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Lorcan knew from the moment he laid eyes on her brightly coloured hair and scowl that she was going to be a problem.
asdfghjkl that made me think of that one audio XD that perfectly applies to Cal LOLL!!!
(“A girl doesn’t dye her hair that color unless she has psychological problems.” “My hair color has nothing to do with my psychological problems!!!”)
Okay, I can’t just leave it at that I have to leave a quick reply XD This is fantastic XD
Calliope
He smirked, and I had the sudden undeniable urge to smack it off his face. He had no right to smirk.
“Relax. I call everyone sweetheart. Or a ghrá. Or eejit. Depends on what mood I’m in,” he said, easily.
“It’s a bad habit, I suggest breaking it before someone breaks it for you,” I said, bluntly. “While you work on that, I would vastly prefer the latter over the former.”
I was not letting him get away with that excuse.
Ophelia looked at me worriedly, though she tried to force a smile that was as fake as her lashes.
“Besides Lorcan?” He tilted his head as though deep in thought, then shrugged, with another of his infuriatingly smug smiles. “A lot of things actually. But I’m mostly know for possessing a particular set of skills. Unpleasant work, but it gets food on the table.”
I scoffed. Out loud. Did he mean to scare me? To impress me? I was neither. He had no power over me there or anywhere else. My opinions were my own, and I would not be manipulated by public opinion.
Public opinion was fickle and two-faced. Another reason not to trust the undeniably popular Ophelia. She was as artificial as the porcelain dolls she resembled.
“Is that supposed to impress me or scare me?” I asked, giving my thoughts full access to my words, as usual.
“And who are you? Besides Cal?”
I grinned, but it felt more like a dare than anything else. He wanted to judge me, and I didn’t care. I had once, and I never would again. People could think what they wanted, they could judge me as whatever they pleased. I would never conform to be like them.
“Who do you think I am?” It sounded like a challenge. Now I turned to Ophelia, who was watching us with round, curious eyes.
“How about you, Ophelia? Who do you think I am?”
She looked down and examined her nails in what looked like a nervous habit to buy time. Or perhaps that was just of greater interest than I was.
She smiled, uncertainly.
“You’re in the same Latin class as Athena.”
I threw up my hands as though all my questions had been answered.
“There, you see, Lorcan? I am in the same Latin class as Athena.” I said her name as though it was rotten, which it was to me. “Doesn’t that answer every question you’ve ever had about me?”
Ophelia’s smile faded, then returned, sheepish this time.
“Wrong answer?” she said, timidly.
I rolled my eyes.
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I actually have no clue why Cal is acting this way XD Why is she so m a d? Who knows, I sure don’t. XD
Without darkness, there is no light. If there was no nighttime, would the stars be as bright?
@emily-waldorf Yep. Permanently damaged. 😂 You did good at writing Jade, too.
Jade glared at the well-dressed brat. The price of his clothes would support an entire tenement of Culled for a month. “And just who do you think you are?” she said, hands on her hips. “Maybe you could learn to hold your own tongue, but I think your position is irrecoverable.”
The man gasped. Jade smirked at his gasping-fish mouth and guessed no one had ever spoken to him like that before. Just like Mara. I suppose Protector idiots exist everywhere.
Back by Avin, Rosemary said, “Of course we just got here. You saw us.”
Then she cocked her head and stared at some point behind him. Avin glanced around. Nothing. Rosemary paid him no heed as he shifted uncomfortably, and then backed away the tiniest fraction of a foot-shift.
A sudden indignant voice snapped her out of the faraway realms her brain was roaming.
”I am the king! You shall have a month in the stocks for such irreverence, wench!”
Jade laughed long and coolly. “Well, king, get yourself out of the glass if you can. Then dole out your judgements. But I think you’ll find that your authority is nothing in this place.” She spun away from him on pointed toes and went back to Rosemary’s side.
”You had an idea, didn’t you?” she asked her friend.
Rosemary’s attention now on Jade, Avin slipped away with the silence of a mute antisocial ghost.
”Yes. Zeke’s condition might be cardiovascular, so I’ve been on the wrong track for a year!” Rosemary covered her face with her hands.
Jade reached up and patted her shoulder. She couldn’t say “It will be ok.” It wouldn’t. Zeke would get culled, and they could do nothing in this creepy castle. Finding chemicals for his medicine would do no good if he couldn’t get them. Jade looked up at Rosemary, wondering how to say all this. Rosemary certainly hadn’t given any thought to logistics and future actions. Jade knew her well enough to guess that Rosemary’s all-consuming goal had blinded her vision concerning every point in between now and its achievement.
”Who’s that?” Rosemary suddenly asked, her hands down again.
Jade followed her gaze to a painted perfection of a woman who nearly made Jade gag at her revolting delicacy. “I have no idea,” she replied. I don’t even want to know. I bet a dead fish would make her faint.
The indigo-haired scrap of a woman near the fashion-plate and Lorcan looked just as strangely painted, but she was sassing Lorcan. Jade smiled. At least this place wasn’t without amusement. Never before had she the pleasure of observing such a menagerie of wits and fools.
We are called to be lights in the cosmos.
May your inkwells never run dry!Enydd is being ridiculously stubborn with me, revealing she has a different side to her but refusing to show it to me. Because of her refusal to cooperate, her narrative may seem out of character at times.
ENYDD:
There were voices coming from further down the room. New voices. I groaned. Wonderful. This meant that there were probably more trigger-happy, angsty killers. Either that or pessimistic people who always had a sarcastic comment for every situation imaginable.
I dug the bottom of my palm into my forehead. Stop it! You haven’t even met these people! They could be a friendly lot for all I know. Don’t start assuming things about people you haven’t even met. Stop it!
Double-checking that I had those thoughts fully submerged under memories of all the friendly people I had ever met, I walked towards the voices. As I drew closer, I heard the distinct tone of…arguing.
“No assumptions,” I whispered to myself before stepping out of the shadows.
My former observation was correct. These were new people. One. Two. Three, four, five, six. Six of them. Lorcan was a familiar face though that didn’t make the situation any less uncomfortable.
Since interrupting the heated debates with a cheerful introduction seemed unwise and dangerous, I opted to stay on the sidelines and smile pleasantly. My strategy? Hoping that the pessimistic people would haughtily ignore me, the dangerous ones dismiss me as harmless, and the friendly ones see me as a kindred spirit.
Alaric
“And just who do you think you are?” Jade said, hands on her hips. “Maybe you could learn to hold your own tongue, but I think your position is irrecoverable. Get yourself out of the glass if you can, princeling. I think you’ll find that your authority is nothing in this place.”
She spun on her heel and stalked off, leaving Alaric standing in a puddle of glass, blood spreading across his palms.
She was right. This wasn’t Reantare, or anything like it. Alaric blinked, once or twice, then started after her. She was already embroiled in a conversation with her friend and didn’t turn as he came up.
“I–I’m Alaric. I’m prince of Reantare, but I suppose that doesn’t matter here. Last I knew I was at home, and I wasn’t expecting to meet anyone but the castle servants. I’m afraid I made a rather large mistake. Apologies?”
“‘fraid you did.”She turned back to the other girl. Alaric sighed. He had been going to ask her if she had seen where his book landed, but thought better of it. He looked ruefully at his hands and tried to shake the glass bits off. It only stung worse as he moved them.
“Hi, I’m Ophelia! That looks like it hurts.”
Alaric looked up to find himself face-to-face with a pretty girl, almost immaculate. He couldn’t place her in any class: peasant, merchant, nobility, farmer. None of them fit. He wouldn’t have let her touch him in Reantare. Princes are taught not to get too near strangers. But here it was different. He bowed. It was strange to bow before someone whose rank was absolutely a mystery to him, but his encounter with Jade had made him wary. He put his hands behind his back, anxious to hide the ugly spectacle from a woman.
“And I’m Alaric. It’ll be fine.”
Nothing about the fire in his hands would be fine, but he wouldn’t say so.
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.com@emily-waldorf 😂 If Rosemary sees Alaric’s hands, she’s going to demand medical supplies.
We are called to be lights in the cosmos.
May your inkwells never run dry!Avin
He relaxed. They were all talking to someone else now. He glanced around the room. There wasn’t much to see; just a cave, with a chandelier in it. He frowned. That didn’t make sense, but nothing here did.
He caught sight of a movement along the wall: there was a girl there, barely old enough to be called a woman. She clung to the shadows, every angle of her body tense and ready to bolt, like a cornered animal.
He tried to reason himself out of it: cornered animals want to be left alone. But sometimes they need to be led out of the corner, came the answer.
He moved away from the group of people without their noticing, and walked slowly toward the girl. He’d approached enough wild animals to have ease and openness in all his movements. He stopped too far away from her for her to think he was a threat. “Hello,” he said, loud enough for her to hear, but not for the group behind him. Certainly not loud enough for those two women to hear.
