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Oooh I'm definitely in Definitely

//raises hand This sounds interesting c:

The moon was still high up in the sky. Emille let her hood hang behind her back after noting no one seemed to recognize her. All the townspeople seemed to prefer to keep to their own little shadows. She stopped by an open stall; the owner was already beginning to put their stock away. She...

Cole rocked back and forth helplessly. "This is it. We're done. We're done and I'll never get to see another Avengers movie again." Blake blinked, her eyes taking time to adjust to the lighting. She tried to keep her thoughts steady. "So... I'm going to assume you didn't bring me here to...

Emille slid out just as the two took off. She watched them disappear into the dark, their footsteps echoing ever so slightly. Then she looked down at her fallen guard, looking for all the world like he simply fell asleep. She sighed. She hoisted him up by the armpits and dragged him to a tree...

Blake and Cole ducked, Cole's hands shaking and his knuckles turning white at the strength with which he pulled on his hood. They sat there like that for a while, waiting for it to stop; it seemed like ages. Blake sucked in a breath to steady herself. Finally silence fell. Blake looked up at the...

Emille slid into the wall's shadow, gathering herself into a bundle of black, almost completely invisible. She was to the far right of the two, sitting and waiting. The guard eventually caught up, all huffs and puffs and doubled over, his hands on his knees. He never really was much of a...

"What is everything else then?" she asked. "You have nothing else but the lake and the light house in the living plane of existence, but what about everything else?"

Emille stole a glance over her shoulder at the guard. It wasn't one she didn't know, and he surely wasn't one who didn't know her. She looked ahead again, trailing a little behind the two. Despite the bit of urgency, she couldn't help but gawk at the older girl's hair. She pondered whether it...

Blake looked on, her vague understanding etched on her face. "What else do you love?" she asked tentatively. A silence spread between them. She broke it with her own answer, "I love the skies. The colors the sunset and the sunrise paint on them. How sometimes, the stars look so close I could...

"Great, great," Dimitry clapped. "Of course you don't have to marry me, though. That was just, God, I'm sorry you choked on your chocolate." Laurel came by again with the waffles. "Enjoy, your highness," she said, making a grand bow and giving them both a nudge. "Try not to choke on that,"...

Cole shrank back again, trying to hold his whimpers in. "I... I don't know," she stammered, answering with honesty. "It just feels right. You're... Well, no offense intended, but you're dead. You shouldn't be stuck here, you know. Confined to this space, so dank and dark and... lonely. It'd...

"Oh," he said, having his turn to turn a little red himself, "Thank you." He reached for a tissue to wipe off anything else. "Well, I'll be prompt and to the point," he declared, setting the napkin down. "Will you marry me?" He saw Mark gag a little on his chocolate. "Shit, sorry sorry," he...

A flash of purple caught Emille's eye as her boots clicked dully on cobblestone. She flicked her eyes to the source, spotting the thieves as they were leaving. She ducked into a shadow by the brick walls of a house. Or maybe it was a store? She wasn't sure. She heard their steps growing louder...

He shot Mark an amused look. "It's a date if you wish to call it that," he said, sliding into the booth. "Or not, if you don't wish to call it such." Laurel came back with the hot chocolate. "If it makes you feel better, though, I do not kiss on the first date, nor do I do anything to anyone...

Blake stiffened at the sound of the couch hitting the opposite wall, the crash sending bits of splinters flying. She turned to the poltergeist. "Then let us. Let me," she said, her voice catching. "I know that there's no reason to trust me, and I understand why you'd be terribly hesitant to...

My coffee has gone cold...

Dimitry pushed open the cafe's doors, welcoming Mark in with a grand sweep of his hand. "My second home~" he cheered. "Hey! Dimitry!" called one of the staff. "And I see you've brought a date," she cooed, grinning with a raised brow. "Laurel, you'll scare him," he remarked. He took Mark by...

"So," he said, his hands on his hips, "Care to join me for some waffles and coffee, Mark?" he said as he started heading to the cashier to get the book. "I highly recommend the blueberry cheesecake waffles. They're absolutely AMAZING. Thank you," he said to the cashier. "I hope I'm not coming...

YES //clears throat Yes, I am a Filipina c: //gasps Does this mean you are, too? Yeah, conflicts should definitely be a thing. It was one of the things I struggled with when I first came up with the vaguest concept of it =u= I tried making it a comic when I was in the 5th grade, then 2...