As was recently pointed out to me, "Nerdy Dalek" is an anagram of my name, so I suppose it's only fitting that my birthday should be the day my Doctor Who story comes out on ebook. The Mystery of the Haunted Cottage is a Tenth Doctor adventure and I had unimaginable fun writing it. For those of you who don't read ebooks, fret not- a physical book, containing all eleven stories by eleven writers, will be arriving late next month.
Ah yes, my birthday. I am 39 today. Some people might worry about reaching that age — just one more birthday till 40, after all. But not me. I shall live forever. And I don't mean in a metaphorical sense. I don't mean I'll live forever in the hearts and minds of my readers. I mean I will literally live forever, drawing as I do from your pain and suffering.
Your pain makes me strong.
Today is the day I knuckle down and officially start Book 9. I've been writing bits and pieces of it for the last few weeks — I've got close to 10,000 words done — but today it kicks off properly. October 23rd is, of course, the day Skulduggery died, hundreds of years ago. Once again, I think it's only fitting that I begin his final book on such a date. Poignant, even.
Sniffle.
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«Oldest ‹Older 1401 – 1600 of 4985 Newer› Newest»Ms. Adrasdos, why do you act in such a fashion?
*gasps in surprise at the fort, then claps with delight* *turns to Sir, projecting something like awe or admiration*
#ChaseForBook9
I know!
Sir is such a wonder, is he not?
*smiles blissfully*
*lifts her head up* How so?
*puts it back into the snow*
*lifts her head again*
AY I BETTER BE GETTING SOME ADMIRATION TOO
*wriggles*
*smiles at Adra, projecting gratitude* *Adra hears "May I help?"*
#ChaseForBook9
Yes, Ms. Adrasdos. If you did not constantly deprive yourself of rest and recovery, you would most likely be extremely admirable.
In any case, it was a simple feat, hardly worthy of mention.
*shouts*
NO
*giggles at Sir's typo*
#ChaseForBook9
*slowly hauls herself out of the fort*
*by throwing her scarf over the edge and repelling down*
Yes, typographical errors can be quite amusing.
*slowly lifts her head and the rock underneath Sir gives out until he is neck-deep in rock*
*it closes back up, so only his head is sticking out of the ground*
*laughs*
*lands on the ice*
*slips a little*
*ties her scarf around her neck in an effort to regain her dignity*
*it does not work*
*projects acceptance to Adra* *uses air to rise into a tree and lays on a branch, contentedly watching the others*
#ChaseForBook9
Adra!
For shame!
Sir, can I help at all?
Not that you need my help . . .
It isn't crushing him, if that helps
HE TRAPPED ME, I TRAP HIM.
THAT'S HOW IT GOE- *begins coughing*
It does not help at all.
It is frightfully rude.
*places hands on hips*
*can't speak because she's coughing*
*sighs at Adra*
Try eating some snow. I hear that helps with sore throats. Honey, also. Try some honey.
*gives her a glare* *said in a break* Snow makes it worse- *coughs*
*projects concern towards Adra*
#ChaseForBook9
If you are so concerned, Arisbel, come down and help her yourself.
*goes to check on Sir*
Ugh cokd
*puts her face in the snow*
*groans*
(I don't know what that means, Zafira, but hullo.)
*stares* So let me guess another damn name of Niccolò's is out? I came home thinking I'd see him such is life I may go to bed early as I hate dealing with his names beside John
...
Harumph. Well, Ms. Adrasdos, I suppose it is only fair.
*sinks deeper into the rock, and disappears entirely from sight*
((I believe it was supposed to be "cold"))
*manages to drag herself halfway out*
*sighs, and opens up the ground around Sir, and it lifts him up*
*apparently not*
*scoops up some snow*
*throws it at Zafira*
Be nice.
(Just ignore that last bit- sorry, I didn't see what you wrote))
*projects welcome towards Zafira* *leaps off of the branch and lands lightly on the ground* *approaches Adra and sits by her* *takes a deep breath* Do you remember what Nye did to you before?
#ChaseForBook9
*looks sadly at the ground*
Goodbye, Sir! I'll miss you!
Greetings, Ms. Zafira.
*pops out of another gateway a few meters away*
Ms. Adrasdos, you should really get to bed.
mmmm no..
*head jerks up*
Nye?