“My name is Avin. You look as though you didn’t want to be here.” He smiled. I don’t, either.
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@inkhorn There you go!
@e-n-leonard That would probably be advisable. IDk where the medical supplies are coming from, though.Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
https://silverpenstrokes.wordpress.com🙂 And I also want to thank you for your review of my dystopian plot idea. It was very helpful. 🙂 (One can never use too many smiley face emojis XD)
ENYDD
A man (How old is Avin? I’m guessing mid- thirties to early forties) moved towards me as one would towards a frightened animal. My lips quirked upward. I must look terrified. And truth be told, I was slightly, slightly, nervous. My initial adrenaline rushes that had propelled me forward before had long since worn off, leaving me slightly overwhelmed and unsure.
The man seemed nice enough though. There was no “Give me one good reason I should spare your life” in the way he walked over.
“Hello. My name is Avin. You look as though you didn’t want to be here,” he said in a low voice with a friendly smile.
“I’m Enydd Skovgaard,” I returned with a slight bow. “And there are many other places I would rather be than here.”
“I’m sure the same could be said for all of us. Where would you rather be, if you don’t mind telling me,” he asked politely.
I opened my mouth to give the expected, “Home,” but Avin’s genuine curiosity kept the words in my mouth.
“Well,” I said after a moment of silence. “I would want to be in a forest that’s several hours from where I live. The trees there are gorgeous, and the flowers there are just beautiful. My family goes there just to have picnics and study the plants. My sister picks up a leaf or rock or something and will just go on and on about what it’s called, its history, what people use it for. My youngest siblings will sometimes “hunt for fairies,” and they’ll pretend that the flower petals are the fairies’ clothes hanging up to dry and that the bushes are their mansions and…” I stop and give a sheepish grin. “Sorry, I can go on and on when I start talking. It runs in the family. So, what about you? Where would you want to be?”
Rosemary turned toward the sound of Miss Painted Face and Alaric’s conversation. Jade reluctantly turned with her.
”I’ve never seen so many strangers in my life,” said Rosemary.
”We’ve never seen any, you mean, until now.” Jade braced herself for another conversation with the princeling brat, now with the added benefit of — another dancer! Or at least the painted girl was trying to be one. Still, Jade knew that graceful posture was not something a fake could do.
Rosemary said, “Hello. I heard you shouting, but I didn’t catch your name. What is it? And you, too?” She glanced between the two.
Jade kept silent, wondering if her earlier haughty response to Alaric would keep him from talking to Rosemary.
Nope.
Alaric looked quizzically at Rosemary’s long white lab coat and bowed. “Prince Alaric of Reantare, lady —?”
”Rosemary.”
”And I’m Ophelia!” said the perfect one.
Jade found it difficult to keep her face straight at that one. What a name.
Rosemary’s voice went sharp with sudden focus. “What’s that?” She gestured at Alaric’s hands.
Blood rushed into Jade’s cheeks. If she finds out I left him injured, she’s going to give me a rant…
”Nothing, just some glass on the floor,” said Alaric.
Rosemary rolled her eyes and snatched up his wrists before he could say a word. “And you, too, Ophelia! Just a moment.”
Rosemary pulled out a pair of tweezers from her lab coat pocket, squinting in the dark at the splinters in his hands. As she pulled them out, she rambled about the dangers of infection in untreated wounds and the damage glass splinters could cause. She moved to Ophelia, whose wounds weren’t as bad, next.
Jade watched the proceeding with a somber quietness in her heart, thinking of Rosemary’s doom because of her skills. Here, things were more as they ought to be; a place where Rosemary could use her skills for good without fear.
@emily-waldorf I thought Alaric might get confused by the lab coat and think it was a noblewoman’s robe 😂. If it doesn’t work just tell me.We are called to be lights in the cosmos.
May your inkwells never run dry!WOW! Things are moving fast! I was going to write something yesterday, but then another page of writing appeared!
So…. before the large break in the castle, I had Ku’Aya (nicknamed Ku) and Abirami. Ku calls him Ami, but Abirami hates that nickname. Ku is a 14yr. old Aelacrin girl, and Abirami is an 18 year old Aygiff boy. Aelacrin’s are green skinned, have ears that stick out the side of their faces like half-blossomed tulips, and have the ability to control insects. Aygiff’s have pointed ears that point back toward the back of their head and have the ability to transform into animals. They wear robes and something called a gaaban – a magically imbued leathery garment (similar to boxers) that can stretch and shrink with their transformations. Abirami also has scraggly dark hair with a rattail down the back with heterochromic eyes (one eye is emerald green, the other is cobalt blue.)
