Weaver of Shadows
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“Uhh…well, ummm…are you…my girlfriend?” He looked away, trying to hide his blush, which had spread up to his ears.”
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“I have a…kind of strange question,” he said, blushing even deeper.
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“That you are,” he said, his smile only growing wider. He threw too, but his aim was off greatly.
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“You do, I guess I’ll have to catch up…” he leaned in and kissed her.
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“I will.” He smiled even wider. “As long as you do too.”
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“Well then I’ll have to make sure to do it more.” He leaned into her embrace, getting as close to her as possible.
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He smiled widely at that. She should see what his siblings built if she thought those things were good. As for the feelings…well, he wasn’t sure how exactly he did it, but he was glad. He wrapped his arms around her, wary of the knives. “Does this make you happy?”
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“That’s good…? Are you ok?”
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“No, no, you were being nice. It’s just…you said I’m good at creating, but I’m nothing compared to my siblings. They made sure I knew it.” He looked down.
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He smiled until she mentioned creating, then his face fell. Then he started to smile again as she continued. “I’m glad you think that.”
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He was still smiling broadly when she returned. “I really like you, have I told you that? And you’re really pretty, and really good at fighting, and just amazing.”
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He smiled wildly at that. “Thanks, though it’s hard not to pay attention to you.” He blushed.
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“Oh, ok, I’ll try it. You’re really good at this!”
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“That’s not bad then! And no for me as well.”
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“It is fun, I agree.” He tried again, and did better, though still not quite right. “Was that right?”
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“Ok…” he tried, and failed in the same way. “Sorry.”
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He did so, doing it mostly correctly, though his grip twisted as he threw.
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“Hi, I’m Addison, and that’s fine with me.” she said, trying and failing to mimic the beat.
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“I’m sure he is,” he said comfortingly.” He took the knife, holding it like she had taught him.
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“Maybe we should…let him sleep? He probably doesn’t want us bothering him right now.”
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“Hi, who are you?”
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He laughed a little too, then grabbed one of her hands, stepping closer so their shoulders were touching. “Wow, he must be 100% totally asleep,” Edgar said sarcastically.
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That was scary, in a good way though.
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