I can't fall asleep, and stand, crouching beside Jace again, taking his hand in mine, singing a song into his mind to get him to relax.
You lift my feet off the ground Spin me around You make me crazier, crazier Feels like I'm falling and I I'm lost in your eyes You make me crazier, Crazier, crazier
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I hesitantly reach out to touch the Little Masters' hands, curious, and feel Master stir happily. The Little Masters giggle slightly and squeeze my fingers. I smile and shift, dropping carefully between them and cuddling up. They ball up my fur and pet me, equally as curious.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I smiled back at him, running my fingers over his cheek softly.
Baby, you showed me what living is for I don't want to hide anymore..... more....
You lift my feet off the ground, spin me around You make me crazier, crazier Feels like I'm falling and I I'm lost in your eyes You make me crazier, Crazier, crazier
I finshed singing and watched him, squeezing his hand.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I’d heard he had started a fistfight in one of the seedier local taverns because someone had insisted on saying the word “utilize” instead of “use". — Patrick Rothfuss, A Wise Man's Fear