Jackie studies him, "Is that seriously the best you got?" she raises an eyebrow, standing before bringing a chair over to reach the ceiling, "Priss..."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Nic shrugs, watching, "I was going to have you make out with someone in the room, but Jace would kill me if I made him endure something like that without his consent and I find it selfish to ask you to do that with me..."
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
That's how we should measure our lives. Not in distance traveled, or time passed, or worlds conquered, but in moments... and the rush of joy—of grace—that exists within them. — Megatron (Lost Light, by Roberts, Lawrence, Lafuente)