*looks suddenly uncomfortable*
Sir, you're acting like a mole
Whack a mole
*glances behind her*
Oh, there you are, Sir.
I am no mole! I take offense at the very idea.
Now, if you do not go willingly to bed, I am afraid I shall have to take you there rather forcibly.
*projects apologies towards Zafira* *does not project slight dismay, but you can see it when you look at her*
#ChaseForBook9
you shall not.
And popping up all around like that, yes- you are acting like a mole
Hi....excuse me I need to go punch a wall I can't stand any name of Niccolò's well most so excuse me I need to go take a few minutes to compose my anger.
Ms. Adrasdos, I shall. You NEED your bed rest. It is your health, I shall not stand any argument.
((Ari thats me in rp btw! Zaf isn't....too fond of names sorry Alastair kinda petrified her enough))
*adjusts lab coat grumpily*
I strongly dislike all this chaos. People talking over each other all the time. Humph.
But it is a pleasure to meet you, Arisbel. I suppose.
Noooooooo
Extending the vowel of the word shall not make me listen any more.
Yeeeeeeeeeesss it wiiiiiiiiiiiiiilll
You're one of Niccolo's names, then?
I've only met one True Name, myself.
The only man who scared me more than Oscar did, at the height of his power.
*glances over at Sir and Adra*
Do I need to separate you two?
*manages to haul herself up* *takes her cane*
Doctor, it is her health. You surely do not want her to remain sickened for such a long period of time, correct?
((That is perfectly alright, Zafira.))
*smiles at Precocious, still somewhat sad* Niccolò's discipline was to steal true names. He stole me. *laughs lightly* I didn't know I had a true name until he took it. I didn't know what one was. But yes, that is what I am. There are 49 of us in here, but Celine doesn't scream anymore. Her magic is there, but she isn't. Celine was kind.
#ChaseForBook9
Correct, correct, but I think that if you try to force her to take a nap you yourself will suffer a sudden drop in your health . . .
I shall hardly attempt to FORCE her to take a nap. I simply wish to deliver her from an extremely cold landscape.
Ah, yes, Oscar. I've been meaning to have a discussion with that man...
Yes, Niccolo told me that was his discipline.
I cannot deny that it seems an uncommonly cruel one.
*laughs*
I never learned my true name. I'm too afraid of what I would become.
I hope my true name isn't something silly.
Like Boopsaloo.
Oscar?
What do you wish to discuss with him?
..Silent? Celine?
What happened?
(If someone would kindly knock out Precocious with a snowball, I wouldn't mind having Oscar pop around for a very clean and germ-free chat.)
*looks at Arisbel* You probably know my own screams. I was one of the women Alastair trapped with all you in his head but it was my consious not my name, I don't understand why he never stole mine but he didn't maybe because I know my own true name
That bally medallion of his... It could be of no importance, but if it is what I believe it may be, then... Oscar and I may have a conflict of interest, as it may be.
I suppose it was cruel. But he didn't want to hurt people. Not really. He was... *pauses for a long moment* What is your word that means wanting to know?
#ChaseForBook9
(Or, if that is not necessary, I will remain here.)
*wonders about Celine but does not press Arisbel on the subject*
*snow falls from the tree from nature and hits Precocious*
((OOH sorry 0.0)))
Curious, Arisbel. Curious.
*sigh*
I know nothing of the medallion.
*plays with a strand of her hair*
*the bit with the white stripe*
. . . But I think I'm afraid of it.
Hardly surprising; I'm afraid of so much . . .
*snow falls on her*
AHHHH-
*falls over, unconscious under a pile of snow*
(By Jove, one would almost think this was some sort of PLANNED pile of snow! Goodness me!)
Celine accepted that her life was over. Her voice faded away. Niccolò almost faded, too. I am here so that he does not fade.
We do not steal names unless we want them very much, Zafira. We already had a necromancer, so Alastair did not want your name.
#ChaseForBook9
((Of course! How convenient))
*shifts nervously*
Sir, are you still a head in the ground?
....
Oh my God... *her eyes well up*
*walks slowly through an all-white plain*
*sees the trembling, static, faded, gray images of Sir, Adra, Arisbel, and Zafira*
*reality snaps into place*
*finds himself behind a tree, watching the proceedings*
Curious! *beams in delight* He was curious. You have beautiful words. Thank you, Zafira.
