. I’ve emailed them like fifty times. It’s my favourite.”

“Well,” said Dan, barely resisting a smile, “we could create a pizza.”

Nodding very seriously, Phil agreed, “We could. We will. But how hungry are you right now? We could play some Mario first before ordering. Since it’s only six.”

“Not very hungry,” Dan admitted. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the shirt that clung tantalizingly to Phil’s chest. It looked like it was much too tight, but Dan certainly wasn’t going to complain. “What about you?”

“Not very,” Phil echoed. He headed for the kitchen, yanking open various drawers and looking hilariously confused at the contents of each. “Do you like Ribena?” he asked.

Dan had followed him and he leaned against the bar between the dining area and the kitchen. “Yeah, of course.”

“Good!” said Phil. “Because I don’t have anything else except water.”

Dan snorted a laugh. He watched Phil as he moved around the kitchen and prepared two glasses of Ribena. “So,” Dan said, for once feeling like a conversation might come relatively easily to him, “how did the meeting with your supervisor go? Also, how was your trip to visit your parents this last weekend? I forgot to ask while you were in the shop on Thursday.” It helped that he genuinely wanted to know and wasn’t just trying to make small-talk.

Phil took a careful sip out of one of the glasses and apparently deemed it worthy, as he offered the other glass to Dan. Taking it, Dan followed him back over to the living and sat down on one end of the sofa, avoiding the tiny cactus on the side table.

Phil hadn’t answered him the entire time, but he did now as he set down his drink on the side table that was on the other end of the sofa. “The meeting was...a meeting,” he said reluctantly. “I hadn’t finished my project in time so I had to ask for an extension. But that’s only because the client had requested more work and I didn’t have nearly enough time to do it.”

Dan nodded understandingly, taking a sip of his Ribena. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“Anyway, totally exciting,” Phil said, rolling his eyes. He moved to the TV and began setting up the game. Dan watched him unashamedly, enjoying the sliver of skin that appeared between Phil’s shirt and pants as he bent over.

“But!” said Phil. “Visiting my parents was loads of fun. My brother and his girlfriend were there, as I think I mentioned, so we all spent time together and it was great. We played Monopoly and I won.” He looked pleased with that declaration. “I don’t win very often. My parents usually control the entire board and crush all of us, but this time my dad was trying to cook something in the kitchen so Martyn and I kept my mom in jail most of the time.”

Dan couldn’t fight the grin that had inhabited his face. “That does sound like fun.” He wished his family visits were like that. They weren’t bad, just quiet and familiar, with nothing exciting like board games or friendly competition, or just hanging out for the sake of being together.

“It was.” Phil nodded. He stood, stretched, and then yawned before settling onto the sofa beside Dan. “But what did you do while I was gone? Anything super exciting?”

Dan had to regather his thoughts. They’d scattered when Phil’s knee had pressed against his own. He absent-mindedly accepted the controller that Phil handed him. “Er...I mean, not really. Just work. And on the weekends I usually just sit around at my flat to play games and be lazy all day.” He mused internally, considering if that made him seem pathetic and lonely, and decided that it might, so he added, “And I went out with Louise.” He felt an urge to tell Phil about his attempts at writing an actual piece of music, but couldn’t make himself bring it up.

“Fun!” said Phil, when Dan said nothing else. He’d powered on the game and the familiar sounds of Mario Kart were chirping at them. Shifting in his seat, his leg fell away from Dan’s. Dan missed it immediately. He wondered if Phil had done it on purpose. “Okay!” Phil said. “Best of three?”

