Eh, I've always rather enjoyed being fashionably late." I picked up the violin case for Melanie, giving her an hug before clambering off the rock. "I feel like we should be leading a procession in, Pied Piper style."
"I know just the thing." A hint of her old self peeked through her eyes.
A moment later the first bars of "Safety Dance" hummed from the strings. I bit my lip trying not to giggle. Together the two of us broke out in lopsided chorus as I twirled about her. Ignoring the stares of the elves, we strutted up the center of the caravan, Brystion trailing behind us bemusedly.
I squinted at the clock, sighing when I realized it was only 7 A.M. "Christ. Do you think the powers that be would mind if I asked them to make sure the next apocalypse takes place later in the day? Maybe around teatime?"
"Good luck with that.
Talivar slouched in the chair next to me, casually lifting his bare feet to rest upon my chair's footrest. It was an oddly possessive move. It was also oddly sexy.
Allison PangWhy can’t I quit you?
Allison PangIt’s like having my very own pet Legolas.
Allison PangFrodo lives!
Allison PangWhy do I suddenly feel like I'm on the Island of Misfit Toys?
Allison PangI brushed my hands on the pockets of my jeans, still marvelling at the fact I wasn't wearing a gown. And that I had real underwear on. It was the small things
Allison PangYou’re going to have to do better than that if you want to get into my metaphysical pants.
Allison Pangthis stuff tastes like the bastard love child of grapes and rubbing alcohol
Allison PangTag: paranormal demons
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