Weaver of Shadows
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“Yeah, he might be able to help. It’ll be ok.”
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“I will. And…is there a way we could get rid of it? Completely? Because all it does is cause problems.” He grabbed his bloody, torn up jacket and draped it over her.
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“Ok. Do you know anything that might help?”
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She felt cold. He hugged her tightly, hoping he could give her some of his warmth. “Do you know why this might be happening?”
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“I know it’s not.” He put his arms around her, pulling her to him and resting his chin on her head.
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“Well either way, I still love you. But I’ll try to help you figure it out, if you want.”
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“For what?”
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“Well don’t share names until we know more about people!” “What is it?” he asked Jenny. @Lunamor
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She looked up at him. “I believe you. Thank you.”
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“Hey! Be careful sharing names, they’re a powerful tool in the wrong hands!”
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“Thank you,” she whispered, more than a little distracted by his hand. She didn’t take it though.
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Edgar almost laughed, but he could hear the truth in her voice. “Thank you.”
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“I know. I just wanted to warn you.” She looked down, realizing how close together their hands were.
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“Yeah. You’re not scary. I think you’re the opposite. That doesn’t mean…I won’t get scared sometimes though.”
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“You’re welcome. Sorry it’s not very good quality, but this should help.” Gift flowed onto the toy, molding to make it look much more like a dog. It moved smoother as well.
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“No, you don’t. Should you?”
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In return, she snuggled up a little closer to him, putting an arm around him too.
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She smiled back. “Then I’ll keep being here.”
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“Hey…can I see that dog toy again? There’s something I want to try.” Maybe Gift would be able to help him here.
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“So is there anything I can do?”
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“You’ve been helping me enough. It’s my turn.”
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“Can I do anything to help you?”
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“Do you know what else can be touched by your knife? Monsters.” He really, really didn’t want her to be his sister. Then Jenny would really see how bad he was compared to his siblings. She was probably better at carving than him.
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“Yeah…yeah, I do. But I’m here for you, ok?”
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“Hey, it’s…it’s going to be ok.” She let her head rest on his shoulders.
