Maeve follows, trying her best to keep up although she can't deny that she tires easily. The small amount of food she had isn't enough to keep her going for very long, and she quickly grows exhausted ( Read more... )

Maeve doesn't notice the tunic in time to catch it, and it lands at her feet with a soft sound. For a moment, all she can do is stare, shocked that her request was actually listened to. Then, slowly, she picks it up with trembling fingers and puts it on ( Read more... )

Maeve stares at the rope, then looks back up at the woman. "You... You don't need to do that," she says. "I... I w-won't r-run."

She can't stop her voice from trembling still.

{He really does. Like there's a difference between being a dumb teenager and being a jerk, and he crossed it a long time ago. :| }

As Sullivan moves on, Anton doesn't miss the longing glance he casts back at the cookies, and he pauses momentarily, frowning.

Then, with a sigh, he grabs a package of something called 'Oreos', and slips them into the cart while Sullivan is busy looking at bread.

{I'm sure. :/ I wish I didn't submit myself to it, though.}

Anton breathes a heavy sigh of relief as the last of the movers leave, and he is left alone ( Read more... )

Anton opens his mouth to yell something back, but nothing comes out; he can't think of a response ( Read more... )

Agni whistles. "Wow," he says, shocked. "And he... He was okay with going to the human world?"

{I kind of want to see it. I keep hearing that it's really good. Plus, Robert Downey Jr. Although it's a shame there's no Jude Law for him to bromance with.}

Yeah, so... I kind of fell asleep in class today after reading about DJ's adorable Tuo, a LoK pro-bending OC. And I had kind of strange dream where he was being flirted with, and this is what became of that. Because I am crazy, obvs ( Read more... )

Anton stifles a groan as heat encompasses him, and his grip tightens as he helps Sullivan move, sinking his teeth back into the stretch of neck bared to him, taking quick, short drags that leave him panting with need.

{Boo. D: I have those kinds of days. They're always sucky.}

The piece of paper in Anton's hand feels heavy, possessing a weight that cannot be seen. He gazes at it, reading the lines over and over again, though he has long since memorized them.

Dear Mr. Nachzehrer,

We are happy to inform you that your application for a Sentry position has been accepted.He didn't actually apply for the position; he was ( Read more... )