Before, the room they were in was pitch black and put people to sleep, sending them into their worst nightmare to face the thing they fear the most. Abirami faced himself and conquered his fears pretty quickly, but Ku struggled. She feared being abandoned and thinking she’s ugly and unwanted/useless. I will pick it up from there. In the format of what has happened so far, Ku and Abirami are just further into the room, hidden by the darkness of the room. (new characters – don’t need to do the nightmare thing, since it’s so long ago we can say that Ku and her bugs broke the room mechanic. lol… hopefully my post will explain why.)
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
Valencia:
The last of the street lights flicker on, scattering the inky shadows on the damp sidewalk. The sickly yellow glow flashes across Kit’s keys as they twirl around his finger, flickering in and out of his hand to the beat of some inaudible tune. My chest tightens as the keys slip just beneath his fingertips. Just five minutes before, he’d had a great deal of fun pretending to almost fling them into a storm drain, a stunt that nearly gave me a heart attack and Kit a laughter induced aneurysm. He suddenly whips around with a grin. “Almost there!”
I think that’s supposed to be reassuring, but I’m not comforted at all. I desperately scan the broken lines of brick and concrete structures for that tell tale glimmer of neon pink. Kit parked right under the “Pines Drug and Grocery” sign thinking it might help us find his car – a safeguard after last weeks’ fiasco. Might. A new wave of anxiety coils beneath my ribs as I follow Kit around yet another corner. We’re definitely lost.
Kit’s keys swing on his finger as he triumphantly points to a rusted green street sign – Pine. My stomach drops.
“Hey Kit.”
“Hmmm?”
“You do know we’re parked on Tansy, right?” Kit stops short, keys still draped across his outstretched hand. His gaze trails off to the sign, and for a split second his shoulders droop in defeat.
“Whoops.” He forces a laugh, staring back at me behind a plastic smile. “That’s nice.”
“What do you mean ‘that’s nice?’ You’ve gotten us lost, you know.” Of course, I could’ve been paying better attention as well, but that’s beside the point.
“Not too lost. It’s just a couple of blocks” He triumphantly points across the street, back at the neon sign faintly glimmering behind rows of ramshackle buildings. “Anyways, they say exercise is good for you, so it won’t hurt to walk extra tonight.” Kit’s grin falters as I shoot him a withering glare. “Anyways, we’re armed, so it’ll be fine. Really.”
“I’m sure we’re not the only ones,” I mutter under my breath. At this point, I have to wonder who he’s trying harder to convince – me, or himself.
My hand flies to my coat pocket as we scurry across the street. My fingers trace the contours of the notebook through the thick wool, a small reassurance despite the delay. We’ve got the information alright, plus more than we bargained for. A smile knots at the corners of my lips. That’s all thanks to Kit, of course. He’s got a nice way of making people talk.
He’s also got a nice way of getting distracted and throwing out all common sense on a whim, which is exactly why we’re hurrying across a slimy part of town after dark.
I throw an uneasy glance over my shoulder. The street is lined with grimy brick buildings, many with broken windows or boarded doors. An alley gapes back at us as we pass, and I take the slightest step back towards Kit. A flash of pink suddenly jumps out beyond the alley, and I freeze. That’s it! I can see the sign in the distance, just straight ahead through the narrow corridor.
“Hey Kit!” Kit turns as I point ahead at the sign.
“You really want to walk through there?”
“It’s a shortcut,” He looks at me skeptically, and part of me is almost relieved to see him show some semblance of caution for once. “Well, I suppose we’re both armed…” He glances up at me, a familiar sparkle flickering in his eyes. “That’s brilliant,” he whispers. “Come on, lets run for it!”
I recoil as we squeeze past some empty trash bins and into the dark corridor. This isn’t a brilliant idea at all, despite what Kit might claim. In fact, this just might be the dumbest decision I’ve made in my life. My heart skips as I suddenly stumble in the quickly dimming glow of the street lights. Was it really this dark in the alley? A sudden draft hits my skin, and I shiver. I can barely see my own feet anymore.
“Kit!”
