He shoots it anyway going through the light slowly but loosing power. With just a little left it hits me in the ankle through the covers and my eyes turn pink, a smile forming on my face.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I keep playing with Cupids hair, but when Jace says something I look over to him. "Yeah. Your Jace." I shrugged and tackled Cupid to the ground, giggling.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
It's a pity the dictionary has only one definition of beauty. In my world, there are 7.9 billion types of it- all different and still beautiful. — anne27