Dan narrowed his eyes at him, the thrill of competition surging in him. “You’re on, mate.”

~~~

They played for a solid hour, banter and threats flying, before Phil let out a loud whine of defeat, biting his controller as he threw himself sideways across the couch. “Why?” he moaned.

Dan let out a cackle of triumph, his arms high above his head. He stretched casually, smirking down at Phil’s posture of despair. “I am the Mario Kart champion!” he declared.

Phil was still angrily chewing on the corner of his controller. At least Dan knew where the teeth prints had come from that were on his own. “You didn’t tell me you were an expert,” he accused.

“I give my prey very little warning before I completely obliterate them,” Dan told him. “But that was pretty pathetic. Best out of twenty, and you still only won three.”

Phil sulked at him, a frankly adorable frown tugging at his mouth. He’d thrown his feet up onto the couch when he fell sideways and his toes were digging into Dan’s thighs. Even rumpled in casual clothes and teeth clenched tight on the plastic of his controller, he still looked unbearably attractive. Dan wondered if he could convince Phil to bite him instead of the controller.

“I hate you,” Phil confidently told Dan.

Dan just laughed and poked his toes. Phil screeched and yanked them away, and Dan filed that reaction away into the rapidly-filling ‘Phil’ box in his mind. “Sure you do. Best out of thirty?”

“No.” Phil looked disgruntled. “I’m ordering pizza. Then we can play something I’m good at. Like Mortal Kombat.”

Dan decided not to tell Phil the hundreds of hours he’d spent playing that game in his room as a teenager. There was no need to spoil the surprise of Phil’s imminent destruction. He stood, collecting the long-empty glasses on the side tables. “Fine. I’ll get more Ribena. Order the pizza. I like barbecue or the chicken bacon ranch pizza. Get it half-and-half with whatever you want.”

Phil had fallen back fully against the couch armrest, sprawling his legs across the still-warm seat Dan had vacated and pulling out his phone to tap at it. Dan pulled his gaze away from Phil’s impossibly long legs and headed to the kitchen. He found the Ribena, but almost collided with the still-open cabinet doors. He cursed colourfully when his shin banged into a drawer that was hanging out. He hadn’t even seen Phil open this one earlier. He considered reprimanding Phil for it but decided they weren’t yet at that point in their...relationship. Friendship. Whatever this was.

Dan was filled with a sudden resolve to figure out just what it was, so he hurriedly filled the glasses with a Ribena-water mixture and went back into the lounge. Phil was still stretched across the sofa, his legs taking up an intolerable amount of space. Dan reluctantly shoved at them instead of giving in to the temptation of just sitting on Phil.

Phil pulled his knees up against his chest in place of letting them fall off the couch. He squinted as his phone. “Okay,” he said. “It’s half barbecue and half Hawaiian. Do you like jalepeños?”

“Yep. In moderation.” Dan settled himself into his seat. He put one of the Ribena glasses down onto the side table and took a sip from the other, musing over how to actually bring up the subject of...this. Did he just come right out and ask if it was a date? Phil hadn’t exactly made it clear. And he hadn’t made any moves unless bumping into him and then quickly shuffling away counted as a move.

“It should be here in about thirty minutes!” Phil announced.

Dan considered that, maybe, he should just wait and see how the night went. Surely Phil would give him a signal soon.

Phil snatched the controller from where it’d fallen beside him and he shook it threateningly at Dan. “Time for battle, mate.”

“Oh, you’re on,” Dan assured him. He abandoned his Ribena and they were right back at it again.

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It was a good two hours later. Dan was slumped across the side of the sofa, still feeling unbelievably stuffed full of pizza. His legs were tucked under him and he watched Phil half-heartedly direct his character through Skyrim. Dan didn’t understand the comfort level he had after so little time spent with Phil. Was it weird to feel so utterly relaxed after barely three hours spent in his company? They’d sort of gotten to know each other for the past three months, sure, but this was the first time Dan had felt like he was spending real time with him. He wanted to know everything about Phil. Maybe that’s what was weird.

“Ugh,” said Phil. He had just died on-screen. “Stupid wolves.” He paused the game and dropped the controller, falling sideways across his own side of the sofa and clutching his stomach with a groan. “I never want to move again.”

“We ate far too much,” Dan agreed. He couldn’t look away from the length of Phil’s neck as he stared aimlessly up at the ceiling.

“Hey, Dan,” said Phil, not looking over at him.

“Hmm?”

Dan could see the corners of Phil’s lips tugging up. “What does a flower therapist ask her patients?”

“Please don’t,” said Dan.

“Are you feeling bouquet?” Phil laughed before Dan could even react, his mouth breaking in a wide grin. “Get it?”

“You’re the worst kind of person,” Dan told him.

Uncaring, Phil hauled his legs up on the sofa and stretched them out across the distance between them. He stopped just before his toes hit Dan’s thighs, gaze still affixed to the ceiling above them. Dan wanted to poke his feet again to see how he would react but was ultimately too lazy to actually reach over and do it. Once more, he wondered if this was a date. He’d never been so at ease before with someone he might be on a date with. Then again, he’d never been confused if he was on a date or not.

The dip of Phil’s collarbone taunted him.

Fuck it, Dan thought. There was no way to know unless he asked. 

The moment he had decided this, his phone, abandoned on the ottoman, shrilled loudly at him. Phil’s head fell over to look at it. Dan glared at the buzzing device, willing it to shut up and give back his silent moment. It rang once, twice, three times.

“Are you going to answer that?” Phil asked. His voice sounded rough and tired. God, Dan wanted to know if this was a date.

“I guess.” Reluctantly, he leaned forward far enough to snag the phone. He scowled at the caller ID with bemusement. “What the fuck.” Louise knew perfectly well where he was tonight. There was no reason for her to be calling him. “Hello,” he answered it, no inflection in his tone whatsoever.

“Dan!” Her voice was high with nerves. “I’m so sorry!”

He sat up instantly. “What’s wrong?” Phil was watching him keenly.

“I’d never do this, you know me,” she insisted. She sounded fantastically apologetic and stressed at the same time. Something banged on her side and Dan flinched the phone away from his ear. When he brought it back, she sounded out-of-breath. “I just got a rush order for a wedding tomorrow morning! I have to make eighty different bouquets. Please, I swear I’ll make it up to you, but I need your help. They’re due at four o’clock.”

Dan glanced at the clock on his phone. It was just past nine. If he got there in the next thirty minutes, they might be able to get it done in time. There was no way she could do it by herself. “Christ, Louise.”

“I know!” she said. “I would never accept an order like this, but they’re paying like triple the normal amount since it’s an emergency and a big wedding. Their other florist dumped them because the bride’s dad tried to hook up with her or something. I dunno. Just. I’m really sorry, I know this is like your date with Phil but I really, really need help.”

Dan sighed. It was a very weighty, disgruntled sigh. “Goddamnit. Fine. You’re making this up to me.” And he would never get her flowers like Phil had gotten for his boss.

“I will!” she promised. “I promise I will. And tell Phil I’m sorry too.”

“Yeah, whatever,” he said. He hung up and let the phone dangle from limp fingers.

Phil had sat up, his legs drawn to him. “Louise?” He had a resigned look on his face that Dan hated.

“Yeah,” Dan said. “Some flower emergency. She needs my help. She’s really sorry.”

“It’s fine. I mean, we were kind of in a food coma and barely doing anything, anyway.” Phil waved a hand as if it didn’t mean anything, but his expression seemed like it did, just a little.

Dan managed to get to his feet and Phil stood with him, nudging the empty pizza box to the side. Dan made his way to the door and let Phil get ahead of him to open it, but he didn’t leave right away. He hesitated in the doorframe. A plant by the door, the first thing he’d seen besides Phil’s naked chest when he’d arrived, reached its long leaves to swipe against his face.

Phil, too close, reached up and brushed it away from Dan’s cheek. He looked fond, and Dan hoped.

“Phil,” he said. He wondered if the tone of his voice had sounded strange, but it was hard to concentrate when Phil was this near to him, undoubtedly staring at Dan’s lips.

Phil’s gaze flickered up and met Dan’s. His eyes were warm in the light from the hallway.

“Is this. Are you…” Dan didn’t know how to say it. “Are we - what.” He stopped, frustrated with himself. “What is this?” That wasn’t how he’d meant to say it. He tried to regroup his thoughts.

But Phil had glanced down at the phone still in Dan’s hand and he took a hasty step backwards. He swallowed visibly. “This was fun!” he said. “We should hang out more often. I can - I’ll text you.” He smiled, and it looked sad, but it was a real smile. “We’ll be great friends, I can tell.”

“No,” said Dan. Or at least, he thought he’d said it. Maybe he’d only thought it. There was no way Phil only wanted to be friends, Dan was sure. There was a reason for all of this waiting Dan had done, wasn’t there? There was a reason Phil had come every week to the little flower shop where Dan worked, watching him when he thought Dan wasn’t looking. There had to be a reason Phil stared at him for too long, stared at his lips. 

