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Post by Macaria on Oct 6, 2009 17:40:01 GMT -5
Since the Phlegethon? Wow. Just....wow. That was a long time to be harboring a crush and Maci honestly hadn't picked up on his infatuation with her at all. And they had been together so much! In the Underworld, at the sleepover, just hanging out...
Macaria looked up at him with the same wide eyes as he moved to sit next to her. He wasn't close like....awkward close, but....he was close. She found herself gulping, then staring back at her hands.
She listened to his words without saying a word herself.
If Macaria felt the same way about him, she would have known it, right? Real-life didn't work like that, like she had mentioned internally before. You didn't just all of a sudden fall for someone you had known for a while. Life didn't work like that. Love didn't work like that. It didn't happen.
So why was she feeling like that now?!
The same thought she had been thinking moments ago echoed back.
Maybe she had had feelings for him all along and was just realizing it now?
That doesn't happen, she told herself flatly, This is life. Real life. People don't just suddenly fall head over heels for each other after a long time of knowing each other. That doesn't happen. Ever. Wake up, and welcome to Reality-Land, Macaria.
She opened her mouth like she was going to say something, but then changed her mind and closed it, biting on her lower lip.
It was like her entire view on Warren had changed within a few minutes. Macaria admitted to herself that upon first meeting him, he hadn't struck her as....well, as undesirable as the other mortals she had met, but that was really all. And then when she had been in the Phlegethon with him, she had thought silently to herself that he didn't look half bad at all. And during the sleepover party she had made sure to stick close to him the entire time, because she hadn't known anyone else there, but also because she had rather liked being near him. And then during the other times they had been together, she had found herself hoping that they could talk for a little longer, hang out for just a little bit more, wanting to text and call when at home, thinking about hanging out tommorow with him and---
..............Holy s***.
Macaria glanced again at her hands, distressed, and then swallowed again.
When had this happened?! Just now?!
THAT DOESN'T HAPPEN! she practically screamed at herself.
Was she in a Disney movie right now? Poorly written fanfic maybe?
Macaria glanced at Warren, his head in his hands with his elbows on his knees still. She had to say something. She couldn't just say nothing. She had to say something......
She opened her mouth, shrugged, closed it, opened it, blinked, closed it again and became frustrated.
Work, vocal chords. Gods-dammit.
Macaria opened her mouth again, then closed it. Again. She scowled, and suddenly flared up, her skin turning orange and her hair becoming firey and menacing. Her scowl deepened as she folded her arms.
Her vocal chords snapped to attention suddenly, and before she could stop or think it over or something, she had spoken.
"I...I think I love you too."
Macaria bit her lip to hold back an indignant gasp directed at herself and her voice. She glanced at him, then quickly glanced the other way, her skin reverting back to pink and her hair reverting back to blonde.
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Post by Warren Peace on Oct 6, 2009 20:37:52 GMT -5
He looked at the floor and waited. He expected a resigned confirmation of his suspicions, an agreement that they were to only remain friends. Perhaps she would do the most sensible thing and decide that it was over, to protect herself from worry and him from further harm. Everything had spun off its axis, become so complicated, and he couldn’t find anyone to blame but himself for letting things escalate beyond his control. Perhaps being raped was his wake-up call to get his head back down to earth.
She still wasn’t speaking. He glanced up, worried. Macaria was slowly opening and closing her mouth, trying to say something, and Warren could see the wheels in her head furiously turning, thinking about something that he couldn’t guess.
Then she flared. Warren jumped, his heart skipping a beat as she went from confused to frustrated in moments. For a fraction of a second, he was scared that he’d said something wrong, angered her somehow…
But she blurted out the very last possible words that he expected her to say.
He stared blankly at her, his mind seemingly coming to a standstill. His lips were parted, and his own voice didn’t seem to be working. The edges of his vision fogged, and he sniffed in a sharp breath, realizing that he hadn’t been breathing. Had he imagined it, or had she said…? His Adam’s apple trembled as he tried to swallow, speak, do something to break the spell. Had she meant it? Did he hear her wrong? Was he finally going crazy? Or was this all just a bad dream, and he would wake up in the morning and forget everything that happened?