“Just a little ways more! I can see some light ahead,” His voice wavers a little, echoing somewhere not far ahead – I can barely make out his silhouette ahead. A faint light suddenly bobs in my vision. It’s soft and warm, almost like the glow of a fire…wait. I squint. That’s natural lighting, alright. I can hear voices up ahead too, some female.
“Whoa there!” Kit suddenly exclaims. I nearly bump into him as he stops short. We’re in some giant room now, lit by a few torches. Splinters on the ground reflect the glow in a thousand points of light – broken glass, if I ever saw it. A group of strangely dressed people stare right back at us.
What in blazes?
*laughs as one fey*
@jared-williams Kit and Valencia are free if you’d like to start an interaction between them and Ku/Abirami!
*laughs as one fey*
Ku
(essence is the “magical system” of my fantasy world. It’s based off of Plato’s true forms, if knows what that is. =) )
Pitch blackness.
“No.” No way could I be alone.
I stretched out my essence, seeking for some living creature. Surely, I would find one. Even as a street urchin, I was never really alone. Every square inch of earth housed millions of friends I could have as companions.
Falling down on my knees, I searched the strange, cold ground I was on. If felt like glass, but it was as hard as metal. I couldn’t actually see it, but I could feel it.
The panic worsened. Not a single insect? How was that even possible.
Where was everyone? Where was I? What was I supposed to do? Where should I go? Could I go anywhere?
Hyperventilating, I hugged my knees and fell over into the fetal position. Every fiber in my body rebelling against my solitude.
Abandoned. Unwanted. Worthless. Unloved. Why was I even born?
Tears streaming down, I cradled myself, unable to move. Unable to speak. Unable to think.
Abirami
(Dhiaga is my world’s word for emperor, and the current emperor is ‘evil’ – the one who led the invasion that killed Abirami’s father – and is out to kill Abirami due to a blood curse placed on his people that targeted Abirami’s father. Since Abirami is of the same blood, the target of the curse was passed on to him as well.)
(Augmenting means to take on one aspect of a creature, and is much more difficult than transforming into the animal itself.)
I laid down and closed my eyes, waiting for Ku to wake up.
Hopefully she woke up soon. If she was having a dream similar to mine, I could only pray it was over quick. Her baggage was much thicker than mine ever was. Sure, my father had been killed during the invasion and I’d lost everything, but she’d never had anything to begin with… growing up alone in the slums, ostracized and despised.
I tried not to think about it, but memories of finding her sleeping under a garbage pile on the side of a building, sickly with nearly pale white skin, haggard with barely anything but skin and bones…
I shook my head. I had saved her from that life, and I was determined to never allow that to happen again.
A rustling grew louder, a hum I recognized all too well.
“Ku-”
Sitting up, I was surprised to see Ku’Aya was still asleep, but her hive was activating, swarming around her.
“Not good.”
I stood to my feet and backed away as the swarm grew, encompassing Ku and expanding outward. Augmenting the eyes of the hawk, I could see her more dangerous insects were swarming along the outer edges.
As I feared, the hive was in defense mode, and that didn’t bode well for anyone in the room.
This had happened once before, when Ku had been knocked out by one of the Dhiaga’s assassin squads. The swarm attacked anything and everyone within range, unable to discern friend from foe.
“Get back!” I yelled. “Everyone get back! Out! Get out of the room!”
(FYI, havent figured out what all Ku’s insects do just yet, but she does have a good lion’s share of wasps, bees, bullet ants, etc. in numbers that are akin to the biblical plague of locusts in Egypt)
Ku’Aya
(The reflected image of Ku in this section is an exaggerated version of Ku’Aya’s looks. You can think of it as a sort of self-image, since Ku has been told over and over since she was born that she’s ugly by townsfolk and strangers, etc.)
(Menna is an evianian [a race that can fly] and Menna and her brother, Setti, are also orphans who were saved and adopted by Abirami and his caretaker, Semiramis [a maunin who can control plants] Menna is a few years older than Ku, but really close in age, and they butt heads a lot due to Menna being a bit stuck-up. Menna’s mother was governor of the town before she died – soon after the invasion)
I lay there whimpering, huddled up into a ball and hugging my knees. The tears continued to flow.
A high-pitched, maniacal laugh filled my ears.
Standing over me was a three-dimensional, shimmering reflection of me. Her ears were large and elongated, the mohawk on top of her head frayed and enmeshed, and her calloused grin showcased sharp, jagged teeth.
“What’d you expect? Who would want your ugly self? You put worms in your hair and crawl around, playing in the dirt all day.”