Dan took a step forward, closing the distance Phil had made between them. “Phil,” he said, and this time he’d actually said it aloud. His voice sounded too firm, even to his own ears. “You watch me. It means something, doesn’t it?”

Phil skittered backwards. His blue, blue eyes were wide and panicked. “No!” he said. “Of course not. I’m sorry. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. I mean, it doesn’t mean anything. Look, I wasn’t trying to…” His arms flailed. “You didn’t notice. I thought.”

Dan couldn’t make sense of anything Phil was saying. The words were scrambled together and made no sense in Dan’s head. Maybe they weren’t actually English.

“Look,” said Phil. He was still flustered. “I’ll stop.”

“Don’t!” Dan burst out. He couldn’t bear the thought of whatever Phil meant by stop. Stop coming to the flower shop? Stop talking to Dan? Stop giving him those wanting looks that Dan had evidently been misreading this entire time?  “Please,” said Dan. He searched desperately for meaning in what Phil had said before. He felt unmoored, flummoxed. Nothing was going the way he’d thought it would. “You can come to the shop. Anytime. We can be friends if you want.” That must be what Phil wanted.

Phil’s face was collapsing with relief. “Okay,” he said. “Friends. Yes.”

Dan’s phone buzzed again. Louise was impatient with her urgency.

Phil shifted from foot to foot, hand on the door. “I’ll text you,” he said, casting another inscrutable glance to Dan’s phone.

“Okay,” said Dan.

The door was shut in his face, Phil’s movements hasty with his desire to get away from Dan.

Dan waited for a few very long moments. Something felt tight and wrong in his chest. This wasn’t what he’d expected. He didn’t know what he’d expected. Anything but this.

“God,” Dan said then, a curse, maybe, or a plea to some higher power to give meaning to what just occurred. Either way, no answer revealed itself. That was fine. Phil wanted to be friends. Dan could do just friends. He could do anything if it meant Phil would still be near him. So, yeah. It definitely hadn’t been a date.

“God,” Dan said again. 

He left.

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Demons and Diners: Nightmare Before Christmas

Nightmare Before Christmas 

Read Demons and Diners first! This is part 1.5 in the series.

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Summary: Dan's helping Phil get set up for the annual Christmas-ish party by decorating the mansion, but something about the way Phil's been treating him lately has started to grate on his nerves. TW descriptions of panic attack

“Phil? No, no, Phil what are you doing?” I laugh at him - he’s about four feet above the top of my head, trying to hang an incredibly ornate wreath in the grand ballroom. “No, it’s too low! The other one is much higher!” I step back a few more paces, trying to determine how level the other decorations are in comparison.

“You just said it was too high!” Phil protests, wings beating gently to keep him afloat. I’m distracted for a moment by the bright red pattern painted across the leathery membrane before I realize he’s lowering himself to the ground. “There, that’s good, right?”

I return my attention to the wreaths, which are actually pretty even now.

“Okay, yeah, those look fine,” I smile at him, and he disappears through the nearby portal - I’m told it leads to some huge storage warehouse (of course there’s one of those in this giant labyrinth). Phil emerges a moment later with what looks to be an enormous version of a Christmas tree base, and I furrow my brows in confusion.

Before their honeymoon, PJ had explained to me that this celebration was something like the human Christmas - a little less gift-giving, a little more focused on the ‘traditional’ aspects: family, festivities, and well-wishing. The newlyweds are due back at the end of the week, only two days away now, just before the party Phil’s throwing. I snort at the thought - for a guy who claimed to hate parties not but two months ago, he’s spent most of my time here searching for any excuse to gather everyone together and celebrate; I think we’ve had four events in the span of the last month, easily.

“Okay, we need the tree before we can finish decorating. I’ll go get that, maybe tomorrow?” Phil’s thinking aloud as he sets the heavy metal contraption in the center of the room - a space has been cleared, a very large one, and I try to imagine a tree that would actually fill it. Jesus, that’d be enormous. But if the rest of the decorations are any clue, I shouldn’t be surprised - the wreaths alone are larger than I am tall.

“Do you need my help with that as well?” I offer, since he’s been dragging me around for the past three days to decorate every corner of the mansion and diner. I cross over to him as he folds his wings, but they dematerialize the moment before I wrap arms around his waist. Though I’ve already seen him in full demon mode, he seems pretty unwilling to display that side of him around me unless it’s necessary.

His hands find mine across his stomach, and he twists in my loose grip until we’re face to face. Though I’m intent on watching his bright blue eyes, I can’t help but notice when a twinge of doubt crosses his features; I don’t comment. A smile quickly replaces it, followed by an annoyingly patronizing kiss. Okay, maybe I’m just assuming it’s patronizing.

“No, this is something I’ll probably need to do on my own, but thanks for offering,” he gives me a quick squeeze then shuts down the portal behind him. A gentle tug of his arm at my back prompts me into movement, and we’re both heading toward the stairwell.

“Are you sure? I don’t have to do anything, if it’s not safe or whatever,” for all the help he’s been asking of me, he keeps me far and away from the actual task at hand - like giving him directions for how to hang decorations while he hauls them into place. I can feel the way he’s babying me, as if I’m going to snap in two just from helping lift a heavy object or something.

And it’s infuriating. I get that I’m human, but Chris has been just fine here for hundreds of years, why am I any different?

“No, this will require a bit of a trip,” he smiles over his shoulder before descending the stairs in front of me, and I suppress a huff of annoyance. I’m not going to break, alright? You have no idea what I’ve been through, I’m tougher than you’re giving me credit for.

I want to say all those words, and maybe some more, but I just follow in frustrated silence.

“I’ve got some bookkeeping to take care of,” Phil begins as he stops in front of my room - though we’ve sort of been sharing his room, and he’s expanded it a bit to fit us both more comfortably, he insists I keep my own space just in case.

“That’s fine, I work in-” I pause beside him, checking my phone. “Shit, ten minutes, okay I’ll see you later!” I press a quick kiss to his cheek, and he chuckles at me before continuing down the corridor.

I quickly change into my uniform and take off down the hall. Despite working a fairly busy shift, my mind keeps flowing back to Phil and the way he’s been treating me. The moment I made the connection between his protectiveness and my being human, things keep popping up - the time he insisted I stay in my room while he investigated a potential attack on the diner (turned out to just be a drunk patron), when he refused to let me help Louise with a particularly challenging dish (there were live...creatures involved), not to mention the fact that he still never shows off his demon form in my presence.

Phil’s treating me like some breakable china doll. I set the bused plates down in the kitchen with a loud clang, rattling the metal table.

“Honey, what has got you so wound up?” Louise calls from across the kitchen, and I spin in a huff.

“It’s Phil,” I groan, and she throws her head back with a laugh. Bright white flashes in a way I wasn’t expecting, and I catch a glimpse of the long fangs hiding inside her mouth.

“Of course it is, nothing else would get you so hot and bothered,” she responds when she’s finished laughing. She waves her sous chef over - James, the cat-eyed man I had met several weeks ago - and he takes her place at the stovetop. Freed for a minute, she walks over; only once she’s stood in front of me, arms crossed against her chest and an eyebrow cocked, does she speak again.

“Alright, what’s going on? He being secretive? Done something mean? Stole your cereal?” She gasps at me, then leans in conspiratorially. “Did he do something in bed you didn’t fancy?” I was about to explain things until she said that last bit, now I’m just blushing furiously.

“No, no, nothing like that,” I mumble, suddenly incredibly uncomfortable. “I mean, he’s...no, he’s fine in bed, I just…” I bury my hands in my face, mostly to shut myself up. Why on earth would I say that? Get it together, Dan, jesus.

“Well, out with it then, hon, I ain’t got all day!” She almost shouts it, and I’m wishing I had some magical ability to curl into a ball and disappear. Or a portal, to escape. Anything to keep the curious eyes of the kitchen staff from staring at us.

“I, uh…” I pause, about to tell her - but would she understand? She’s not human, either… I go for it anyway. “He’s treating me like I’m fragile, I think. Just because I’m human!” I try to sound indignant, but it comes across as whiny, and I curl my lip in annoyance.

“Well, you are human, and you have to remember how little time we all spend among humanity. Can’t really blame him for not knowing what all you can and can’t handle,” she reasons, fixing a hard gaze on me. I sigh, rolling my eyes. Of course she’s going to be all logical about it.