“…W-what?” he finally croaked out.
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Post by Macaria on Oct 7, 2009 5:37:00 GMT -5
Macaria saw his confusion coming.
She observed the situation swiftly and bit back a giggle. This scene was oddly reminescent of what had happened a long time ago, when Persephone had confessed the same thing to Hades.
Well, now she had something to play by, at least.
Macaria vanished from her spot on the couch and with a tiny swirl of smoke, reappeared next to Warren, closer. She glanced at her hands again, then back up to him.
"I said," she spoke, and her hand reached up and absentmindedly put a strand of hair back in place, "I said, I think I love you too."
I can get rid of the 'I think', she thought to herself. It was kind of obvious now that her words were true. A part of her kept wondering how the hell this had happened, that the situation was unrealistic and shouldn't have happened, but she shoved it aside and focused on her and Warren.
She only wished he wasn't mortal. Macaria didn't mind, but...letting him go, she realized, when his time was up, if they even managed to stay together that long, was going to be hard.
"I know I love you," Macaria corrected herself, and glanced at Warren again.
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Post by Warren Peace on Oct 7, 2009 15:51:41 GMT -5
She teleported right beside him, so close that their legs touched. He didn’t flinch away from her, rather, he instinctively drew himself closer to her as well. He tilted his head to one side and shrugged the same shoulder, still staring at her with confusion written on his face.
Maci repeated herself, then said it once more to reassure the both of them.
No. He wasn’t dreaming. It was real, she had said it so truthfully… Warren was reeling. He wanted to laugh, scream, cry, yell, all at the same time. It was so unexpected, and it didn’t make sense, but she loved him. It was dizzying. He stayed silent as moments ticked by, unsure of what to do. He didn’t seem to be capable of doing much, either, since his mind felt disconnected from his body. Whatever he wanted to do was lost in the transit. Brain overload.
A sob ripped his thoughts away from the crazy circles his mind ran around in, and he realized that he had started to cry again. It was different, though… less hysteric than before. It wasn’t a miserable sort of crying, but they weren’t quite tears of joy, either. He was somewhere in between, releasing the torrent of gratitude and amazement he felt, how sorry he was that he couldn’t be any more than human, along with everything he felt for her. It was bittersweet, but fragments of his dazzling smile shone through his sobs. It was the most he could do to tell her how elated he was.
All he had to offer was his shattered and scarred, mortal heart, but she loved it all the same. Slowly, she’d help him piece it back together. He’d never be totally complete, but he’d heal, first his heart, and then his body. He’d be all right.
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Post by Macaria on Oct 7, 2009 17:23:28 GMT -5
Macaria found herself smiling at him as he inched closer to her in return. It seemed Warren was shocked beyong rational speech and though she would have liked for him to say something there was no reason for complaint. She was honestly happy just sitting with him here.
Shocking how her feelings had changed so drastically throughout the course of a few minutes.
But then all of a sudden Warren started to sob again. Macaria blinked, alarmed, then winced for him, a tiny sympathetic sigh escaping her lips. His tears didn't seem the same as they had been before. It was like some of the depression had seeped out with her and his confessions.
Macaria caught a glimpse of his smile between his crying. But tears were still falling and she desperately wanted them to stop. Maci understood he was hurting inside, but, still, it just made her feel just as miserable as he was, or at least close.
She inched herself just a bit closer and kissed him gently.
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Post by Warren Peace on Oct 7, 2009 19:01:06 GMT -5
Her lips touched his, and for a moment, his eyes opened wide as she caught him by surprise. Then he parted his own full lips in a hiccupping sob, shut his eyes, and kissed her back for all he was worth. She tasted like pomegranate.
Naturally, he compared his emotions to fire. Anger was roaring and scalding; depression was flickering and dimly glowing. Happiness was bright and merrily crackling, and he decided that passion was something like being joyful, but so much more intense. It was as if someone had thrown a bundle of kindling on his little fire, and it had flared into a dancing inferno of excited and leaping flames. But it wasn’t so hot that it hurt. It was warn and comforting, but energetic and alive.