#ChaseForBook9
Of course not, Ms. Adrasdos.
*a faint cry escapes me* Please don't let him fade...*bites lip* I guess I'm lucky he had a Necromancer...I experienced his head once....I much prefer to not although I do wonder if it'd allow me to meet any of the other names I know...ones I would die then have out
*projects concern towards Adra* Why do you make tears?
#ChaseForBook9
*is listening intently*
*eyes widen*
Because... She's...
*shakes her head* I didn't- I mean, I couldn't have, but-
*keeps shaking her head*
*hand brushes against tree*
*frowns*
*wipes off hand with moist towelette*
Celine was so kind, innocent like...Niccolò taking her name was so wrong, Alastair deserved it But she did not
You could hear all of us if you were in our head, Zafira, but we are unhappy there, so we scream, and it is not a nice sound when we all scream.
#ChaseForBook9
*stiffens, turning in a circle*
*murmurs under his breath*
There are a lot of unfair things in the world, Grand Mage . . .
.....
Excuse me for a moment.
*tears a gateway open, and strides through*
No...
no, it's a double loss. For both *hiccups* Celine and... *looks up for a second* And for Nic. Because he still has to hear them.. For everyone
*bites lip*
*listens intently*
*laughs* I would give anything to introduce Justaria for a half hour in your head, she actually split herself from me to save me from being trapped but...Ah we conflict she never experienced what I did only through memory
Ex-excuse me..
*turns and walks as fast as she can back to her house to cry*
*watches Adra leave*
*ends up sitting on the swing on her porch* *sits there, sobbing*
I always feel bad for Niccolò. I know what he suffers and I understand....I mean we both know it firsthand...*sighs* No matter what I still can try with him...
*nods* Celine was beautiful. I liked her.
Do you know that the world gets darker every time someone ends? There are beginnings, too, but the endings are sad sometimes.
#ChaseForBook9
*focuses his attention on Zafira and Arisbel*
*a short but distinct screech cries out from behind Oscar*
*opens notebook*
*scribbles 'Niccolo Croatoan' in it*
*puts it away*
*starts in surprise*
*looks behind him*
*his eyes flash gold*
I know.....I also know life is cruel to us, I need not say my story again but life teases me. I hate that it does I wish it would for once let me be happy
*walks forward rather casually, holding a pair of tea cups*
Tea?
*extends a hand with a latex glove on it, holding a cup*
*looks very surprised*
*cautiously takes the tea*
*doesn't drink it yet*
. . . Who are you?
Are you Sir Reingington?
*notices the glove*
*the corner of his mouth twitches*
((If you touch Niccolò I promise you a death you will remember as painful and terrifying. Do not ever mess with the man I like I will get defensive and I will be extremely violent))
Of course, good sir. And you are Oscar, I presume?
*pulls a blanket over her shoulders and lowers her head* *shuts her eyes tightly, thinking about all the things there are to be sad about*
*looks steadily at Sir*
. . . You got that from Doctor, yes?
She speaks very highly of you.
I suppose it shouldn't come as a surprise that you have fresh-brewed tea in the middle of the woods.
*sips it pointedly*
*is not scared*
My name is Oscar Neurotic. But you know that already, I suppose.
*hums in a way that somehow sounds unearthly* I will be back. *appears next to Adra* You do not need to cry. She was ready. Do not forget that there are happy things, too.
#ChaseForBook9
*sighs* Lonliness....
no there aren't...
Indeed. Sadly, I am forced to be brief, as I have a plane leaving in a few hours.
You would think that being able to manipulate the dimensions would make inter-continental travel easy. Bah.
In any case, I am very sadly forced to take that medallion of yours, and melt it down until I am entirely sure that its powers are inactive.
I do understand that this shall be most inconvenient for you, but I can assure you that you shall receive compensation, in some form.
Well, except for making the good Doctor your nemesis again. But I do hope you realize that such a thing is not possible, in any case.
*nearly chokes on his tea*
*clutches his chest*
I'm sorry, Sir, but I cannot allow that.
I don't want to hurt you; Doctor's nerves wouldn't take it,
but I really would rather keep this.
If it's all the same to you.
*eyes flash gold and stay that way*
*projects sincerity and optimism* But there are. People smile every day. People laugh every day. New people are born every day. There are trees to sit in, and there is snow to play with, and there is ice to spin on. There is dancing and there is affection. The world is not darkness.