“Fine, fine, but how am I supposed to show him I’m not going to break the moment something slightly bad happens? I can’t very well just throw myself into some dangerous situation and hope I survive,” I say it aloud, but I’m suddenly wondering if I can’t do exactly that. If I show him I can handle something he’s deemed unsafe for humans, maybe he’ll reconsider?

“Oh no, I know that look,” Louise pouts at me, narrowing her eyes. “Whatever it is, do not expect me to help! I want no part in putting you straight into danger, love,” she spins on a heel, returning to her station and sending James back to his work.

I spend the rest of my shift rolling that idea over in my head, formulating a plan.

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Though I went to bed alone, immediately after my shift - and fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow - I wake in Phil’s arms. I burrow into his chest, dreading actually getting up and hoping he’ll just stay asleep a bit longer. He’s not one to spend too long in bed, no matter how much I play the needy boyfriend; there’s always work to be done, and he’s always the one who has to do it.

“Morning, sleepy-head,” Phil’s gruff sleep-affected voice is amazingly seductive, though I know he doesn’t mean it that way. I let my thoughts wander, tracing a hand across his stomach. “None of that, now, I’ve got a lot to get done today,” he’s smiling down at me, eyes flashing red as he peeks into my head, and he catches my hand at the waistband of his sweatpants. And laces his fingers through mine. And pulls us both up to the safer territory of his chest.

“Mmmm come on, you can stay in bed another five minutes,” I grumble, nuzzling into his neck and sucking at it softly.

“Come on, yourself, babe,” he jokes, freeing my hand and lifting my chin so our lips are almost touching. “Besides,” his voice - if possible - has taken on an even huskier tone. “You know it’d take a bit longer than that.” A shiver shoots up my spine, and I try to close the gap between us; of course, he pulls away and presses a kiss to my nose instead.

Which is exactly what I needed, because I’m suddenly reminded of the masterful plan I came up with last night.

“You’re right!” I rush to say, and he looks at me with a cocked brow - and blue eyes, so I can safely continue the lie. “I mean,” I calm my tone a bit, “you still have to get the tree, and I told Louise I’d help her with a few things to prepare for the feast tomorrow,” I blink a few times, hoping I’ve hidden my real motives convincingly. And hoping he won’t actually go fact-checking with Louise. He furrows his brows, now, looking concerned as his eyes drift off to a spot on the wall behind me. Shit, I hope he’s not trying to figure out what exactly I’m helping with...given I literally have no clue what’s on the menu.

“Okay,” he nods after a minute of deliberation, and I realize he must’ve been actually considering whether he’d allow me to help her. Still treating me like a fragile little human, I push down the groan of frustration and force my face into an overly-cheery smile instead.

“Go on, I’ll be heading off to my room for a bit first,” I gesture at him to shower first, needing him out of the way and distracted so I can put my plan into action.

He plants another kiss on my cheek, then disappears into the bathroom. The moment I hear the water turn on, I stop by my room and grab some necessities before taking the fastest shower of my life and quickly dressing. The hallway is, inconveniently, very long and straight - nothing to hide behind. I open my door a crack and peek down toward Phil’s room. I hope he hasn’t left yet…

But he follows my expectations perfectly, not emerging for another five minutes. I try not to stare at his ass too much as he makes his way down the corridor, then sneak out behind him and close my door softly. He doesn’t seem to have heard me, so I follow cautiously. Once out the door, he heads right - toward the diner? Or the kitchen...he’d better not be checking with Louise…I rush out after him, breathing a sigh of relief when I notice the slight swing of the door leading to the diner.

As I pass the kitchen, though, I give it a quick once-over - good, no sign of him in here. The diner door swings open toward me, and I back away, ready to hide. Fortunately, it’s just one of the waitresses, and her entrance has allowed me a convenient way to slip in without drawing more attention to myself.

The door swings wide, outward, and I slip through and behind the counter. I pretend to focus very intently on a spot in front of me, hoping Phil’s not in a position to notice my presence. I wait for a few moments, under the guise of reorganizing some napkin holders and condiments, before I feel confident enough to check the room around me.

It’s bustling, right in the middle of the breakfast shift, and it takes me a solid three scans of the room to conclude that Phil isn’t here.

“Hey,” I nudge Jemma, who’s stood behind the counter and actually working. “Have you seen Phil this morning?” I hope my tone is casual enough, not too suspicious.

“Hey Dan, morning to you too!” She chirps. Far too chipper, all the time, I don’t know how she does it. I’m even having a bit of trouble looking at her too closely, with the way the lights are reflecting off her scales. “Yep, he was here just a bit ago, did you need something?” She’s fixed concerned eyes on me, and I want to scream. Why does everyone think I’m helpless?

“No,” I grind out, teeth gritted. Then inhale slowly. She’s being polite, there’s no reason to be mean to her. Not to mention she’s still my superior. And, if what Chris told me is true, she could kill me pretty quickly. I realize I’m staring at her mouth, which I’ve been told is hiding rows of shark-like teeth under a glamour. “No, no,” I hope I sound a bit calmer, kinder. “Uh, but which way did he go?” I definitely didn’t pass him in the hall, and if he went through a portal, I’m royally screwed. Shit, that didn’t even occur to me.

“Out the front door, of course!” She grins, and I try not to wince. It isn’t fair to her, that I’m actually a little nervous - especially given there’s no sign of her teeth. She’s been nothing but immensely kind to me, so I return the smile and rush off with a quick ‘thanks’ thrown over my shoulder.

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It takes me all of three steps outside the front door to realize what I’m walking into. The aether. I haven’t seen it since the moment I tried to escape, right when I first arrived - the windows of the diner don’t give much view of the outside, aside from blackness. It could easily be midnight in a dark city, and that’s exactly how I’ve seen it up til now.

But now...now the blackness is overwhelming, and...well, it isn’t quite black. It’s dark, sure, but I can see swirling tendrils and fog and mysterious shapes, just far enough out of my view that I can’t get a good grasp on what they might be.

But that...that I’d recognize anywhere. Far off to my left, I spot a blob of black shot through with threads of red and orange and gold. Phil. I take another step, then turn back toward the diner. It’s a beacon of light in the terrifying darkness, and I’m sure I can find my way back if I get lost. So I take more confident steps toward Phil, allowing his wings to guide me.

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I’ve been walking for a few minutes now, but the wings don’t seem to be getting any closer. If anything, the fog has only made them blurrier. Or perhaps I’ve been staring too hard. I can’t tell, I can barely see anything now - just the faintest hint of red a distance away. I think I’m going the right way, keeping the red in front of me, but I stop for a moment to try to piece together my surroundings.

Far off to my right, nothing but darkness. All around me, I think I can make out the spindly branches and thick trunks of some trees - though none look like the pines I imagined Phil would be searching for. After a brief check that the glowing wings haven’t disappeared, I check behind me.

My heart stops in my chest. The diner...it’s gone...At first, I can’t breathe. Then, all at once, I’m gasping and I can’t seem to exhale properly and my eyes are watering and I’m desperately searching for some kind of indication, just the faintest glow, that the diner is still back the way I came.

I stumble forward - rather, backward, toward where I thought the diner had been - but my feet get caught on some undergrowth, and I fall to the ground. When I manage to lift my head, which has begun spinning, my hazy vision searches for anything even remotely familiar. I turn back, clinging to the dirt beneath me as I collapse back on my ass in the middle of this hell-forest, hoping against all hope that the red glow of Phil’s wings will appear out of the darkness and rescue me.

Jesus christ, I am a fucking fragile human, look at me, I’m stuck in this mess and I can’t find my way back and I have no idea what to do and nobody knows I’m out here and I’m going to die and...I can’t stop the running narration in my head from pushing me further and further into a state of panic, and my dirt-covered hands lift from the ground to wrap around my knees. I can’t breathe properly, only short gasps, as I huddle into myself.

Within moments, I swear I can hear creaking around me - I don’t dare look up, but I know the trees - with their spiked and spindly branches - are reaching down for me, waiting to rip me apart. I deserve it, for thinking I could go out here by myself and survive. My breathing slows, though the pounding in my ears - must be my heartbeat - doesn’t; I squeeze my eyes shut, then collapse onto my side, still curled into a ball. The earth is dry but cool against my cheek, and I can feel the puffs of dust that hit my face each time a tear finds its way from the corner of my eye to the ground below.

