A small fireball hit him in the face. He again looked at his sister, smoke still curling out from her human nostrils. "What brat?"
"I said she'll want to return to her men as soon as she can."
"I know."
His sister smiled up at him. "And will you be ready for that, idiot?"
"It's Lord Idiot to you." Fearghus rested his head on his crossed forearms. "And yes, brat. I will be.
Hysterical laughter. Why did he keep hearing hysterical laughter? Fearghus opened one eye to stare at his two siblings. The were practically falling over each other they were laughing so hard. They woke him up from a sound sleep for this? "What?"
His current mood wouldn't allow for this. And definitely wouldn't allow for him. Gwenvael choked out an answer. "She braided your hair, brother."
"Like a horse's mane," his sister added.
Did you see the way she ran out of here? Like I had the plague or something."
"Who? The witch?"
"Aye."
"And this bothers you because..."
"Well...it's rude."
"Uh huh."
Brastias growled at his second in command. "Shut up.
You bastard! Let me down!"
"Not on your life, beauty." The godlen claw gripped her tighter. "You get hurt, he'll kill me. Now quiet. I'm trying not to vomit." --Gwenvael to Annwyl
She started it,” Briec stated before holding his “perfect” daughter out to Talaith and announcing, “She
looks to need nourishment. Unleash your breasts for her.
Tag: humor
Annwyl?” Ragnar repeated, suddenly remembering that Keita had said the same name before they’d
burst out of the woods. “This is Annwyl?” Ragnar looked the woman over, from her absurdly large feet
to the top of her unkempt head. “This?”
This human who had more muscles than seemed necessary for any royal and watched him and his kin
with what he could only term as the mad eyes of a diseased animal.
Tag: humor
What are we doing with him?" Briec asked eagerly. "Are we throwing him out a window? Let's throw him out a window! Or off the roof!
G.A. AikenTag: humor sibling-rivalry
Dagmar tried to stand, and Gwenvael caught her hand, pulling her back down. "You can't leave me. I'm tortured and brooding. You need to show me how much you adore me so I can learn to love myself again."
"You've never stopped loving yourself."
"Because I'm amazing.
Tag: humor brooding self-love egotistical
The feeling to bury one’s head in a ditch can be an overwhelming one, but Annwyl fought it all the same.
G.A. AikenFor it was intelligence that was the thin line between endearing rapscallion and idiot bastard. - Éibhear the Contemptible
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