Weaver of Shadows
-
Posts
7678 -
Joined
-
Last visited
-
Days Won
1
Content Type
Profiles
News
Forums
Blogs
Gallery
Events
Everything posted by Weaver of Shadows
-
Fight! Fight! Fight!
-
“It’s better my family be where they are than here.”
-
“It would be better,” Aaron agreed. “But you aren’t going to die.”
-
“Yeah, he did. He thought they were meant for each other, you know? He seemed so happy with her. Maybe they were.” He bowed his head in relief for his brother. He had looked up to Felix so much, and now he was gone.
-
Very kind of you to allow us to join the party.
-
Edgar would make sure she got the experience she was hoping for. After all, how could he disappoint the girl he loved? He loved her.
-
“It’s like…sitting down at a table, but you’re moving? You don’t notice too much unless you look outside. And they sometimes go choo choo. And some have smoke.”
-
He shrugged. “A couple of times, have you?” He wished she’d hold his hand again.
-
Edgar fought off the urge to slap him. “Don’t touch her,” he growled, voice dangerous.
-
He smiled back at her. She loved him.
-
He didn’t know how to respond to that. Did he try to comfort her? When she said what she had been trying to, it hit him. “Oh! Her…yeah, I remember that whole thing.”
-
He nodded, not trusting his voice. He didn’t want to talk about it, but he didn’t have the strength to say so.
-
“Why?”
-
“Felix was twenty, Ginny was eighteen, Andrew was twenty-three and Frederic was twenty-one. Why?”
-
He went with her willingly. He felt so happy, nothing could bring him down right now. Well…except Jenny not loving him anymore. He wouldn’t blame her. He shoved away that thought. She loved him, she wouldn’t lie.
-
“I don’t know…I don’t want to have to hide.” He looked into her eyes. “I won’t hide this. Roy can deal with it.”
-
Helping I helps him. “I can carry your bag if you want,” Edgar offered, picking up his own. He held her hand tightly, almost afraid to let go.
-
I knew you would be good for him. I help him, it’s my purpose.
-
He walked with her. It was nice, holding her hand, having her next to him. He didn’t feel any of the embarrassment he had previously around the other demigods. He didn’t care what they thought any more. She loved him, he loved her, no one else mattered in regards to that. Good job, Gift said in her mind.
-
“We…probably need to go, don’t we? I don’t want to leave.” He rested his forehead against hers, his elation seeming to almost bubble out of him. He loved her!
-
Addison shrugged. “Ok.”
-
Edgar knew one or more of the other demigods were probably watching them, but at that moment he didn’t care. Jenny was the only person who mattered to him. He loved her, she loved him. It was amazing.
-
“I love you,” Edgar said after he broke away, reveling in the words. He loved her, he loved her, he loved her! It felt incredible. Gift spun excitedly between the two.
-
He leaned forward and kissed her. This was a confident kiss, the kiss of one who knew he was in love and knew she loved him back. He pulled her as close to him as he could.
-
Jenny was smart, kind, and beautiful. She cared about him, she nette him happy. He felt right with her. He fit with her, his edges matched hers. It was…it was love then. A great weight lifted off his chest. “I…I love you Jenny.”
