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[sayithreetimes-blog]

               ❛ hey babe, just borrowed your shower. ❜ grimy fingernails tug against the fabric of his LOOSE trousers, tightening the notches of his belt.  ❛ i don’t know where it is now uh... but i left a little green wig in there if you happen to find it again. whoops, maybe supernatural beings aren’t meant to smell like summers eve you know? but i digress-- YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT!!! ❜

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[iinlked]

“Are you standing on the counter to feel tall?”

MY TINY SON

                                   ❝ HMPF –  ❞

     Ziya swivels around, hands pressed against his hips with the weight of breeze-blocks to soothe his boiling TEMPER. Bare feet clap against the marble counter’s slick top, threatening to send him slipping back onto the hardwod floor, so the Warlock stays STILL, as much as it pains him. He could easily jump onto her back from here and tug out a lengthy strip of her prized SCALP as if it were paper and his fist were fire, but he’s decided to be NICE today and keep the violence to a minimum.

❝ No, actually. I’m standing on the counter so I can grab the cereal.

              Why are all of your appliances so BIG ?! ❞

         He says this in an accusing tone, as if it’s Lydia’s fault that he can’t eat breakfast food at five o’clock in the afternoon, before turning back to continue his scavenging.  

[iinlked]

"I'm going to throw you out the window now." (lyDIA NO.)

                                     ❝ Not if I throw you first !! ❞

      Oh my god. He’s using a levitation charm on her. He’s opening the window oh my god he’s actually going to throw her out a goddamn window 

                 ZIYA NO – 

[iinlked]

"Beanpole? Excuse you I prefer green bean."

                                   ❝ Whatever ya say, Stretch. ❞

[iinlked]

"You gotta lay low. bECAUSE YOU'RE MINIATURE."

spiderman 2

                            Small fists clasp tight, and Ziya readjusts his stance so that his legs are spread into a defensive stance. Now he knows not to mess – PHYSICALLY with Lydia, lest he get payed a visit from three, seemingly very angry spirits. None the less, he looks up at the fey with a growl bubbling in his throat in time with the yellow choler in his chest. 

                ❝ HA - HA. Very creative, beanpole. S’that all you got ? ❞