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"You're just making a FOOL of yourself."
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X - epiciisms
"You're just making a FOOL of yourself."
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Even at three am, the city was awake, filled with lights and sounds that demanded attention as Hylas made the slow walk back to his apartment from another late night finishing an assignment. But all that fell away when he turned into the dimly lit side street housing his tenement, fumbling in one pocket for the key to his apartment.
Between the search for his key, the bleary exhaustion of going on his second night with no sleep, and the hazy light that may as well have been darkness, the male was caught thoroughly off guard when he stumbled into another warm body just before the door that led into the building proper. ❝Shit, I'm sorry,❞ he apologised immediately, the words falling almost by reflex from his lips.
Peering closer, the dim light reflected off the other's blond curls, casting enough of a glow for Hylas to make out vague features—the face was not a familiar one, and there were few enough renters in this particular apartment rise that he was certain he'd never seen the other before. ❝Are you a...new renter? I don't believe I've seen you before.❞
epiciisms stepped on sacred lands
“I am going to be the best warrior, I can take you if I can!”
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Glancing up as footsteps sounded against the earth, Patroclus watched silently as Achilles exited the cave, his eyes following the other's movements in the flickering firelight for a moment before darting away, pretending that he hadn't been admiring the graceful steps of his companion.
❝I thought you were asleep,❞ he said at last, breaking the silence. ❝I needed some time to think, and it seemed easier to come out here, rather than risk disturbing you and Chiron inside.❞ Falling quiet once more, the male trained his eyes on the fire, absently stirring it with a stick near at hand before his gaze snapped back up to rest on Achilles. ❝Do you ever miss it? The palace. Your home.❞
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"Do you like the exhibit? I helped put it together."
Velia and Achilles hang at the edge of a very scary pit. You can only save one. Who?
[ The entire question seemed inane. And not merely because of the improbability of those paths intersecting at that particular hypothesized point. It’s been a long ( long ) time since Meg attempted to s a v e anyone and she keeps that particular part of her memory rusty enough that she can’t imagine it. ( she hardly k n o w s the boy and she doesn’t maybe possibly vaguely want to kiss the b o y ) ( of course Velia’s dangling over the side off a rockface reckless, mad, speed boat obsessed woman ) ]
❝ The better question is why were those two idiots playing at the edge of a pit and H O W, by the the styx, did they d r a g me into their crater of bad ideas? ❞