#ChaseForBook9
*sits lonely in the snow* Bloody typical. *lays there* *doesn't bother moving*
*ignores her emotions*
What's the point of there being happiness, if it's fleeting, then?
Mr. Neurotic, I understand that you most likely have some form of deep connection to that medallion.
However, that thing could be standing quite squarely in opposition to most everything that I have been trying to achieve with my time here. You do seem to be quite sure that you do not want to give it up, and that seems quite reasonable.
I do suppose that there is only one course of action left, then...
*sighs*
What is the point of anything?
Happiness is lovely while we have it, and it is always somewhere. You can look and see the sad things, or you can look and see the happy things, but both of them are always there.
*splits into two, one teleports to Zafira* You are lonely.
#ChaseForBook9
Olivia: *plays in snow*
Javier: Hey Liv
Olivia: Daddy! *goes to*
Javier: *picks up* I got you now *kisses cheek* Where's Mommy?
Olivia: Laying in snow!
Javier: Lets go see if I can get you today?
Olivia; yay!!'
Go on Javier I don't mind.
Javier: Thank you Zaf *goes with Olivia*
*drops teacup and steps back*
*brings his hands up*
*a bright light burst through the clearing, surrounding him in sharp bolts of golden light*
Back off . . .
*chuckles, and holds his free palm flatly upwards*
*a teapot, still warm, falls out of a small gateway on to it*
More tea?
Also, if that cup cracked, I hope you realize that it is coming out of your wallet.
*looks up at Arisbel* Lonely is a good word. Sad. Alone. Yes I am and am destined to be. I have my kids but no man I always wanted a son but I gave up on that unless Javier and I magically get together
*turns and stares at Oscar's light for a moment, then stares at Sir* *hums again, and draws her attention back to Zafira and Adra*
#ChaseforBook9
*looks very frustrated*
*the light begins to flicker*
*he gets angrier*
Why is it . . . failing . . . ugh!
*gives Sir a stern look*
I don't know what your game is,
but I simply cannot be parted from this.
You understand, I'm sure.
I know- I used to see, but I can't now.
((Msd because i may fall asleep Zaffy tired)$
Please, sir, my 'game' need not involve your harm.
In any case, you have my word that I shall not harm you here.
Really, the last time I engaged in direct combat was on my ship... Ah, those were the days...
*starts slightly, and composes himself*
In any case, prepare for a rather long ordeal of siege and espionage warfare. Really, those are the only two things that I am good for, now.
You have an evil lair of some description, correct?
(I am actually drinking tea right now and it is very delicious . . .)
*scoffs* I would hardly be a supervillain if I didn't . . .
*stops suddenly*
*squints at Sir suspiciously*
What are you planning?
Nothing aimed at you personally, naturally. Really, this whole MESS would be over if you simply handed over the medallion.
Honestly, if I can determine what it does EXACTLY, there's even a chance I may simply give it back, if it is not what I believe it be.
Hmph.
I did not last 500 years by being stupid.
You do not intend to return this . . .
*taps medallion*
*it sparks*
You said yourself that it may contradict everything you've worked for.
*the light flickers and dies around him*
*he backs away*
I won't give it to you.
I . . . I CAN'T give it to you. I can't.
...Excuse me.
*leaves, going inside, her chest burning a bit*
*locks the door and manages to get to the sink before she begins to violently cough up lots of blood*
Mr. Neurotic, I said that it MAY do so.
Not will. If you truly wish for it to remain close, I see no issue in merely letting you supervise while I examine it.
. . .
. . .
*still has one hand pressed to the medallion*
. . .
Two conditions.
Two of them.
Are you listening, Reingington?
I would not respond if I was not, Mr. Neurotic.
First!
You do it here. Right here, right now. And I watch.
Second!
. . . Convince Doctor to talk to me.
Peaceful, I swear. No weapons. Just a moment to talk, away from everyone. And Adrasdos. Away from Adrasdos.
Doctor likes you. She trusts you. She'll listen to you.
Swear that you'll do this for me.
And I'll let you look at the medallion.
((I love you all but I am exhausted night everyone))
(Goodnight, Zafira!)
But you have people- two daughters, and many friends. You do not see them, but they are still there. You are only so lonely because you think you are.
