Teddybear

Megara was good at controlling her fear. A side effect of making your first kill at eight years old and not stopping since. So she managed to keep her cool ...

The woman watched him write, nodding along, "My son's name is Adrian, and his boyfriend is Jacob," she answered. Fidel stayed quiet, drawing the connection but letting Kirux answer while ...

In under a second, she was right next to him, the knife she had pressed to the underside of his ribs hidden between their bodies. It took her a moment ...

The woman's expression turned puzzled and she turned to Fidel, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't know why he's saying, could you translate for me?" He rubbed the back of ...

Megara left the building with a satchel full of money and the papers covering her next job. She was supposed to go right back home with it and change into ...

Fidel instantly went to comfort Kirux. "It's alright, we'll figure it out..." He trailed off as he spotted someone approaching from the other end of the alley. He stiffened, instantly ...

She stared at him for a long moment, searching his eyes for something, she didn't know what yet. He was nervous about something. Maybe a question he didn't want her ...

Okay, then he could follow her when she leaves, lose track of her when she goes into a building where we can skip over the technical 'I killed her, gimme ...

I'll write her in after this post here. I'd like it to be thoroughly established how hopeless their situation is before a solution is written in. Fidel frowned, "I, uh, ...

Yeah, how this is going to continue is a little up in the air. Maybe he follows her? You probably don't want to write him as doing something so, well, ...

Idea! You can tell me if it's just my last brain cell Doing It's Best or if it actually works. Fidel and Kirux don't really have anything to do at ...

She eyed him, trying to figure out what he looked like under that mask. "That's not for you to know, love." The last word was an instinct, a slip of ...

Fidel gratefully accepted Kiruxes help for the moment, but gently nudged him away when he could support himself again, "I'm alright," he said honestly, "just a bit of magic sickness. ...

She chuckled again, but this time it was darker, more like her. "Not every kid," she corrected, still quiet, still gentle. She should leave. Give him an excuse and go ...

Her easy smile faded. "No," she said quietly, "no, I didn't." Then she remembered who she was. She was Ivy. Ivy had the perfect childhood full of loving parents and ...