“I do not!” I exclaimed. “And it’s a bawl, not a worm!”
“Whatever. It’s still disgusting.” The person resembling me straightened up, the front of her mohawk resembling that of a feather, and her voice shifted, reminding me of Menna. “And where do you find the bugs you play with?”
I looked down, knowing the answer. “In the dirt,” I muttered.
“Exactly!” the voice crackled. “Dirty, disgusting, ugly, worthless piece of street urchin; should never’ve been born.”
My arms shook, but not from rage. Something inside me told me Menna would never have said those things, but my body quaked because she might as well have said it. My heart drowned in deep despair because it was my voice saying it – the words I never allowed myself to utter, for once spoken, there’d be no denying the truth.
“Your parents were smart. Abandoning you before you could drag them down with you.”
“No,” I whimpered. “It’s not true.” I looked up into the face that was my own, and the hatred and anger there sent me sprawling back on my hands.
“You know what normal people do when they see a bug, don’t you?” the alternate me asked. She raised her foot and kicked me in the face.
I cried out, putting my hands up, unable to retaliate or shy away.
“You’re really no better. Parasite, uselessly draining the life from all your friends and… well, so-called family.” A hand pushed my arms out of the way and grabbed my throat, lifting me up off the ground. “Perhaps I should end your misery right now.”
I grasped at the arm, unable to fight back. Tears fell, blurring my vision. I didn’t want it to be true. I wanted to live, but how could I fight back? How could I fight myself? Was this really what I wanted?
(whew. okay. Yeah, I know. A real downer… don’t worry, Abirami will come in for the save, after he gets everyone else to safety… looking forward to seeing everyone’s reactions to a massive swarm of dangerous insects. ;p :0 hehehe – oh, and for the newcomers… Ku is NOT the sensitive type. Lol. so this is a side of her that is very very rare indeed!)
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
sorry, didn’t see your post until after I posted mine. I had my two in the back of the room previously, so I decided to pick up where I had left off… hope it works. I can have Abirami interact with you in my next post… after people’s reactions… I’m gonna have Abirami try to corral everyone out of the room… =)
Christianity has not been tried and found wanting, it has been found difficult and left untried. ~ G.K.C.
Enydd is being ridiculously stubborn with me, revealing she has a different side to her but refusing to show it to me. Because of her refusal to cooperate, her narrative may seem out of character at times.
LOLL, don’t you love when they get like that XD Well, it’s usually a sign of development!
That bit you wrote for Ophelia is perfect! That’s so like her, she’d definitely do that!
Wow, Jade and Rosemary keep getting more interesting!
Oh, goodness XD Kit is already fully in his element. That was so fun to read! Also your descriptions are just flawless! There’s so much atmosphere to it!
Awww! That was so sad! I felt so bad for Ku.
Okay, I think I uncovered some more of Cal’s backstory too! I’ll see if I can work it in soon! She’s developing so fast now!
But first, Ophelia! (As soon as I get around to it XD)
Without darkness, there is no light. If there was no nighttime, would the stars be as bright?
asdfghjkl that made me think of that one audio XD that perfectly applies to Cal LOLL!!!
(“A girl doesn’t dye her hair that color unless she has psychological problems.” “My hair color has nothing to do with my psychological problems!!!”)
Oooh you just gave me an idea😂😂
Lorcan
Lorcan had a good feeling that Cal and the other girl Ophelia, knew each other. Apparently they were in Latin class? It seemed Latin existed in their universe too. Was it also as big of an influence on the other languages as Latin was in his universe?
He glanced at Ophelia who was blushing. “Aren’t you being a wee bit harsh on her?”, he said to Cal.
“Like you would care,” Cal snapped.
He smiled in a mock pitiful way at Cal. “I don’t know who you are. But I can tell by your crazy hair colour that you’re someone who likes unnecessary attention. By any chance, is it ‘I will throw a tantrum’ day? Oh dear, I must have missed it.”Cal scoffed.
He sneered. “And whats with the indigo colour? Couldn’t go with a less crazy shade? Or was that your only option?”
Cal glared at him, unperturbed by his insult. “None of your business birdbrain. And if you don’t meet me saying, you look like a friendless emo who has a parrot as a best friend.” She smirked.
Lorcan raised an eyebrow. “I suppose that was meant as an insult. Except I have absolutely no clue what an emo is.”
I am not good at insults so you fire ahead and change it up if you like. Maybe make Cal even more insulting😂
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