#ChaseForBook9
((Goodnight, Zafira. My apologies for suddenly vanishing.))
#ChaseForBook9
Erm...
*looks around*
Here? NOW? Mr. Neurotic, I... Can't. Certainly not in the... Oh, I'll do my best, very well.
As for the second...
I swear upon my honor that I shall do my utmost to attempt to arrange a peaceable, private discussion between yourself and the Doctor.
*looks steadily at Sir*
*removes the medallion from around his neck*
*it has left a red mark where it touched his skin*
*with apparent difficulty, he holds it out to Sir*
((Night Zaf))
*notices te amount of blood that came from her lungs this time*
*teeters, grasping wildly for something, grabbing a towel rack, but it comes free of the wall and she falls back, slicing her arm open with a cry of pain*
*holds it, frowning*
*he turns it over in his hands, examining every surface carefully*
*brushes hand lightly against the locked door* *projects desire to help towards Adra*
#ChaseForBook9
*watches Sir intently*
*his hands begin twitching*
*wipes them down with a moist towelette*
*even though he doesn't need to*
*then does it again*
*and again*
*still staring at the medallion*
VERY interesting......
*slowly rubs it across the surface of his palm*
... Well I certainly didn't expect that...
*pushes herself onto a shoulder but otherwise can't respond to Arisbel from the pain in her arm and lungs*
*breathing becomes irregular*
*watching the medallion*
*keeps his focus on the medallion*
Mr. Neurotic, control yourself...
*breathing steadies*
I . . . I don't like this.
*rubs his hands together nervously*
I don't like this at all . . .
((Would the wards in your home prevent me from walking through the door?))
#ChaseForBook9
Describe exactly how you feel, down to the last emotion.
Remember, this may be your only chance for a meeting with the Doctor...
Oscar, is it? Oscar dear, please calm.
((...probably. Sorry.))
I . . .
*swallows*
*shoots Sir a dirty look*
I feel nervous that you're going to drop it, and afraid that you're going to take it, and angry that someone else is touching it, and disgusted that I can't get this damn stickiness off my hands, and distracted by the cold and the wind and the fear, and I want you to put it down right now because my heart is beating so fast I think I'm going to fall over and I've been talking so long and so fast and I can't breathe dammit I can't-
*gasps in a breathe*
Please.
Please give it back.
*transfers the medallion to one hand*
*kneels down, and clears a patch of snow off of the ground with his other hand*
*looks sharply at Sir*
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
Be careful.
You'll get it dirty.
*starts breathing irregularly again*
((That is perfectly alright. Does your lab have windows?))
*projects welcome towards Death*
#ChaseForBook9
*pushes herself into a more comfortable position and taps a symbol on her arm a few times, as the wards begin to bread and crumble down* *falls back on the ground, almost unconscious*
But Oscar, I thought you didn't bother to clean the medallion anyways?
*puts the medallion on the ground, and backs up rather quickly*
*examines Oscar very carefully*
Now, let the titans battle...
*Glances from Oscar to Sir* Uh... I have no idea what's happening... Why do you have his necklace? Why are you so concerned about getting it back? And most importantly, why the Hell is there snow!?
(Yes, Hullo Death Rose. Do you like how I removed the medallion from my profile pic for the duration of this?)
*backs away hurriedly*
*begins to sweat*
*in below zero weather*
What is happening?
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Ah, greetings, Ms. Rose.
You are about to see an unstoppable force meet an immovable object.
*begins hyperventilating*
What is this-
What is this-
I'm done. I'm done with this.
Give it back.
Give it back!
*runs through the door and the walls directly to Adra* *touches her shoulder lightly, transferring an ample amount of energy to her and attempting to alleviate some of the pain*
#ChaseForBook9
((Did you just quote Batman))
*looks from Rose to Sir and back again*
What?
When did SHE get here!?
*begins to turn blue from lack of breath*
*forces himself to breathe*
*makes a faint sound, her eyebrows furrowing*
*shrugs*
There it is, Mr. Neurotic. On the ground.
But of course, you wouldn't let a tiny thing like your very nature stop you from getting down there and scrabbling to retrieve it, would you?
(I can't help wondering if you actually made the sound, or if that was the sound of your eyebrows furrowing, Adra. If the latter, what noise does that make?)
(I thought something looked different, Anni...))
*Nods to Sir* Thank you.