I think I’m sobbing, now, but I can’t hear anything through the thunderous sound of my heart in my ears; it’s all-encompassing, and I try to focus on it instead of the coarse grip of the branches inevitably creaking their way down to grab me. Or worse, some...creature could be out here, waiting for a tasty little snack…

I bite my lip, hoping the pain will distract me, but now all I can hear is the heavy breathing of whatever terrifying being is surely approaching me now.

When something grabs my arm, I scream.

But the hand is soft, not clawed in a way that would have cut deep into my flesh, nor is it the scraping rough bark of a sentient tree trying to pull me limb from limb.

I blink my eyes open, frightened when red swims in my vision. Red, jesus, am I dead already?

But a gentle voice reaches through the pounding of my eardrums, and the tears manage to clear away from my eyes, and suddenly Phil is coming into focus; his hand is on my arm, and I can tell he’s speaking, but I shake my head and try to take a breath.

When I exhale, it’s another sob, and I squeeze my eyes shut and lean into him. His voice is clearer, now inside my head; he mutters soothing words and it relaxes me just a little. I barely notice when his arms wrap around me, lifting me easily.

It takes me longer than I’d like to admit - to be fair, though, I just had some kind of panic attack - to realize that Phil’s method of transportation is flight. My sobs have stopped, enough that they’ve just become small hiccups, and I open an eye experimentally. I’m being held like a baby  - so much for that attempt to show I’m not a fragile human - and we’re soaring high above the forested darkness below us.

I open my other eye, somewhere between exhilarated and terrified, and watch the growing light of the diner in the distance. I focus on it, as if it’s a lighthouse drawing us safely into harbor; I swear I don’t blink until we’ve settled on the ground at the front door. Phil doesn’t let me down, though, pushing the door open with an extended wing and pulling us both inside.

I shut my eyes once we’re inside, partly against the sudden brightness and partly against the shocked stares directed our way.

“Dan! Are you-” Louise bursts out into the diner, and I peek an eye open sheepishly. “Daniel James Howell, what on earth have you done?” Though her wrath is terrifying, and I’ll indubitably have a lot of explaining to do later, I’m far more nervous for the talk that Phil seems intent on us having right now.

He marches right past her, heading toward the living quarters, and doesn’t stop until he’s sat me down on his bed. I keep my gaze on the floor between us, arms wrapping around myself anxiously.

“Are you okay?” Phil’s voice is tight, like he’s holding back his anger. I don’t trust my own words, so I whisper a confirmation into my head. I certainly can’t meet his gaze. Which is why I’m so shocked when he tackles me back to the bed in a hug.

“Oh my god, oh my god I was so worried! When I heard you, out there, I thought you were…” he pauses, and I finally allow myself to look in his eyes - they’re bright red, like fire, but slowly threading through with rivulets of blue as he pulls back from my mind.

“Phil, I…” I start, though my voice is hoarse. Probably all the crying and screaming. My face flushes - not only have I failed completely in my attempt to show Phil how tough I am, I’ve probably set myself back so far that he’ll never let me out of his sight again. Not that I’d complain, but....I can already see him sealing me into a protective bubble just so I won’t accidentally scrape a knee or hit my elbow on something.

“I was so worried,” his eyes are glassy, now, like he’s about to start crying, and I take a deep breath to fight off my own tears. I put myself in danger, and scared him so much...he thought I might be dead…

“I’m so sorry,” I start, but he doesn’t let me say anything else - his lips are on mine in a desperate kiss, and I kiss back just as forcefully. I could’ve died, I could’ve died out there if he hadn’t found me. When I feel wetness on my cheek, it takes me a full ten seconds to realize it isn’t my own tears, though those have started to flow as well.

“I thought I lost you,” Phil’s whispering against my lips, mostly nonsense between kisses, but those words send a pang through me, a tear in my heart. I’m such an idiot.

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PJ and Chris have just returned, which I find out not because anyone tells me, but because of a very obnoxious knocking on Phil’s door at some ungodly hour of the morning.

I groan when Phil leaves my side, pawing at his chest, but he just gives me a quick kiss and swings the door open. To a very angry-looking Chris, and a somewhat less angry-looking PJ. Although, for PJ, even that much expression is a bit frightening. I sit bolt upright in the bed, worried something horrible has happened. Or is happening.

Phil must have the same idea.

“What’s going on?” He asks, immediately shifting into business mode. PJ looks at me through the gap in the doorway, black eyes engulfing his usual bright green, and I grimace. Peej, look, I was just...I try to explain into my head, but he’s pulled out and focused on Phil before I get the chance. I guess he knows, anyway, if he saw what happened…

Chris, however, is not nearly as stoic as PJ. He actually pushes past Phil and into the room, standing in front of me with crossed arms.

“How dare you go out there, and scare the shit out of all of us?” He’s shouting, and I drop my eyes. Here’s the verbal lashing I was expecting from Phil...Chris chastises me for another full minute before PJ steps past Phil and wraps an arm around Chris’ shoulder. His movement makes me glance up, at which point I notice the angry tears in Chris’ eyes. He was that worried as well?

A small nod from PJ confirms it, and I feel a fresh wave of shame wash through me.

“I’m so sorry, Chris, I’m a complete twat for doing that to all of you,” I drop my head into my hands, then startle when I feel a soft squeeze at my shoulder. Before I can look back up, PJ is guiding Chris from the room, and Phil closes the door gently behind them. “I really didn’t-” I start, but Phil cuts me off.

“He’s right,” I look over to the intimidating presence at the doorway, still a little surprised Chris had managed to push past him. “That was idiotic of you, to put yourself in danger like that. Hell, I told you on the first day that the aether was dangerous,” he pauses, running a hand through his hair distractedly.

“I know, and I’m sorry, I just-” Phil cuts me off again, and I cross my arms in a huff.

“Yes, yes, I know, you were trying to prove a point. I understand I know nothing about your past…” Phil trails off, but this time it’s full of something unsaid.

“And?” I prompt. “I can’t read your mind, you know,” I know it’s a bit of a low blow, given that he actively tries not to read my mind too often, but I also know it’ll work.

“And you won’t talk about it!” I’m shocked by the words, enough that I don’t move when he sits down beside me. “I promised I wouldn’t look through your memories from before, but god I feel like I barely know anything about you!” He’s incredibly flustered, but I can’t focus on his concerns.

Instead, I burst out laughing. Which earns me a very confused look from Phil - a look that only prompts another bout of laughter, and I flop back onto the bed behind me. He continues staring, though I can barely see it through my squinted eyes. By the time I manage to get myself under control and sit up, my abs are burning. Phil waits for me to speak, and I have to take a few deep breaths before I can be sure I won’t lose it again.

“You...you know nothing about my past?” I get it out, though I feel the giggles bubbling up at the back of my throat. “This, coming from the immortal being who’s been alive for, how long?” I ask, partly for effect and partly out of curiosity. No matter how old, he’s at least been around for over half a century - he’s robbing the goddamn cradle. The thought starts another fit of giggles, ones I can’t seem to stop.

Phil stares at me for a moment before his mouth starts opening and closing like a fish out of water. Which causes me to collapse back onto the bed, full-on laughter wracking my body again. Before I can question the change in pressure, I feel Phil’s arm next to mine, and he’s laughing as well. It takes us a good three minutes to get ourselves under control, at least enough to speak.

“That,” Phil grins, still laying back on the bed but turned to face me now, “is a very good point,” I smile at him, trying to process the rollercoaster of emotions from the past twenty-four hours. Hell, I think I’ve experienced every single emotion that exists since I woke up in Phil’s arms yesterday.

“How about,” he suggests, and I blink at him, “we play a game,” I squint, then, intrigued but slightly on edge. “We can exchange stories from our past. I’ll tell you something about myself, then you tell me something about you,” There are some parts of my past...some I’m not sure I can talk about.

“It’s okay, I have some like that, too,” Phil must’ve been reading my mind, and I catch a hint of red as he turns his gaze away. “But we can start small, and work our way up to those things,” he rolls so he’s staring right into my eyes, and I do the same.

“Okay,” I say it softly, as if agreeing might open some kind of floodgate to every horrible, terrible piece of my past. “But,” I amend quickly, “please, if we do get into some of...that stuff, promise you won’t read my mind unless I say you can?” I don’t want him sifting through my memories unless I really can’t manage to tell them out loud. He’ll have to tell me his difficult memories out loud, it only seems fair. And I don’t want him to find anything I’m not quite ready to talk about.

