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Stranger in the HouseIdeally, Gavin would have liked to explain Malkin right away when they arrived back at the apartment, but it was still very very late at night, and none of the other men in the apartment were awake.
Dreyden carried the unconscious Anti into the room, quietly as he could, while Gavin scurried off to try to find blankets to make a place for him to lie on the floor.
"Gav... Don't worry 'bout that, I'll give 'im the couch." Dreyden said quietly, moving to put Malkin down.
"You could try to share my bed, then..." Gavin suggested. "There's not a whole lot of room, but we could manage it."
"Sure, yeah. That'd work."
Malkin didn't move much as Dreyden did his best to get him settled on the couch.
"Y'think he'll be alright when he wakes up? Can't imagine anyone would mess with 'im much, you know Dan's gonna claim him as his new friend the second he sees an unfamiliar face." Dreyden said.
"It'll probably frighten him to wake up somewhere he's not used to... I don't know how long he'll sleep. I'l
All I've GotIt was well into the night when Malkin finally awoke again. He groaned, trying to sit up, crying out suddenly as the pain set in again.
He realized where he was, and immediately panicked and vanished again; the shadow had released him, and he appeared in a back alleyway someplace he didn't recognize in the strange light of midnight. In his haste to get as far from Cruento Manor as quickly as possible, he hadn't really been aware of where he was going and in his frenzied state (and delirium from the pain) he did not have the slightest idea what to do now.
He needed help. That was the one thing on his mind. He was bleeding badly and would likely continue to pass out until he found help; he hadn't thought of it in the heat of the moment, but he knew now he wouldn't die – He couldn't, so long as Cyril was alive, and he couldn't think why Cyril would be in danger now.
But he had to get help. He felt lightheaded and thoroughly sick and could hardly think straight with the waves of agony surg
One Step Too Far"Something feels... off, today."
Jinx looked up from the shirt she was mending, glancing across the room to where Damian Nightfall was sitting. He had a fountain pen and an ink bottle, but his papers were blank; he hadn't quite decided what he was going to write just yet.
"What feels off?" Jinx asked him.
"...I'm not sure. It's nothing beyond an unpleasant premonition at the moment." Damian stated simply, dipping the pen into the ink.
"Every day is unpleasant premonitions with you around." Jinx mumbled, going back to her sewing.
"What was that, my love?" Damian looked up.
"Nothing at all." Jinx answered.
Damian seemed unsure, but went back to his writing anyway.
A sudden loud THUNK startled them both.
"...Was that... one of your experiments?" Jinx asked fearfully. She always hated to ask about the noises of the house; she'd heard screaming in the basements a few too many times as it was.
"I rather think not, we shouldn't be able to hear them from here... It sounded like... Mm..." Damia
Please Believe Me"Gavin. Gaaaviiinnn. Gav. Hey. Baby, wake up."
"Nnn...?" Gavin could feel Dreyden nuzzling his nose against his cheek.
"Hey." Dreyden smiled. Gavin blinked, waiting for his eyes to come into focus as he was waking up.
"Mm...hey." He smiled, nuzzling back.
"How ya feelin'?"
""m tired..." Gavin mumbled, burying his face in Dreyden's shoulder.
"Heh, yeah. I can see that. Stomach still buggin' you, though?" He wrapped his arms around Gavin, kissing his head.
"Nah, it's alright, I think... Did I fall asleep on you again, I'm sorry-"
Dreyden laughed. "You apologizin' for that? 's my favorite thing in the world when you do that."
Gavin blushed. "Oh, really-?"
"Jeeze, you're cute, do you do that on purpose-"
"Nnno I'm not...~" Gavin protested playfully.
"Yyyes you are." Dreyden answered back.
"Yes you are, and 'm gonna kiss you all over your face 'til you admit it, watch out-"
"Ah-! S-Stop! Dreyden!" Gavin laughed, pushing him away.
""Mornin' lovebirds!" Dan suddenly
Research at the Blue LibraryGavin excitedly ran after Midnight up the spiral staircase.
"How many books does your library have- are they all about magic and things like that?" Gavin asked nervously, trying to take Skye's word that Midnight wasn't someone to be afraid of.
"I don't know for certain. There are many books in our collection. Most are of magic, or of the Chronos Kingdom, or of Antis or things of that nature, but some are myth and legend, while some are mere fairytale fiction meant to entertain young ones." Midnight answered, still not looking back at Gavin.
"That's really neat! ...I really love your castle, by the way. Absolutely gorgeous, I wish I lived in a place like this." Gavin said, putting his hands in his pockets.
"It was a gift from our Mother and Father."
"Here." Midnight stopped before an elegantly carved wooden door. It had a vine pattern engraved all through it, and there were words written on the leaves in some ancient rune Gavin couldn't quite identify. He admired it quietly
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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