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.
Maybe what most people wanted wasn't immortality and fame, but the reassurance that their existence had meant something. No matter how long... or how brief. Maybe being eternal meant becoming a story worth telling. — Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality