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​I really think Sasuke sent his messenger hawk to Sakura on purpose because he wanted her to give his letter to Naruto with him, like how couples attend a ceremony together and give their congratulations together. He knows Sakura will get lonely because he wasn’t around so it’s his way of making it up to her.

He could’ve just sent it to the Hokage Kakashi but he chose her instead. It shows that Sasuke thought about Sakura’s feelings even during his travels.

It took me a while to realize this but when I did I was like ASFDSHFJKSUKDSNVKLABVSAGVSKABDHB *FANGIRL SCREAM*

and look at Sasuke’s smile AAAAAAAAAAAHHH

haircuts

“Maybe I should cut my hair.”

Lup looks up from where she’s using her wand to poke at the fire. It gives off a sputtering spray of yellow sparks and she flinches away, pulling the wand out of the fire before it catches alight.

Taako’s sitting about a quarter of the way round the fire, legs folded underneath him as he fiddles with a long, long lock of dark brown hair, loose from the braid he usually tucks it into.

“Why?” she asks, straightening up. The fire flickers onward, no larger for her futile attempts at stoking it with her magic, casting brighter light across Taako’s face. He chews furtively at his lip but doesn’t answer her right away.

That’s fine. Lup’s not a patient girl by any means, but she can be patient for her baby brother. (He’s the baby brother by about five minutes, truth be told, but it’s Lup’s job as the older twin to lord that over him.) They always accommodate each other like this, making changes where normally anybody else would be shoved away or told to suck it up. They’ve only ever had each other; they’ll only ever need each other.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH WHAT A GOOD CHAPTER

FIRST THE COLORSPREAD. THE KIDS ALL LOOK SO COOL AHHHHH THEY’RE ALL DIRTIED AND DISHEVELED AND THEIR CLOTHES ARE ALL RIPPED BUT THEY ALL JUST LOOK SO CONFIDENT AND REASSURED AND PROUD OF THEMSELVES LIKE THEY JUST GOT OUT OF A DIFFICULT BATTLE AND WON AND THEY ALL JUST LOOK SO AWESOME ESPECIALLY MY SON

AND THEN THE CHAPTER

THE DAD MIGHT. THE DAD MIGHT IS SO PREVALENT IN THIS CHAPTER AHHHHHH ALL MIGHT KNEW HE MIGHT DIE SOON BUT THEN HE MET IZUKU AND HE GOT TO KNOW THIS WEIRD QUIRKLESS FANBOY KID AND IZUKU WORMED HIS WAY INTO TOSHINORI’S HEART AND HE ABSOLUTELY THOUGHT HE WOULD DIE WHEN FIGHTING ALL FOR ONE BUT IZUKU WAS THERE IZUKU WAS THERE HE COULDN’T DIE YET HE HAD TO CONTINUE, HE HAD TO KEEP FIGHTING ON FOR IZUKU

TOSHI REMEMBERED INKO’S WORDS TO HIM, “PLEASE KEEP ON LIVING

AND NOW TOSHI ISN’T SURE THAT FATE IS BEING CHANGED NO MATTER WHAT HE DOES OR HOW HARD HE TRIES, EVEN THO HE WANTS TO  KEEP LIVING AND NURTURING IZUKU LIKE HE PROMISED BUT IZUKU DECIDED TO TWIST FATE WITH HIM, BECAUSE NO HIS MENTOR CAN’T DIE HE CAN’T NOT WHEN HE HASN’T SHOWN THE WORLD THAT “HE’S HERE” YET, AND EVEN LONG AFTER THAT

FUCK I LOVE STORIES ABOUT TWISTING FATE I LOVE STORIES THAT SAY “YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK THIS PREDESTINED BULLSHIT, I CONTROL MY FATE, NO ONE ELSE” AND TOSHINORI WAS LOSING A BIT OF HOPE IN THAT REGARD BUT IZUKU REFUSES TO LET THIS HAPPEN AND TOGETHER THEY’LL CHANGE FATE EVEN IF IT IS IMPOSSIBLE, THEY’LL DO IT

(AND THIS CHAPTER BROUGHT UP JUST HOW HARD A LIFE TOSHINORI LIVED UNTIL NOW, GIVING HIS LIFE FOR THE WORLD AND FOR THE PEOPLE WHO LIVED IN IT, AND AS NOBLE AS THAT INTENTION IS IT ISN’T GOOD FOR THE LONG RUN AND IZUKU IS LEARNING FROM TOSHINORI’S MISTAKES, THAT HE CAN’T BE A HERO LIKE THAT, HE NEEDS TO BE ONE WHO CAN KEEP ON LIVING, ONE WHO LOOKS INTO THE LONG TERM, NOT ONE WHO SACRIFICES EVERYTHING ABOUT HIS WELL-BEING TO SAVE PEOPLE IN THE MOMENT, NO WONDER NIGHTEYE WAS TRYING TO DISSUADE HIM FROM THAT LINE OF THOUGHT THE OTHER CHAPTER)

AND THEN AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH URARAKA AND TSUYU HELPED TAKE DOWN TWO HUGE AS FUCK VILLAINS AND THEY LOOKED SO FUCKING AWESOME OKAY THEY WERE SO AWESOME MY AMAZING AND WONDERFUL DAUGHTERS ARE TERRIFYING AND POWERFUL AND AMAZING AND AHHHHHH

I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Revelations & Confessions

AN: Hours later and I’m still reeling from that episode. it was so raw and emotional. Truthful. This is my attempt to process that.

(Set somewhere post 5x17)

Oliver sat on the cot in front of her, arms supporting his weight on his knees, head hung low. He knew she was there, he always did. Still, he refused to look up at her, to meet her gaze.

It had been this way for weeks. He’d shut himself off, emotionally, physically, much more that he had ever done before, in the times she’d known him. Then, he would always glance up, make sure that she knew that she mattered to him, in some small way.

Now, he stiller than a statue, frozen in misery.

“Oliver.” Felicity whispered, stepping towards him. Still he refused to move.

Cautiously, she approached him, her heels sounding a knell with each stiletto strike. As though every step was another scar on his skin. She settled on the floor in front of him, kneeling at his feet. This way, she could peer up at him, find his eyes and see what he was thinking.

If she knew what the wound was, she could heal him. It was deep, and unseen, but had broken Oliver to the point that he didn’t spring back by his own power or the encouragement of her or John.

Still, he didn’t move. He gave the illusion that she wasn’t really there, that perhaps she was an illusion of his mind. An echo of his mistakes.

Felicity reached out and grasped his hands, his fingers between her palms. They were cold, dry and brittle, smooth as a stone. Ridges of calluses mapped a pattern of hardship and toil, orators of his heroic acts. The same scars that revealed the instrument of darkness he held tightly to.

The instant her hands made contact with his, he shuddered, pulling away. Quickly, she reclaimed her grip.

“Don’t.” He whispered, voice hoarse from disuse.

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Panic Attack

I TOLD Y'ALL TO STOP ME BUT YA DIDN’T HAVE A FANFIC THEN.

Ha ha I have panic attacks and I imprint on Anxiety too much. I just sat down and wrote this so no editing aka it’s shit.

                                                                                                   

Anxiety couldn’t figure it out. He sat there, staring at blank paper, and he couldn’t think of a thing. For a moment he just sat there, pencil hovering over the paper. Then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and wrote down three simple words. But when he he looked at it again…wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, this didn’t feel right at all. With a sinking feeling he quickly erased the only progress he had made in two hours. Something in him told him this wasn’t going anywhere, but anxiety couldn’t react to the thought in any way except tightening his blanket around shoulders that simply refused to warm up. How did he do it? How did he brainstorm, daydream, create, just…do it? Frustration, that’s what he should have been feeling. Frustration, anger, even jealously maybe. But all he felt was a dull, sinking feeling that had no name, that he could only liken to hopelessness. He couldn’t think of anything. His mind was blank. He just couldn’t think of anything. Anxiety could feel the familiar sensation of his heart quickening a bit, but he had no reaction, just staring at those blank lines, knowing his thoughts were just as empty. No. No, this is ok. Deep breaths. He repeated it over and over in his head; it’s ok, deep breaths, just take deep breaths, it’s ok, it’s ok. But his own lungs didn’t respond, he couldn’t control them as his breath quickened, quickened, and he couldn’t control it, he couldn’t control his own body. No, no, don’t do this, the plea was drown by incoherent  thoughts. If he couldn’t think of anything Princey would laugh at him, and then Logan would be disappointed in him, and then Thomas would push him away, and then he would be alone, and then and then and then and then and then at the age of thirty he would be dying and homeless even though it made no sense for an emotion to be homeless. Anxiety felt his very namesake rising in his chest and he could only stare at the paper as choking sobs escaped against his own will and he couldn’t control it at all. Thoughts just raced so fast, so fast, so fast, he couldn’t even register them until another one slammed down on him. He couldn’t do it, he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t do it he couldn’t do it he couldn’t do it he couldn’t do it he couldn’t do it- He barely recognized arms around his waist in a soft hug. It was all quiet except for the sound of Anxiety’s own ragged breathing and sobs. It took all his energy to focus on Morality’s arms around him and the quiet understanding between the two and the attempts to slow his panic to a halt. Four minutes passed like that. Morality said nothing, just stayed there to reassure Anxiety that there was someone there, someone who was worth trying to get better for. Until finally Anxiety stopped hyperventilating, left exhausted, physically and mentally. His mind was once again blank, but now with simple weariness, and his whole body trembled ever so slightly in a cold sweat. Then Morality shifted so that be could smile at Anxiety over his shoulder. “Don’t worry. No one else saw.” A dull feeling of relief swept through Anxiety. He said nothing. Morality just gently took his hand, led him away from the blank papers to the kitchen slowly as to be sure Anxiety wouldn’t falter in his dazed state. His grip was lenient, his smile warm. There was no judging. No pity. Just an understand and a certain kind of care.

Captare, (eruri, nsfw)

this is the only thing basements are good for in regards to snk.

“Levi…wait. Your mother—

“She asleep.” Levi replied to Erwin’s concerns, his voice breathless from the way they’d been kissing. “And she never comes down here.”

Straddling Erwin, Levi looked down at where he was seated against the couch. A few seconds ago he’d backed him up to the front of it so that he could sit in his lap, after they’d spent the past two hours playing a videogame in front of the television. They’d been on the floor and were in his basement — a veritable private cave for 17 year old Levi, who practically lived down there except to sleep and where his mother rarely ventured like he’d said — and had started making out after turning the electronics off. Levi had initiated it because he couldn’t get enough of his cute, tall, and charming boyfriend, and Erwin, who was running on the same teenaged hormones as Levi, had not protested until it had become apparent that their kissing was going to turn into something else.

It wasn’t like he didn’t want to though, Levi was sure, because he could feel his boner pressing up against the bottom of his ass through Erwin’s jeans, and it wasn’t like they hadn’t done this plenty of other times elsewhere. The difference was they were usually in a bedroom or a car or somewhere else private that didn’t come with the chance of getting caught rather than an open basement, but Levi wasn’t worried about it. His mother was home, sure, and her room was right above where they were, but it was past midnight on a Friday and he knew she’d gone to sleep long ago, and he was pretty confident that even if they woke her up — which he didn’t think would happen, because they would be quiet — she wouldn’t bother to investigate and would just go back to sleep.

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Is this a thing-Yoongi Drabble

Yoongi drabble
Word: ??
Warnings: NSFW. Daddy Kink. Smut? Kinda


Yoongi loved when you wore skirts. Or dresses. Or anything that was easy to take off or slip his hands under. But he specifically loved one skirt. Black, pleated tennis skirt than just covered your ass. He loved the way it made you look when your wore it with your pink sweater or how long it made your legs look when you wore heels or how it looked flipped up against your back as he fucked you from behind. He loved it now as you sat in his lap, hands on his shoulders while grinding against him. Sharing sloppy kisses in between moans and whines. His hands eagerly gripping your ass to push you against him and feel you just how he wanted.

 "Yoongi" you pulled away from him letting your forehead rest against his.

 "Yeah?“ 

You blushed at the thought of asking your question. Ducking you head into his shoulder, you stopped your movements against his hips.

 "Baby what’s wrong?” Yoongi grabbed your face, lifting it back up to his. Eyes wide in a panic as he searched for an indication to something. After finding nothing, he raised and eyebrow at you and let your face go. 

 You groaned and dropped your head back to his shoulder mumbling to yourself as you tried to gain the courage to voice your request. You had even worn this skirt in hopes of getting a yes but the second his lips touched yours you forgot all about it and all you could think about was Yoongi and how good he tasted.

 "Jagi-“ Yoongi called you, using his fingers to pull your face back to his but you dropped your head, avoiding all unnecessary eye contact. 

 Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you gnawed on it before just giving up and knew you had to rip the metaphorical band-aid off. 

 "Jesus fucking christ. I hate myself right now” you muttered to yourself and as you wiggled on his hips to get more comfortable. 

 Yoongi was growing increasingly more worried. The fact that you hadn’t looked at him sent his heart racing and mind reeling to think about if he had gone something wrong. 

 "Babe what’s going on?“ 

 You nodded, took a deep breath and placed your hands on his shoulders. Your heart was racing and you stomach flipping. Shit! Were you actually going to do this? Yeah you two had been together long enough without this being considered weird but was not really the right time? 

 "Y/n, are you okaa-“ 

 "Yoongi can I call you daddy when we fuck?” You blurted out your question before you could stop yourself. Slapping your hand over your mouth you dropped your head to his chest as your entire face went hot. 

 Yoongi blinked at you, trying to process what you had just practically shouted at him. It took a few seconds before he responded.

 "Like oppa?“

 "Yeah but like just using daddy instead” your voice muffled by his shirt.

 "Is this a western thing?“ 

 You lifted your head to look at him. He had his signature suga smirk as he watched your face blush a deeper red. 

"Well its a universal thing but people just use different words and I was kinda hoping I could try out daddy?”

 Yoongi shrugged and placed his hands back on your hips to pull you back into him. "Is that going to help you get off?“

 He started to roll your hips over his crotch again, fingers digging into your skin through the skirt. 

 "It might. Ive never tried it” you admitted, feeling your heart rate slowdown as you realised he wasn’t going to get up and leave after hearing you say those words. Yoongi pushed up from the headboard, his lips connecting with your jaw. He bit down on your skin as he moved towards your neck; going for the spot he knew made you weak. 

 "Well we can try now" 

 You nodded, fingers now carding through his hair as you felt the ball in your stomach start to grow with each grind against him.

 Yoongi hummed in agreement, biting into skin.

 "Well baby, are you going to be a good girl for daddy and tell him what you want?“

 You almost combusted hearing those words, feeling your entire body light up the sparks shooting to your stomach as he brought a hand down hard on your ass.

 "Be a good girl for daddy”

There’s a million ways to write, but the way I always used to write was with John and it would be across from each other, either in a hotel bedroom on the twin beds, with an acoustic guitar and we’re just looking at each other. He’d make up something, I’d make up something and we’d just spin off each other. The nice thing for me is seeing John there, him being right-handed, me being left-handed, it felt to me like I was looking in a mirror.Obviously, it was very successful. I know I can never have a better collaborator than John. That is just a fact. So I don’t try and escape it. I just know there’s no way I can find someone now who’s going to write better stuff with me than I wrote with John.
—  Bbc interview with Paul McCartney, March 23, 2017.
Yeeeeessss!!!!!! Now I can ramble about bnha chapter 131 for real!!!!

technically I spoiled the whole damn chapter for myself by looking at @sevi007, @thestarmaker-s​, @crazytwirlcurls​ and @toxic-vanilla​‘s posts but whatever.

First of all, this freaking colorspread!!!!!!!!

It’s so coooooolllll XD!!!!! look at how awesome Kacchan is, look at Shouto!!! Uraraka, Tsuyu Izuku are just so cute here, and OMFG Iida Tenya!!!!! I did NOT KNOW HE COULD LOOK THIS GOOD!!!

I didn’t actually think All Might would tel Izuku he was gonna die, but I guess he had to tell him eventually. But the way Izuku’s face is here, the way he’s just trying to digest everything… it just hurts my heart…

Izuku why are you doing thids to me?!!!!

This dadmight fluff here is so heartwarming, All Might already had so much faith in Izuku, he’s already defending him when he barely even knows him! I think he’s bleeding from happiness here!!!

My son, why are you doing this to me?!!! DX!!! It’s soo cute how Izuku is so hellbent on wanting All Might to be around when he becomes a hero! 

The cinnamon roll doesn’t even realize how much he’s changed All Might these past few months. This s just too cute, Izuku is basically All Might’s motivation to live!!!

and this… THIS!!! All Might’s muscle form is so… deformed now! His hair can’t even stand up anymore and he doesn’t have eyebrows!

see?

Yes my son! Change that shitty future that Nighteye predicted!!! All shitty futures can be changed!!! 

#ProtectAllMight’sSmile!!!

She is sooo cool! and pretty!

YEEEEESSSS!!!!!! thank you Horikoshi!!!! This is exactly what I want, more of class 1-A (apart from Shouto and Kacchan)! I want to see more of class 1-A in action! I want to see them use their quirks to its full potential!

Just imagine how Uraraka’s quirk will be when she’s older, she might even be able to lift heavy boulders, or fallen skyscrapers or something! Tsuyu can legit stick on walls so she never has to worry about falling.

I love her so much already

@mysteriouskusajo, @leinbow the missing page has been found!

also I really wanna know what Suneater’s quirk is, his costume looks so cool

I’m gonna take a moment to appreciate my excited red son here.

UMMM… WHY HASN’T ANYONE TALKED ABOUT THIS AWESOME BADASSERY HERE?!!!! THIS FATEFUL ENCOUNTER THAT HAS LEFT ME TO SUCCUMB IN THE DEPTHS OF SUSPENSE!!!!!

THIS. THIS. THIS!!! IS FREAKING BADASS! HE LOOKS LIKE A FREAKING MAFIA BOSS OR SOMETHING!!!!! AND THAT LITTLE GUY OVER THERE LMAO XD!!!

in short, this chapter was really good.

Originally posted by batm8

4. BTS Reaction When You Look Cold But Are Actually A Nice Person.

Thanks to the anon that requested this :) sorry if there’s any mistakes x

Jin:

Jin probably wouldn’t worry to much about you looking cold and not smiling as he’s generally a person who looks out for everyone. Although the moment he spoke to you and found out that you were really shy, he would find you absolutely adorable. Jin definitely wouldn’t get how you can look one way but act the complete opposite so it would make him love you even more.

Originally posted by lariz0rd

Yoongi:

Well yoongi can look cold himself so I don’t think he would worry too much about what you’re actually like as he knows that sometimes the people who look the coldest can be generally good people. He would love when he finds out that you have a lovely personality only because it’s something that you would both have in common. He would find it cute that your personality differs and would be super happy to know the real you.

Originally posted by notjustaphase

Namjoon:

Wow he would fall in love with you even more. I feel namjoon would like the badass looking women but to find out your personality is completely the opposite would make him so happy. He would love to see you get all shy and knowing that he caused it even when you do look really tough.

Originally posted by mn-yg

Hoseok:

He would be a little worried when approaching you only because you can look intimidating and he doesn’t want to be rejected but the minute he saw you blushing and getting shy he would remember the exact reason why he had a crush on you in the first place. Hoseok would love that your not as bad as you seem as that makes things a lot easier for him.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Jimin:

He would be so scared to approach you just in case you are as mean as you look but when he finds out what your true personality is like he would love it. He’d be so relieved to know that you’re really nice and he’d find you super adorable even when everyone else thinks you’re intimidating.

Originally posted by sosjimin

Taehyung:

Taehyung really wouldn’t care that you look cold as he’s a people person and wouldn’t be put down by the fact that you look cold. Although once the little baby finds out you’re funny and shy he would be over the moon to know that you’re so cute and he loves cute things.

Originally posted by jeony

Jungkook:

Good luck getting this little bun to talk to you BUT the minute he’s sees you smiling and making jokes every single one of his worries would be gone. He’d be super happy only because it would’ve probably taken him months just to talk to you, so to see you smiling and blushing he’d think you were so adorable and love it so much.

Originally posted by nevermindmyg

Imagine Stiles gets a job at the FBI but he doesn’t tell them about Derek. One day, Derek comes into the office to give Stiles his phone after he left it at home.

Concerned (and slightly shocked that Stiles is dating a man that looks like a god), they do a background search on Derek, digging up the police reports on the Hale fire, the arrest made on the suspicion of killing Laura, and many other files. They sit Stiles down and practically interrogate him, telling him that Derek is a bad man and suggesting that Derek used his inherited fortune to buy his way out of cases and that he’s actually married (because Derek wears a wedding ring). Stiles snaps and replies, telling them about Kate and how he never once bought his way out of a police investigation. He’s a good man who volunteers at animal showers and leases his old houses out to the homeless and to people who need a home after being evicted on short notice. And he knows Derek’s married because Derek is married to him (he just doesn’t wear a ring because being in his line of profession, if someone sees a ring then they know he’s married and that puts a target on Derek’s back and he doesn’t want that).

