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“No, that’s not like him. I’ve known him for years, he’s not one to make amends. He has to have another motive…he always does.”
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“It was Roy. And now he’s being strangely nice to her, it worries me.” Lucid was being nice, Edgar could probably trust him.
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“How did you think she got hurt?”
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“Who? Aaron or Roy? Because one of them stabbed and almost killed Jenny. I’m not going to go easy on him,” he said, anger creeping into his voice. @Lunamor
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Gift reformed into a staff. “I agree, I’m glad you’re here with us. Unlike some other demigods,” he said, looking up at Aaron and thinking about Roy. @Wierdo
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It complied. Edgar smiled at her. “Your hair looks amazing! Good job Lucid!” @Wierdo
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Edgar waited and watched. He would learn so he could do it for Jenny too, as it seemed she appreciated it.
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“It doesn’t look infected…do you want some more ambrosia? That will help make sure it doesn’t get infected. Let me know if you need anything.” He gave her a quick kiss, then blushed as he realized Lucid was there.
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“Are you going to be able to travel today? How’s your side doing? Do you need the bandages changed? Is it infected or anything?” Edgar asked, fear starting to get the better of him. He wanted-no, needed-Jenny to be ok.
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“That’s like saying it’s very dangerous for us to carry weapons, because you might accidentally throw one and hit someone,” Edgar said, glaring.
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Gift turned back into the walking stick. Why did all the others feel the need to be sarcastic, to be rude, to try to make Jenny’s life more miserable? She had it hard enough already as a child of Hades, she didn’t need anyone else making it worse. He hugged her again. “You’re beautiful,” he reminded her. “With or without the flower, though I do like it.”
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Gift immediately turned into a mirror at that thought.
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Edgar smiled at her again. He had never thought that a poisonous flower could look good on someone, but Jenny pulled it off. A flower of death for a cold of death, it was fitting. “It looks good.”
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“You’re welcome.” He wanted to do something more to help her, but he didn’t know what to do. He just stood there.
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Edgar hugged her. Aaron was probably lying, but if Jenny believed him then that would probably be better anyway. Gift flowed across his shoulder to her, becoming a walking stick, designed in the best way to help reduce her pain when walking.
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Edgar glared at him. “I think you look amazing,” he said honestly. The bun was messy, yes, but he didn’t think Jenny could look bad. “I’m glad.” He grinned back at her.
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“Of course.” He smiled warmly at her. “Do you need anything?”
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Edgar laughed again. He picked up the fallen daggers, then, realizing he couldn’t fit them in the pack like Jenny could, set them next to it. Then he waits and listens, wondering if he should talk to anyone.
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Ask where his pot of gold is. WWYDIYF a cursed doubloon in your pocket? -
The Person Below Me
Weaver of Shadows replied to The Awakened Salad's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
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A couple more. (warning for the first one, it contains self-harm) I hope you like them. @Edema Rue the second one is a rewrite of the one that was stolen from me.
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“I assumed after everything had happened, and before that no one had spoken about it.”
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“Indeed.”
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Edgar laughed softly, not moving so he didn’t disturb her. He was happy to wait there as long as she was sleeping.
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“I think so.”
