"You can take him," Laurean scoffed. "For a price. I'm not letting a construct as complex as a homunculus go for free."
"I’m thinking about the aurora borealis. You can’t tell if it really does exist or if it just looks like existing. All things are so very uncertain, and that’s exactly what makes me feel reassured." --Too-Ticky
"You wouldn't dare." He wrinkled his nose. "Murder is punishable by death in this region."
"I’m thinking about the aurora borealis. You can’t tell if it really does exist or if it just looks like existing. All things are so very uncertain, and that’s exactly what makes me feel reassured." --Too-Ticky
He muttered a swift, simple deflector spell and the attack ricocheted.
(Do try not to kill him though)
"I’m thinking about the aurora borealis. You can’t tell if it really does exist or if it just looks like existing. All things are so very uncertain, and that’s exactly what makes me feel reassured." --Too-Ticky
"I’m thinking about the aurora borealis. You can’t tell if it really does exist or if it just looks like existing. All things are so very uncertain, and that’s exactly what makes me feel reassured." --Too-Ticky
Laurean did his best to deflect them but a couple hit him hard and he let out a shuddering groan, eyes rolling back in his head.
"I’m thinking about the aurora borealis. You can’t tell if it really does exist or if it just looks like existing. All things are so very uncertain, and that’s exactly what makes me feel reassured." --Too-Ticky
As soon as the old man stopped moving, Kivvien put away his wand, immediately moving to search the room for his missing journal, and Hieronymus, who had to be somewhere nearby.
Hieronymus had stopped writing, eyes darting toward the door. He stayed still though, crouched under the bed.
"I’m thinking about the aurora borealis. You can’t tell if it really does exist or if it just looks like existing. All things are so very uncertain, and that’s exactly what makes me feel reassured." --Too-Ticky
Kivvien crouched down and checked under the bed after giving most of the room a once-over. And there he was. "Hieronymus..." he didn't know what to say.
Hieronymus was trembling, tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry, sir," he said shakily. "I'm sorry, he told me to and I had to do what he says, is he dead? Did you kill him? Oh my gods..."
"I’m thinking about the aurora borealis. You can’t tell if it really does exist or if it just looks like existing. All things are so very uncertain, and that’s exactly what makes me feel reassured." --Too-Ticky
I love her dearly, but I can’t live with her for a day without feeling my whole life is wasting away. — Miss Kenton, The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro
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