“Agreed,” his smile puts the sun to shame, and I lean forward to press our lips together.

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Phil leads me from the table out onto the dance floor - the floor that’s in exactly the spot the tree would’ve been, had Phil actually found one instead of having to drag my ass back to the diner. A twinge of guilt flickers through me, but I quickly bury it.

The feast was unreal, absolutely delicious - Louise had truly outdone herself, and I made sure to tell her so. As we reach the center of the floor, I realize nobody else has left their tables, despite the soft music now playing in the background.

“Phil, why are we the only ones dancing?” I mumble to him as we sway. He’s grinning, though, and before I can figure out why, his wings have unfurled and he’s lifting us both into the air. I cling to his neck tightly, suddenly a worried about falling.

“I would never let you fall, you don’t have to worry,” his eyes are red shot through with blue, and it’s incredible - I almost forget we’re hovering in the air, until my sights snag on something green at the edge of the ballroom. Trees.

They’re materializing in every corner of the room, dark green pines that rival every majestic Christmas tree farm I’ve ever seen. They aren’t decorated, though, which I chalk up to the differences between our Christmas and whatever they celebrate down here. They’re beautiful, I know Phil can conjure things, but this is...

“Amazing,” I breathe the word out, meeting Phil’s gaze again, and he smiles back at me.

“I could say the same of you,” he presses a chaste kiss to my lips, though he pulls me flush against him and it sends my thoughts spinning.

Just wait til later, he whispers into my head. My cheeks heat up, turning red to match his eyes, and he lets out a soft chuckle at my reaction.

I duck into his chest, leaning against his shoulder. We’re spinning slowly, and I notice the people on the dance floor below us. At first, I worry we’re making such a spectacle of ourselves, floating in the air like this, but we turn just enough that I see Ollie pulling Wendell into the air gracefully - though Wendell looks a bit flustered at being dragged away from coordinating the event for a dance.

In minutes, others have joined us in the air - those with abilities that allow it - and the tables are almost empty as the others dance below us. I can hear Phil’s heart beating against my ear, and I sigh contentedly.

This is something I could get used to.

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Few Clouds, 6°C

The first three chapters is up here, on this site. Read now!!!

○□♤Title:Molly's Plan's ○□♤Genre:Romantic Comedy ○□♤Plot:This story has to do with Molly and her personality; and how she aquires true love and falls for another man at a sequential time, and then makes two men fight for her love. ○□♤Characters: Molly~main character Sushanna~her best friend Mollys father~Leon Her first love~Francis Her therapist~Regina A world-wide scholar~Phil Jackson Mollys cousin~Jen Mollys pastor~Michael and several other minor characters.

Conflict scenes will come later...😊

Epilogue: The scenario

I was standing by the bedpost; all in tears after I found out the games she was playing with my head. I cant fall for her lies anymore. Though, it was a definite turn on and fantasy, as well as to add on that it was a miraculous disposition.  Besides, I was too old for games. It was just one thing after another, and though I liked fun and games, I was getting too old for this stuff. She might be the best at her game; but mine was starting to fall apart whether she knew it or not. He added a side note to this long letter he thought she would like and keep it as precious and something meaningful to her. After all, I was the one who really loved her. Who was this other guy other than just a shadow of what was stopping us from being together. Something, that she had slipped from her tongue, and I was hers forever. She would have the audacity to question me about it later. I would succumb to one word replies like yes, no, maybe, maybe so, definitely maybe, never, or I don't know. Whatever the case,  I wanted to state my feelings virtually and to the point before she loses me forever. She would be home in a few hours and I would be there, and also a shadow of his spirit floating amidst the both of us. She would have to proclaim her feelings before anything comes along and ruins the plan.

Chapter 1: The interrogation Molly was hailing a cab to the visitors house. Her love lest it be known, in which she would be succumbing to all her feelings and be swept away over his lovingly charms. She couldnt predict what was to come (although sometimes she felt she was able to have super-human strength abilities). But, maybe that was another perception on things.  She couldnt wait to be in his arms again and talk about all the things that was distracting or that she somehow misconstrued; in some ways or some sort of fashion. She was without makeup, her hair done in a loose bun, her eyes the crystal blue, with her bangs a little messed up. She was wearing cargo pants.  And a silver shirt that said 'black panther ' with silver/black boots-knee high. And for all; she was still a gorgeous girl. If all went well, she would be the "it" girl, wearing a nice-sizeable ring on her index finger for the sign-up to be married to Mr. Suave. There was no higher status ; were simply put; just privaledged and born into it.  A nice get together of close family and friends would imply that she held a certain kind of status. She knew all the sayings and how it went, but she needed to know whether she had it making babies or her fat diamond check was going to the right place which was actually the wrong place.

Molly grew up spoiled but she was taught not to rob any mens heart or a womens own self- thought. But, something in her that was perfect and innate in her. In despair, he fell to her feet.  " I was wrong, I admit!" Thus, she had nothing to worry about. It was a marvelous notion about particularly nothing of thought. Anyhow, theres a catch but she saw it. Only, instantly she saw the connection or disconnection at this point. Dont tell him how I feel about you...he..warned himself. I said, huh? What are you talking about ? You think I'm some especially, sensitive girl who has no feeling or emotions or concerns. Really, have no time for this. Things that mattered to her and that she took to heart, was disconcerting to my inner wisdom to myself. So, I told you...she interrupted her thought with something special. So, i think i can do this too. Wait. Sequential events that preceded this was serious to the extent of, all things drastically changed in your terminology. I..Hahaha.  Yeah right! Yeah...right...? Nevermind. What has to be taken into account was quite remarkably unsatisfying and ungratifyingly..that I was not reassured that things would be damaging to his self-ego. Yes, something to that extent. It was a slow and constant struggle to perform well in all her daily functioning activities. To be the woman she was born to be, a mature, sensual woman. " I stand strong as an empowered woman who wants to get established, and lead a lavish lifestyle.  Unbeknownst to the world, not as of yet but a guarantee for true happiness in the near future". There was everyone vouching for her, but she had to stand tall and face it like a man. Lion strength to the championship of all honors. Fight like a man and be a man. That was the motto.

That was just a waste of time. So, she met him by the sherubs near the Willowbrook trees and pinecone tress making face to her second visitor. He said he wanted to ask her a couple of questions. She discarded the part where he asked her because it was not important. The scenery didnt seem real and neither did his phony outtake on things. She was wearing a slim, back-less silver dress with shimmers and golden stone pendants on both sides of her shoulder blades cutting a very slender but still promiscuous V-shaped in the beginning of her neck line. Also, carrying a birgin bag and dollie shoes with crystal gems going through her back, floral print pantyhose. Hair pushed back in a side/swept bun and silver hoop earrings hung by her nicely shaped ears. Also, some cherry-red lipstick, foundation and mascara in a delicate appliance of each for the fit, desired outcome. Blair Simone Molly Parton looked like straight out of a movie scene. She wasn't the kind of girl that kisses and tells. But, she had an awful feeling there would be no kissing here. She had to take into consideration the type of man she would be discussing matters with her. It was her ex-boyfriend. Infrequently he would lie to get her to come see her. Especially for tonight, she was not pleased at all to have come to this meeting at all. She had a feeling she would have to endure all the pain from his quick assertions about certain files of deducted claims that had nothing pertaining to her. She was just sitting on the bench there looking all spectacular and forbidden, when he decided to meet her at that precise moment. He greeted her with a nod but nothing more than that. The next half hour to hour was a complete bore. Discussing these sorts of ruthless antics were from her liking and as far as she knew way over her head. She didn't particularly like to partake in similar discussions either. And, his ruthlessness and crude nature didn't help matters none. It was plain to see. When she dumped him last fall, he threatened her with a lot of his own side step motions and accusations. She knew there was danger in his words, but at the same time couldn't go around them. When he got there, they barely talked for five minutes; exchanging intermissible glances. Then, the conversation suddenly began to take root. He asked "well, what happened that day?" Yes, this is how this particular man always starts his sentences, with side note interventions.  "well, what do you wanna know. I told you everything that there is to know." He was going to start arguing with her, when she blatantly interrupted him with a side hand gesture. "please spare me the load of croc from where do you find the situation getting better when you're only going to try to antagonise me again? And, I won't stand for it. You have no say in this particular juncture Mr.Delaqua. There is no preposition, just preposterous attempts at your part. So, as far as you and I are concerned we are not together, nor were we ever really together. And, since you never took the time to listen to anything that had to deal with my upbringing., I'm only going to say this one more time and let it play on it's own accord. We have not done business together as much as you might want to see it another day. There is no foundation and current misleading attempts to raise me into a state of utter humiliation will one day pin you to that framework that you will try to connive your way of in the court of upholding law. And, deeming it necessary, you will stay far away from me because if you dont ; there will be trouble- one of which you dont care for." She shrieked.  My godmother should be coming soon and i need to speak to her about some personal matters. So, if you'll excuse me monsieur. He stared at her distractingly,  and said with intensity "you will not get away with this" as he put his forearm on her right elbow. She took his arm in her hand and whisked it away. " Whatever you have to show me is worthless on my account". She said. And, with that she got up and started to walk away with a last cry from the inner depths of this mans soul. He said, you will not get away with this. As if she needed to constantly be reminded of what stood in her way between her and her true destiny. She disposed of his words, like broken, frail, thin wisps of paper. She'd rather think about something that was actually worth her time. As he could only sit there pondering in his over exuberant context of all his spite, vengeful, and erratic, unsupported  thoughts and contemplations; she was gone from his life forever. Though, he wasnt going to be relayed that piece of information till later.

Her Godmother Angela was the kindest, sweetest, most genteel woman there was. Maybe, that is the reason why Blair picked her as Godmother. She was waiting patiently in Mocha Cafe for their soon to be held meeting. In the duration between the time she left the horrible man to his own complicated emotions and contemplations; she went back to her house to make two phone calls. First, she called her Godmother to schedule and  ask where and when they were going to meet. The second phone call was only to her friend, the chaplain, Michael who she just needed a piece of advice from. Their conversation was quick and to the point though. In three rings, and when he picked up she uttered a small hello whereas he replied with the same gesture. After the small talk at how was yesterday, and all that she was quick to bring about her sense of urgency of what she should do about the implications; behind the reasoning of what was to come through her own actions asking him to answer in the most honest way. In his dutiful manner, he had only one thing to tell her; was simply to be careful. "Blair, i knew you for a while now. And, it seems to me that you just keep throwing your heart out with this piece of work; who showed no appreciation for you with his cowardice and insolent state. I clearly see that you dont waste any time, but where are all these mishandlings getting you? No where good is more like it." She kept going in a monotone state about the exact nature of her wrongs and she obliged to sence of truth that her friend was resonating within her; to take more incentive into an active and systematic approach of her ways. Thank you, Michael.

It was approaching that time to meet with her Godmother by the cafe near the pier. The weather was cold on the clear November day. She didnt forget to put her scarf, her nice black suade coat , pink hat and black satin gloves . As she walked through the nice, clear path- it stretched for miles. Along the way,she witnessed the beauty of nature and all it had to endure. The bountiness of green and live agriculture was upon her. The large, beautiful trees and all different sorts of flowers from Roses, to lillies, to tulips, to wildflowers, sun- flowers, blossoms, carnations, hydrangeas, and daffodilswere in range. You can see weeds in thy path with lots of clear observance to the limitless skies and clouds; making odd and misinfomed shapes. As she walks, wildlife was in range from robin birds, turtles,  squirrel's,  and even a lizard; a few rattlesnakes,  and one deer she saw in plain clear view. She marveled at the special scenerio she witnessed due to being slightly tired; whereas her eyes could adapt to the whole sight. When she finally reached her destination. As she was walking in stride., there was an entire group of people by the patio lounging already and talking amongst themselves. The waitor greeted her as she came in through the double doors and guided her to the table as she placed a menu in the womans hands with a pleasant and courteous smile. Her phone, as she began to dial the numbers, it began to ring on its own. "Well, hello Angela. Im here, just waiting on you now. At what time might you think you would be stopping by?" Angel sighed, and said "give me about 20 minutes."Blair replied, "oh good, because we have a lot to talk about things I'm already struggling with and I wanted to run it by you." "No problem dear," Angela replied. "I'll be there as soon as possible, just have to grab my coat and purse, and order a trasportation which will only take about 20-25 minutes tops; since I live not too far away from the side of the island you are at." "Great" Blair replied, as they hung up. She then thought and pondered about everything and in between. Indesicively what they were going to talk about; the probable cause of why certain things just happened primarily on her part than her much older counterpart. And appallingly, as she checked the time again, there was Angela - looking so prim and proper with her hair in an established perm, a large coat, and a beautiful beam of a smile that would fill the nation; and those sparkling eyes. We meet, and greet each other.  Blair kisses and hugs her and they laugh a little before sitting down. She was already sipping on a pinata colada before Angela orders a small espresso and a blueberry muffin. "My dear, I feel like I haven't seen you in ages. Where has the time gone again." I feel the same, Blai replied.  Anyway, she went on with an encouraging nod from Angela. Blair said,  "I was meaning to say what's on my mind. While I was waiting for you to show, I was thinking of all the things I could tell you about my slight disposition.  Blair, started to say, I'm not sure of how I feel , there were so many things that kept getting in my way. And, once I finally got there it was not worth my time. I just thought I would have wanted to be reassured..." Before, she could finish her train of thought, Angela stopped her and began to say, "Hold on, I may feel I have an idea of what you are trying to say. Now, how long have we known each other, for four five years now. You know you can always say what's in your heart when it comes to me. How many times have I always lectured you on this? You shine just as bright as a star. Always have perseverance,  have confidence, and patience. Good things will always come your way, if you believe they will., sunshine. And, the most important thing to have ofcourse is- Compassion. Blair interrupted. "Compassion, yes" Angela replied back. Compassion is definitely a very important virtue to uphold, but what I was leaning for was self-respect and morality, even though compassion is a big one and is not any less important than the other ones. It seems like you are absorbed in all your extra-curricular activities. What happened to all your friends? You are making a mistake and you didn't hear it from me...but if thats what it takes, then I should reiterate that I know you have all the courage in the world; but when it comes to your sense of self-reliance, you have to stay true to your heart." Blair considered this, and replied, "I understand Godmother. You were always there for me when I needed and confided in you. But, I didnt come so you can worry or take pity on me. I am a big girl now and what my parents always tried to reinforce from the start was how to be a better me; and be more aware of my current circumstances, also as well what held in stock for me in the future." Blair, stated. It was not just a pep talk. What these womans words suggested to her was in a most profound and gentle like manner. It bestowed a kind of trust in herself and those around her, that she wanted to pronounce it an infinite certainty that she was going to do it for herself. The other, older woman came there for just that purpose; to instill a certain type of purpose for her. Though we are living in a fundamental existence, there was still a sparkle in the young womans eyes implying that she had all good things going for her and to always persevere to the top. To never doubt herself and bring herself down. They chatted for another half hour about the importance of all these self-fulfilling prophecies, virtues,  and debilitating strategies for all these basic aspects. As well, as a couple of good jokes for the road ahead and all that humanity had come to offer them.