Oscar dear, please, air in your lungs. I have a habit of appearing out of nowhere at the best of times.
*starts breathing heavily*
Wh-what?
What are you saying!?
*stares at the medallion*
*starts frantically wiping off his perfectly clean hands*
I don't-
What do you mean-
*hands start shaking fiercely*
((I'm going to stab you, Anni))
*starts violently trembling all over*
Stop . . .
Stop this . . .
*is on the brink of tears*
What . . .
What do I . . .
Of course, Neurotic is your NAME. I quite doubt that Oscar Neurotic would gallavant in the dirt.
Unless, of course, something else compelled him...
*gives Adra more energy, unsure of what else to do*
#ChaseForBook9
*trembling all over*
*shaking*
*sweating*
*dives onto the ground and snatches up the medallion*
*sighs*
Oscar...
*winces* *murmurs, her eyes closed* Ow
*scrambles backward*
*away from Sir*
*his breathing steadies*
It's fine.
I'm fine.
*looks down at his hands and clothes*
*starts trembling again*
What . . .
What the hell did I just do . . ?
*begins to panic again*
*begins violently shaking*
*and breathing irregularly*
*and his heart begins pumping*
*still holding the medallion*
I'm . . . I'm covered in . . .
UGH!
*scrambles to his feet in horror*
Choose who you want to be, Oscar.
A man who lost?
Or a sniveling wreck who could not let go?
*hums* Adra, you spoke. What can I do to help you?
#ChaseForBook9
*stares at Sir*
No . . . No, Reingington, you don't . . . you don't understand . . .
*motions to himself*
I can't think, now! I'm covered in, in, in SHIT! I feel nervous that it will never come off, and afraid that it will happen again, and angry that I was ROLLING in it down there, and disgusted that I can't get this damn stickiness off my hands, and distracted by the cold and the wind and the fear, and I need to get it off right now because my heart is beating so fast I think I'm going to fall over and I've been talking so long and so fast and I can't breathe dammit I can't-
*gasps in a breathe*
I can't think . . .
Don't . . .
Don't remind me of her . . .
Don't remind me that she's seen me like this, worse than this, even . . .
*shakes her head* You can't get it for me. He's gone right now.
I'm a sniveling wreck . . .
*trembling all over*
*clutching the medallion*
And I don't know why . . .
I don't know why . . .
...
*sighs*
Because of that BLOODY medallion, that's why...
*breathing is irregular*
*heart is pumping*
*whispers* What is it doing to me?
What is it? Who is gone?
#ChaseForBook9
*shrugs*
Causing a conflict.
What you just saw, just did, is what it basically is.
You move in one way, but the medallion drags you by the ear in the other.
. . . what's going to happen to me . . ?
*looks down at filthy self*
*then at medallion*
. . . am I going to spend the rest of my life . . . covered in shit . . .
*burst of vicious anger* and holding an immaculately cleaned medallion!?
It doesn't matter, Arisbel *feels rather lightheaded again and shuts her eyes* Hell, I'm about to black out. Again
Hardly. I would recommend melting it down, posthaste, and jettisoning the remains into deep space.
Though for all the little dilemmas I can set up, what happens to you is largely your choice, not that of the medallion's.
It matters very much. Please tell me.
#ChaseForBook9
Honestly, jettisoning objects into deep space can solve a lot of problems.
*still trembling*
*looks down at self*
*laughs suddenly*
*and loudly*
And I wonder why she left me like the piece of shit I am! Ha!
*holds out medallion in a shaking hand*
*it's burning a red mark in his hand*
If . . . if I give this to you . . .
*looks like he wants to rethink it*
Will you . . . destroy . . . it?
I don't . . . I don't want to be changed . . .
*laughs loudly*
Even . . . even changed from the piece of shit I am now . . .
*voice grows stronger*
Take it, destroy it, go ahead.
I . . . I don't deserve her . . .
But that . . . THING . . . doesn't deserve ME . . .
Please, I'll start crying again... *its too late* if you we're suck, and hurt, and in pain, and if there was one person on the entire planet who could make you feel better, would you not want them beside you?
Except, when this is not possible... *shakes her head* *looks at her feet and wiggles her toes* *they don't move*
...hell
*nods, understanding* I would. I have.
What was the symbol that you said did this to you?
#ChaseForBook9
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