Warren felt the butterflies in his stomach go wild in an ecstatic frenzy, and he was mildly astounded to feel his temperature surge. His anklet kept his powers in check, but he knew that if he hadn’t been wearing it, he would’ve ignited. Fear and rage had been the only emotions that he linked with powering up. But it seemed love was intense and potent enough to make him react. Warren was suddenly struck by the realization that Macaria was one of the few people he knew whom he couldn’t hurt with his powers, and the only girl that didn’t annoy him as well. Maybe… He’d misjudged their compatibility. And it was nearly impossible to believe that they weren’t really the best for each other, when it felt so beautiful and magical when they kissed.
He was barely aware that he’d relaxed, the tears had stopped, and his breathing had returned to normal, save for a bit of quavering when he inhaled. He pressed a little harder when he turned his body to hold hers, the bruises aching, but he ignored it and wrapped his arms around her. Warren gently shifted her onto his lap, reluctantly pulling his lips away to touch his forehead to her shoulder. He relaxed against the couch and let her lean against him, running a bandaged hand through her hair. He sighed, not having much to say besides the obvious three little words, repeated a hundred times over. It was all he could think of for the moment. It was several hours after midnight, and he was hurt and dead exhausted, but she also had that effect on Warren that rendered him shyly quiet, but passionate.
He kept blinking with heavy eyelids, moving the hand that didn’t cradle her middle to brush against her jaw. Warren traced the contour of her neck and stopped as he reached the top of her back, massaging it with his fingertips. He snuggled his head into the crook of her neck, cuddling her like a teddy bear, and simply stayed like that for several moments, just listening to their combined breathing and heartbeats.
The placid massage on her neck slowed and stopped after a while, and his breathing fell into a deep and steady rhythm. Warren let out a quiet snore, fast asleep.
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Post by Macaria on Oct 7, 2009 20:29:18 GMT -5
((*melts and lingers on the floor as a puddle of melty goop* ;D <33))
Macaria's own violet eyes fluttered closed as Warren kissed her back. It was like her heart along with everything else in her body that was capable of feeling, holding emotion was bursting into shimmery, flowery fireworks. It was a weird comparison but accurate. Her entire being was twirling in happy little circles.
She didn't know so much joy could be packed into one kiss with one person who you had only obsessed over for....15 minutes was it now? Maci purred softly under his lips and snuggled closer to him, feeling the sudden change in his body heat. He shifted to hold her and she let him.
Warren pulled away from her and she sighed softly as his forehead met her shoulder. Her arms, she slid gently around his waist, taking care not to touch upon any of the injuries her parents had caused (she refrained from snarling at this). He had stopped crying and she was more then grateful to see that. A hand ran through her hair and Macaria again purred softly and smiled at him.
They were Fated, she was sure of it. This just felt so....so right, like it was meant to happen, like even if the rape and the whatever else hadn't happened, they'd have ended up together anyway. THis was, in fact, the truth exactly, but she didn't know nor would she have cared at the moment if she had. She was focused on Warren now...
His hands, which were on her waist and on her neck and in her hair and on her jaw , suddenly relaxed drastically and she smiled again and glanced down at him, amused. He had fallen asleep with her in his arms, and hey, she wasn't complaining.
Besides, it was late and she was bone-tired, too (PUN). She ahd no desire to go back to the Underworld. She didn't want to face her parents, not now, not in the morning. Macaria reached around him and found her ponytail, snapped the rubberband holding it up. Her head fell softly on his chest, she closed her eyes, smiled warmly at him again, and, too, fell into sleep.
She could stay like this for an eternity.....
((i find it hilarious that will has like....vanished XDDDDDDD))
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Post by ~Elisa Maza~ on Oct 8, 2009 3:06:25 GMT -5
Someone banished Bill?
*snaps out of happy stupor*
Huh? Will? Oh yeah, he was there... Where did he get to?
Oh and Maci, I think we're all certain you and Warren were made for each other. *hugs couple* Love you guys!