- which was essentially nothing. Which was as Patricia Angela Rotunno put it; a hospitable place to stay and some bread on the table. Not to mention the thoughtful acts of doing menial labor for their other sexual companions, she claimed. That was essentially what she was trying to engrain in the girls head before she started to pry and ask any more questions. They bid each other farewell at the end of their meal and parted ways gracefully, and in style; so when they got up to leave all heads turned their way. Before she headed her way back to the condo, located in Eltingville, New York; Blair made a pitch stop to the liquor store to pick up a bottle of sparkling wine for the lather bubble bath she was going to permit to herself later. All the while, thinking and reminiscing on the conversation her and her Godmother had earlier. It was such a nice time sitting there besides eachother laughing whole-heartedly at the perplexing sitiation standing before them.; meanwhile taking everything into consideration. It was very sentimental and relaxing indeed,  as she dipped her whole body in the bath water for pure, sheer joy. She found every inch of her body begin to relax as her body absorbed the water with pure excitement. As she clicked on Enya, took a sip of the good wine, she instantly went into a meditative state of mind. Fresh, nice bubbles went floating everywhere that gushed her face and hands with soap. She had cool ideas as she saw all those floating bubbles. My step sister from planet weird. Elsewhere was a great book,  she thought. Look, if Mars Attacks wasnt real, we would all be devoid of human interaction. Um, she took a big sip of wine: my ultimate reality was seen as having an equatable number of successful misadventures. Which she didnt especially like. Which seemed unfair to her. So, her only logical conclusion would be: it was an inevitable statement to be all devoid of emotion since partaking in this corrupt society was too much for her taking. Bored. She made swirls with her palms. So, the most radical explanation then would be such, as that I stay here while they go on to defeat them theirselves. I wasnt included in that particular jester. Lady of Snakes, or Lilith, or even Aphrodite knew nothing of my own heroic disclosures to my entertwined. Im getting too ahead of myself. And, she held back knowing that when she mentioned that she know's it will her and just herself that will be reading this in tribute; in spite of all the backlashing. Then, a flicker on one side of the wall, she could see through her vision; but it was just her right toe. It wasnt amusing.  I was becoming delirious. I decided to put all the rest of my 'logical' thoughts into place. I feel that the only other group that was similar to mine own interests only was another part of me. One of which I  will never understand.

Chapter 2: The inquisition

This is only a short chapter. The simple reason, being that was no, henceforth, inquisition of any kind needed to be made. The only questions that were asked were of nobodys to that level. Lets start from the beginning.  All dyslexic shapes was what I was good at deciphering. But, there was a man and woman of the nile. she transcended into the farthest mountains of the Evergreens in present day- Minneapolis. Hey, I think I know more than the man. In other contest, the jets scored today in this 2nd season. That was the inquisition.  Perusing her main point in focus, it was very insightful. Yet, it didnt make any sense. She stuttered, mumbling filthy incantations behind her snare, the thought was illogical and reversed it back to Normal mode. We all know the part that comes next after his valuable doctrine to her. She had to memorize it word for word. Lest, it be known that the doctrine was strictly as followed to remain constant every way. It was evidently pass that time where we can make any dramatic entrance. Apparantly,  he felt adamant about that part. All those factors didnt make any sense to her, nor in that concept. Those particular disclosures were fragments of a whole, not unlike to his teachings. Colors by Halsey was a favourite song of mine in that moment and  admiration for Gods sustainable life source and forces of Nature all as one, dually noted. The testimonial was to abide by Holy Spirit, father, and other father. So, she stuttered.,mumbled something incoherent under her breath and stepped lazily out of the bathtub.  She left the bathroom,  just thinking somehow, pathologically to herself: did the holy spirit just rape my entire being?

"I was granted access to urm, the missionary international station of Mars. I had the i.d" , (Alita, the battle angel) i would never lie to the same girl that I was a long time ago. No, I'm totally kidding. I have no redemption, coming my way which is why the inquisition probably lasted so short in time! I was told my higher preachings come from God, so I must stay focused to what I believe in. The power of my i.d on urm, would be so much more powerful than the prospect of being unhappy. The next chapter will be a doozy. =)

But first, the reason why the inquisition lasted a short time- how you would really like to know? Because, there was a girl that put the cards on the table and incriminated herself to make the process of a simple inquisition take so short of time. Hey, it was the best thing she got.

Somehow I tried to incorporate the colder than ice lyrics to frame Molly's perspective on things. How can they be so stubborn? So unforgiving of my timid and frantic outcome on things. I will read you the colder than ice lyrics in two seconds! Ok..here goes:

Colder Than Ice Lyrics There she stands on the floor colder than ice, vision fixed on the door colder than ice now she knows that she's nice golden hair and deep blue eyes noone dances her twice nothing happen so far 'cause who wants to get burned by the ice No one reach her tonight before she takes flight She's colder than ice How can I get in first hurt to intice

CHORUS She's colder than ice Colder than ice COLDER THAN ICE

Suddenly I was there and she's is in his arms all too close to him and she feels his charms couldn't see it no more could it be I'm loosing for sure Oh it's breaking me up 'cause I'm the only one who dares to walk on the ice No one reach her tonight before she takes flight She's colder than ice How can I get in first hurt to intice She's colder than ice colder than ice COLDER THAN ICE (x2)

No one reach her tonight before she takes flight She's colder than ice How can I get in first hurt to intice She's colder than ice colder than ice COLDER THAN ICE -

By Grant Miller

Chapter 3: An "any other place" situation.

"You have bad breath" She mumbled underneath her breath in his direction. He looked at her from the side, and said "what"? Why would you prolong something when he already instigated it back to her? She could never explain that which made her believe she wasnt in hades, and so she was his and his  alone in the circle of hell. He kept on going with the insults.., such as you are an evil, I should have listen to what everyone was telling me about you (My mom, my sister, Susan). She could feel heat waves fuming out of her, as he had some nerve after he insulted her to the core. What an evil bitch, she thought. The justification of these morals were as such:she didnt know. ELSEWHERE IS A FUN BOOK. Ok, so im not that special, she admitted wholeheartedly. And I wish Terminators were real. I like how they predicted my future. I could write a book about this, but I wont., its too tough to explain. Sorry,  some people cant read. Heh, that was actually funny to her. Now, the difference between men and woman is that there is only one woman for every man but the ratio for a love match is simple.. do his laundry=great sex. Understand my philosophy, or these pages will keep repeating its framework. So, in the dungeon now with no words to say except that it was cool. There is no point to this chapter either except now you know I was funny that way. So, lets start from the beginning. In my teens, I started to have premonitions. As I was making my way into my late teens, I started to have hallucinations., some which were downright scary. I was labeled as a schizophrenic for a while. Then the doctors agreed it was no big deal, although all the seminars they held for me in those institutions had me labeled as 'girl interrupted' for a while. After making an escape attempt, I was incriminated and sent to an institution for two and a half years. Now that I see that there is no greener grass on the other side through my fragmented ability to have clarity I started seeking other options through my logical pathways for a true escape out of all four corners in my mind. I started thinking like a linguist, a scholar, that girl, how all the girls would think and its entirety lay in the hands of the depths of a mans soul. He deliberately put me into a state of trance so I would see colors and only colors. I was that girl who didnt see the ending of this complexity. Paper after paper going down the drain till I get the essence of why we must not speak about these things. The reasoning behind these implications was that the whole spectral of her mindset was blasphemous, unholy and should be condemned. Who brought on these surge of emotions. That means inputting, decoding, and encoding an entire word is simple enough-  Let me know how that goes. Some girls would mock her. Blair didnt take pity on those fools. She was smart like that. It wasnt rocket science. More like boring Chemistry.  I didnt pass Chemistry, I didnt even take Chemistry, but it also had some meaning behind its implications. Oh man, she sat there thinking. I wish I could feel how I feel when I just felt that. Meditation, meditation, sleep, and Contemplation. Nothing will ever ruse my state of deep transcendental awareness at this time.CHORUS.  And then it stops. And starts again. It will never stop apparantly. 

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