I look at Gem, grinning. "Hehe, you guys would make a cute couple. Considering you kinda..." I nudged her. "You know you want to." I chuckled, stretching again.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
That quickly caught my attention as she nudged me, I glare at her and she didn't have a second to move, I punch her in the lips.
"I said it was a one time thing." I said slightly blushing.
An angel, a knight, a man who will bring light to where there is only darkness, I am the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light, hail to me as I am King Lucifer!
I jump backwards, "WOAH. Calm down. Ouch. I'm bleeding now. Thanks alot." I glared. "But I still know you want to." I grinned, not caring if she hit me again.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"You're really lucky I don't destroy this place, cause keep pushing me and you'd be endangering the twins because you pissed me off." I told her curling my finger's and swinging again but miss.
An angel, a knight, a man who will bring light to where there is only darkness, I am the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light, hail to me as I am King Lucifer!
I chuckle, crossing my arms and wiping the blood from my lip. "Whatever. Your just lucky I don't call my dad down here and have him give 'ya a little talking to." I smirked, sitting down at the bar and making myself a whiskey.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"You're wife got socked because she deicded teasing a hardass like me was ok." I told Jace as I rubbed the slight amount of blood off my hand.
An angel, a knight, a man who will bring light to where there is only darkness, I am the Morning Star, the Bringer of Light, hail to me as I am King Lucifer!
I heard some racket coming from next door, it had been the third time in twenty-four hours that I had been woken by them.
That's it, I've had enough. I'm going over there.
I got up off the couch,
Damn that thing is comfy
I walked to the door, opened it up and walked outside. I could feel the cold morning dew between my toes as I walked through the grass. I knock on the door, the hardwood feeling warm and tough on my knuckle.
From what I could feel in the ground and the way the door opened, a boy, 16, maybe 17. Tall, lean.