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Post by Will Stronghold on Oct 8, 2009 11:27:41 GMT -5
((*joins in liquefaction on the floor* And Will’s not gone… I’m getting back to him. Yeesh. XD )) The house was quiet. Will drummed a rhythm on his knees with his fingers while he sat hunched over on the steps. His cheeks were streaked with dried tears, and his eyes felt heavy, even for his strength. His expression was reserved and sad, not so much hurt from Warren’s earlier tantrum, but worried to near insanity for his best friend. The young superhero knew that Warren hadn’t meant what he said. It had simply been the pyrokinetic’s Jekyll-and-Hyde anger and anxiety. He couldn’t be blamed, either – Will knew that he was going to lose a few nights of sleep over seeing powerful, stoic, cynical Warren Peace battered on the outside and in, weeping like he was a child again. No one should ever have to go through something like that, and it pained Will that he couldn’t punch Warren’s problems away. He fully acknowledged that he’d been eavesdropping. It was almost unavoidable, anyway… the rest of the world was so quiet that Macaria and Warren could have probably been heard anywhere in the house, maybe even the Sanctum. Will had been awestruck when the pyro had confessed his feelings for her. He’d suspected it, but then blown off his suspicions because he couldn’t quite picture Warren as being the type of guy to be in love, fall over heels, smitten for one girl and no one else. But it was apparently possible. All the pieces of the puzzle fit together, and he’d nearly been ready to crash through the wall to hug Warren and tell him he would be okay if she shot him down too harshly. But Macaria returned his sentiments. Will had let a few more tears fall out of relief, secretly crying with Warren. The teenage pyro had calmed down, and everything had fallen into the melancholy, but peaceful silence. He waited on the steps for a few minutes, feeling the moments tick by, playing with his leather bracelet. Will yawned, then gave into his concern and strode over to the den’s threshold. He gently tapped the side of the wall and softly voiced if everything was okay, poking his head around the corner. Will suppressed a smile, letting a snicker escape his lips. Warren and Maci were zonked-out on the couch, snuggling. She was smiling in her sleep, and Warren was actually living up to his surname, snoring peacefully. Will cooed mentally. That was probably the cutest thing he’d ever seen Warren do. Needless to say, the pyro would murder him and dance on his grave if he ever mentioned it to anyone. Will giggled. Wrennie had a girlfriend… He sighed and tiptoed over to the couple, his hands on his hips as he wondered if he should just leave them there. Will supposed Warren shouldn’t really sleep like that, seeing how moving hurt him already… the last thing he needed was to wake up stiff. He made up his mind and took both of them in his arms, then drifted up to the guest room. He tucked them both under the covers much like how a young girl would put her dolls to bed, and gave them a last glance before he shuffled off to his own room. Completely adorable. Will didn’t even bother undressing and collapsed into his own bed, snoring into his pillow within seconds. ~*~
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Post by Macaria on Oct 8, 2009 20:49:17 GMT -5
((OH, THERE'S WILL! XD Yay! *melts....again*)) Daylight hit the goddess and she shifted with an indignant yawn, one hand fluttering up to rub at her eyes. She yawned again, the back of her hand pressed to her mouth....her formerly still closed eyes flew open as a fang connected with her hand and she scowled. Macaria poked at the tiny dot of golden ichor on her hand and with her finger rubbed it away. Her aura was bright and she quickly dimmed it down. The entire room had been practically glowing pink. She glanced around herself at her surroundings, sitting up in confusion. Where was she? Not in her room in the Underworld, it looked like she was on Earth and-- Last night flew back to her and a smile spread across her face and then broadened as she glanced at the still fast-asleep Warren next to her. She frowned a tiny bit. She didn't remember coming here, to this room....had they done anything last night?! Macaria blinked, glanced at herself, then to Warren, then decided that she'd have definitely remembered and thus nothing had happened. Except for the making-out thing. That was still clear in her mind... She rubbed at one of the skull pins on her shoulder. It had make an indent on her skin, as had the other one. Normally, she didn't sleep in her chiton or pins, changing instead to a more comfortable and sleep-worthy nightgown or something... Macaria stood up, still playing with the pin. It came unhooked for a second and she redid it quickly, yawned, and ran a hand through her tangled, long, golden hair. Maci returned to the bed which somehow they had both found themselves in, leaned over the edge and softly kissed Warren again, who was still fast asleep. She wandered out of the room to find some sort of mirror. Maci found a mirror in a bathroom and perched on top the counter/sink/thingy, reaching up high to put her hair in her traditional updo. She didn't want to go home. She knew she couldn't stay here in Will's house forever, but she didn't want to go home for Zeus' sake. After what her parents had done to poor Warren? She'd be satisfied with never going back to the Underworld again. But she needed a place to stay. Perhaps Hercules would be open for her.... Macaria realized she only knew the very small basics of what had happened to Warren. Hades had broken his arms. Seph had raped him. But that was all. When she did go home, she planned to give her parents literal hell and to do that, she needed to know the full-story. Warren hadn't told her anything. She hated to crush the high he was on right now thanks to her, but... Her hair all up and redone, (her make-up had automatically reapplied itself), she went back to the room they had been in and sat on the edge of the bed watching Warren sleep with a smile and a happy sigh.
