#queenxfire

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I don't really ship it but I really thought that by now there'd be fanfic for that. I mean The Red Pyramid has been out for what, 7 years now? That's so surprising to me. Almost feels like the internet is broken

Yeah, it’s really weird, but what’s more disappointing is that even the tag on tumblr is empty

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"Your grandmother really doesn't seem to like me." Zia frowns, maybe she should've listened to Carter when he advised her to let Sadie go to England alone, Zia was seated in a cafe in London, her laptop open to video chat. "Maybe you were right, perhaps I should've let Sadie go alone."

“You shouldn’t take it too personally; she doesn’t like much of anyone.” She shouldn’t get him wrong, Carter did care for his grandparents; they sometimes told stories about his mom that he couldn’t remember, or talked about what she was like when she was his age, but they weren’t always especially welcoming to others.

“You’re only there a couple more days, right?” He was sitting on his bed, back resting against the wall it was placed against, shoulders shifting as if it would make the hard wall more comfortable. “We could go and do something fun when you get back, may help take your mind off things.”

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3.) Name one scar your character has, and tell us where it came from. If they don’t have any, is there a reason?

Surprisingly Zia’s only scars come from swords and knives during battle. Not burns, Zia’s completely 100% inflammable. Until she has children her most prominent scar is one on her side from sparring with Carter. After she has kids it’s the scar from the emergency C-section she has to have with her third pregnancy. 

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@queenxfire from here X

“We’re going to the first Nome hospital, can you meet me there and take him?” She stops at the corner to wait to cross the road, adjusts the way Amarah is sitting in her arms and tightens her grip on Iskander.

“I-I woke up to the smoke alarm like, 15 minutes ago maybe? Th-there were kitchen knives imbedded in their door and Iskander was screaming, She um, she’s  breathing but isn’t responsive to my attempts to wake her.” The light turns green and she pulls her son across the street. “Don’t call anyone, the healers at the first nome are best equipped to handle her, besides, Jaz might frighten her.”

Aside from Amarah’s fright Zia was not going to be able to explain to anyone else what happened the last 5 years of her life at the moment, she’d had about 2 hours of sleep, she was still wearing her pajama’s and she still had to explain to her children about their father.

“I’m about to get on the train, meet me in 5 minutes, in the hospital lobby.” She says hanging up the phone.

“Yeah, I’m getting dressed and I’ll be on my way in a minute.” He had the phone squished between his ear and shoulder as he pulled pants on still holding his shirt and hopping towards the door. He briefly considered stopping to brush his teeth, but his morning breath was the least of his concerns at the moment. 

He had to pull the phone away from his ear for a second to pull his shirt on, but was talking again as soon as it was back. “Is he okay? Did he get cut or breathe in too much smoke?” It took him a moment to realize that she had already hung up the phone. He cursed under his breath, sliding Birkenstocks on over his socks and grabbing his keys before hurrying out of the house.

He was worried equally for the both of the twins, knowing that smoke inhalation could kill people. Zia hadn’t mentioned anything so he assumed he was okay, but he needed to be sure. His better judgement told him to just call Jaz and tell her that she couldn’t ask any questions for the time being, but he knew he really needed to stay on Zia’s good side right now. She really didn’t need any extra drama, either.

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"Carter?" Zia hisses into the phone, it's past 2 in the morning as she rushes into the Cairo night with her two children. "I'm taking Amarah to the first nome hospital, it's - it's really bad this time, and - and I know you don't know them but it would mean a lot if you could take Iskander while I stay with Amarah." She wouldn't have called unless she was desperate, and she is, she can feel Amarah getting warmer by the minute. (American secrets verse angst because I'm back!)

“Yeah?” When he first answered the phone, Carter hadn’t even bothered looking at the phone as he began dragging himself out of bed. He sounded exactly as groggy as he felt. He began to look for clothes, knowing that calls that woke him up this late were usually important and it was best to just get ready before he even knew what it was.

“Wait, what? I mean, yes of course—” Now he was wide awake. “Do you need me to come pick him up from somewhere? What’s going on with Amarah?” He paused with a shirt hanging over one arm, looking for sweatpants with the other. “Do you want me to come to the hospital? I can call Jaz if you like and she can be here in five.” He thought a familiar face might help Zia feel a little more at ease, especially knowing the person who could help take care of their daughter. Carter knew that he trusted Jaz above anyone else when it came to healing matters, even if she hadn’t been practicing for as many years as others. He also knew that she would save her shock and could be professional until she was done with her job.

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"The heat is broken on the upper two levels of the house... I don't think we can call a mortal fix it man and I actually don't know what to do. We don't have this problem in Egypt."

“We may have to, unless someone’s an electrician and just hasn’t said anything. For now, we can pull some mattresses down to the great room if bedrooms get too cold. The fireplace should at least keep the bottom floor comfortable for now.”

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Panya eyed the girl cautiously. Her style, hair and clothing, was the most familiar thing Panya had seen since arriving in this time and it gave her a dash of hope. Carefully, she addressed the girl in Arabic, “You know, the Egyptians used to believe that clothes like that were best for the use of magic.”

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queenxfire replied to your post:Just so everyone knows, I tend to not reblog...

I hate posts that guilt trip! It bothers me so much like its my blog. Usually it’s a rp blog I tend not to reblog personal type posts on my rp blogs yo

Exactly and my personal views don’t effect the personal views of my character and vice versa.