Stiles storms off and heads straight home and practically collapses on Derek. Derek tells him it’s okay and when Stiles goes to work the next day with his ring on Derek takes it off and tells him he can have it back when he comes home later because he doesn’t have to change anything for anyone.

anonymous asked:

So I looked up Nox Sollihagen website and pictures and that's totally where his first picture with the numbers came from. Second it says the club was closed today when normally it should be open until 3am soooo I'm really thinking that's where they filmed today. I'm convinced that Julie has to be allowing Honk to be posting stuff otherwise he is giving away way too much stuff and I'm sure they would have stopped him by now, so Julie and Henrik are both purely evil. what do you think?

I THINK THAT IM LOSING IT!!!!!
THANK YOU FOR THESE PRECIOUS INFO 😍

There were not many places a teenager could go in Pleasantview past 9 pm because very few places were open in Pleasantview past 9 pm. Darren had already checked with the ticket counter at the movie theater. No one had seen Dustin that night. He’d looked in the Flamingo. Checked to see if the bartender had let Dustin in, but he wasn’t there either.

Darren walked around the park one last time to make sure he hadn’t miss the boy, when he spotted him sitting by the small pond.

“Dustin?”

The boy looked up at him and the first thing Darren thought was Dustin looked way too old for someone his age. The tragic death of his father had really taken it’s toll on him.

my dad, watching battle of the five armies: “hey look bérénice it’s your favourite scene” so I look and there’s the damn thorin is dying bilbo is crying scene so I’m like “why would it be my favourite”

and he says “isn’t it the scene where thorin tells bilbo he loves him”

and then

“look the way thorin looks at him!!”

I’m crying my dad pretty much ships bagginshield

So I seen some not so nice tweets about the way jimin looked yesterday. They said he was racist and didn’t like America. Jimin is dead tired. He flew in from Brazil to new York with no sleep. He went from interview to interview. Dead ass tired. He also was probably feeling a bit uncomfortable because he doesn’t speak english. Cut him some slack.

Those of you saying it’s a joke, it really isn’t. It makes us American armys look bad. Because he had a resting bitch face. He wasn’t trying to look tired.

Just stop with your “jokes.”

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Feet were stupid. Why didn’t things work the way you wanted.
You gave out an frustrated sound that made your dads look up too you.

“He tries to walk again”, Magnus said, a soft smile on his face.
“Doesn’t work, mmh?”, Alec asked you and you pouted at them which only made both of them laugh.

That wasn’t fair. They were taller, older. They could walk, not remembering how hard this was! You cried out and both of them stopped laughing.

“Naw, don’t do that, (y/n)”, Magnus begged and came to you.
Still pouting you let him help you standing on your feet. Once you stood yourself he started the music box with his magic and let you dance.

You wanted to stay angry but the music was just too good, so you started giggeling, while looking at Alec who smiled brightly.

“That’s my boy.”


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I felt him approach before he spoke, keeping his voice quiet and soft. ‘I have been looking for you at the club. Why are you still here?’ 

‘Remembering,’ I mumbled, turning to look at him. He stopped next to me, gaze fixed on the vast gardens, the only thing left of the estate that lay in shambles behind us. ‘Is it bad that I did not feel anything? When she died? When I saw Sorcha… my heart broke and I cried for days, but for her I couldn’t shed a single tear. Is that bad? Am I evil?’ 

He sighed. ‘I never hated anyone in my life. It’s not the way of our people. But with your mother I have come very close.’ 

‘She was trying to protect her bloodline, I guess.’ 

‘And she was destroying everything that stood in her way in the process,’ he added. 

‘Is that not the way of every witch?’ 

‘Not your way. If it were, I would not be standing here.’ He turned, touching my cheek with cold fingertips. ‘It’s been a lifetime of darkness for us, Heda Wardwell, but now the witch is gone. For the first time in your life you get to really choose. And something tells me you will make the right choice.’ 

I grinned. ‘You’re only saying that because the right choice includes you.’ 

‘Not necessarily. But I would be honoured.’ I leaned against his side and we both looked back at the stony remains of the estate. ‘So?’ he asked after a moment, ‘What will it be?’ 

I sighed. The stones were still. There was a silence about them, lifeless and cold. The estate was truly gone. And we were standing in its ashes young and free. ‘We rebuild and we survive. Together.’ 

And for the moment, the dogs in the distance stopped barking. 


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