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Post by Will Stronghold on Oct 9, 2009 12:03:27 GMT -5
Will rubbed his eyes and groggily slid a hand down his pants, tugging at his underwear as he shuffled down the hallway. He mechanically headed in the general direction of the bathroom for his morning routine, but a glimpse of flowing blonde hair disappearing through a door stopped him in his tracks. The previous night flooded back to him, and he followed her to make sure everything was all right, especially with Warren.
He rapped lightly on the door and opened it, giving Macaria a small smile and a nod. “He still sleeping?” he said casually, glancing over to a sack-dead Warren. “Trust me, if Warren could live by his own rules, he’d never get up before noon.” He cracked a smile, letting a chuckle escape his mouth.
Will’s expression changed, becoming a bit more somber. He seated himself in a chair that stood next to the bed, leaning forward with his arms folded across his knees. “Macaria, I…” he began, frowning. “…Thanks. I really had no idea how he felt about you when I called you, but… I sorta kinda heard what you guys were saying… I just wanted to thank you for making him feel better. It means a lot to me.”
Will pursed his lips and glanced over to Warren’s sleeping form. “I… I hate it when I can’t help anyone in things like these. It drives me crazy, and I’ve never seen him this upset before… My powers only work in the physical world. I can’t beat back someone’s emotions, and sometimes I just have no idea what to do, and I can’t help or do anything except say that everything’s going to turn out, but I don’t know if it will, ‘cause I’m not clairvoyant or anything like that, either, I just…” He realized that he was babbling and stopped.
The teenage superhero stared at the ground for a few seconds, silent.
“Maci… what you said about how you feel about him… You really meant it, right? You weren’t just saying it to calm him down? Warren, he… He’s devoted to you. I never imagined Warren in love before, and he’s always kind of the ‘tough love’ sort of person, but… I-I heard him. I know he liked you, but I just didn’t know it was that much.”
Will looked up to meet her gaze, his throat tight. “Maci… don’t hurt him. Ever. You’re his world, I’m sure of it… and if you don’t feel the same way about him, fine, but don’t hurt him any more than you have to. If his world is gone, then it’s his apocalypse.”
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Post by Macaria on Oct 9, 2009 16:41:52 GMT -5
Macaria's gaze broke from Warren as Will entered the room. Her violet colored eyes raised to look at him as he seated himself on a chair at the other side of the bed. She, still sitting on the edge, pulled her legs under her and absentmindedly played with the hem of her black dress as he spoke.
"What do you think?" she responded, an eyebrow raising and a corner of her lips turning upwards in a tiny smirk. Maci dropped the sarcasm and nodded. "Out cold," she said, then added, her fingers still twisting the end of her dress around, "So to speak, of course."
She listened silently to his thank you, and then smiled at him, one of shoulders raising up slightly and then falling back down in a shrug. "You're welcome," Macaria said simply, shrugged again, then smiled again, "Anything I can do to help out a friend."
Macaria tilted her head. "Boyfriend, now, actually."
Will spoke, gushing on and on, and when his flow of words stopped and they were enclosed in silence, Macaria didn't bother breaking it until he spoke again. An eyebrow arched and her blackened eyelids fell until she was glaring at Will through slitted and narrowed eyes.
Her lips pursed slightly before she spoke. When she did, her voice came out in a snap
"You think I'd be that cruel to him?" Macaria's voice sounded astonished and offended. "I...just because my parents have sadistic issues doesn't mean I do, too." The goddess was silent. Her aura became brighter and then dulled again, like it was unsure what to be.
"I'd never hurt him," Macaria said after a few seconds of quiet, her voice low, "And I do love him. Really and truly..."
She had had her share of boyfriends. Hades and Persephone were always busy, whether with paperwork or King and Queen work or just with each other, and Macaria got bored easily. One could only wander around one's room for so long, and then went double for someone who had no electricity or anything. And she hated doing the work she was supposed to do, basic stupid little Princess-of-the-Underworld crap that she was required to accomplish but never did.
So she had made herself....um....popular in the Underworld. Anyone who was willing to entertain her, she would welcome with open arms. It had earned her quite a good and interesting name in the Underworld, and quite a bad one up on Olympus.
Hades and Seph actually hadn't found out about this 'til almost three years after she had started. Both had been almost equally as furious ("You're like the Underworld's whore," Hades had fumed and Macaria's irritated response had been, "That's not true. I don't make people pay for me." The explosion that followed had been heard clearly up on Earth.), and had attempted to cut her off from any kind of male interaction in the Underworld, but of course had failed.
Point was, it wasn't like she had never been with anyone, but she had never had real, sincere feelings for anyone. Warren was different. She was familiar with love, though not in a personal way (she knew family love, and she saw real love in her parents, in Hercules and Meg, in old dead couples who had been married for like 60 years and had died together), but it was almost instinct that told her that what she felt for Warren was love itself. Macaria did love him. So they had been "together" for, like, not even a day, but....still. There was something about him. And her. Together. Like they had been made for each other. Like they belonged.
Macaria broke the silence with a sigh, her eyes rolling up skywards.
"I wish he would wake up already," she said with another little sigh.
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Post by Will Stronghold on Oct 9, 2009 17:31:38 GMT -5
Will flinched.
He hadn't meant to sound so antagonizing... but he cared about the pyrokinetic.
But so did Macaria.
"Sorry..." he said quietly, apologetically. "I just needed to know." Will gave her a sad smile, but a grateful one. The room drifted into silence, the only noise coming from Warren's light snoring.
He almost jumped when Maci voiced her complaints to the ceiling.
"Ditto." he groaned. Dumb sleepy pyro...
"But I think he'd be juuuust a little homicidal if someone woke him up..." Will grimaced. Warren was not, and never would be a morning person. Bugging him before he'd had his coffee was like poking a tiger with a stick. A tired, caffeine-addicted tiger with anger issues.
"Can I get you breakfast or anything? I don't think he's gonna wake up for a while..." Will asked, shrugging. "My friends and I once resorted to ice cubes in his sleeping bag when we went camping. He made us miss Old Faithful erupting."
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Post by Macaria on Oct 9, 2009 19:12:58 GMT -5
Macaria mirrored his expression, not in a mocking way, but in a sincerely apologetic one. "It's okay," she said with a little smile. It faded, then quirked up again, "I understand."
She looked down at Warren again and then rose from the bed, one finger tucking a strand of hair back into place, her eyes refocusing on Will as he offered "breakfast or anything." Macaria shrugged.
"I don't suppose you have a pomegranate or two in the house," she smirked slightly at him, "Anything'll be fine, I don't care."
Casting a reluctant glance at her still sleeping boyfriend, Macaria drifted out the door, stopped, and then went back to lean in the doorframe, waiting for Will. Casually, she remarked, "Ice cubes, huh?" She smirked, "I wonder if he'd try to kill his own girlfriend."
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Post by Will Stronghold on Oct 9, 2009 20:04:18 GMT -5
Will followed her out and shrugged. "I dunno about pomegranates..." He shrugged. "We can raid the fridge. I think last night's a good enough excuse for sugar for breakfast." Will had once told Warren that it should've been on a fortune cookie: sugar made everything better. He giggled as she mused on the ice cubes. "Good thing he can't kill you. You're immortal. I think it'd bother him later if he went psycho on you." Will shuddered, having been on the receiving end of Warren's wrath before. ~*~
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