Sue Ellen sat at the counter, eating red licorice and reading the National Inquisitor. It hadn't been really busy, just that couple that had been affectionate at check in. She paused from her reading to consider them for a moment. They'd been really affectionate. JR never touched her like that anymore. Oh well
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Like a little... fairy.
Yeah.
Come get some.
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Nervous?
Shut up.
You should have taken the boat when you had a chance.
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The image of the man with the knife to a little girl's throat was still in his head, and had him feeling a bit more violent than he usually was. tim, it should be noted, was in her way.
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"Let me finish it." She threw a punch at his face.
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She hissed with pain as she leapt back, rubbing her leg.
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I knew I liked this guy.
"Get. Off. Me!" She grabbed his sides and pushed against him, driving him into the opposite wall.
Don't trip.
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"It's Fae like you," he gasped. "That got the rest of them exiled in the first place."
He brought the pommle of the swand against her elbow, as hard as he could. Which granted wasn't THAT hard, compared to other peple who work out or get in fights alot.
"this is for them as much as it is for Pippi."
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Get out now before it really gets bad for you.
NEVER.
Adella's eyes were glowing like a small pair of lavender suns as she tilted her head back and forward into a headbutt before shoving him and his stupid weapon away from her.
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Tim's head slammed backwards, hitting the wall behind him as well, his vision whiting out. The shove sent him flying onto his side.
And a moment later, a clear, sweet, lilting female voice, filled with pure heartbreak, and deepest despair, sang out from his pocket...
Woe and wurra wurra to the House of Desmond!
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Turning to where Tim was sprawled on the ground with murder in her eyes, she glanced around to find the sad singing woman.
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"Milady will you allow this to be?"
"It isn't working! Why isn't it working?!"
"I cannot mend what is torn so badly. I can piece together the fabric, but I cannot weave the web for the piecing."
"Let me be your web my lady."
"Great Hern are you sure?"
"yes. just let me talk to him first. Tim, son, there's a lot you'll have to forget, but remember, what is truly given for love, you can never regret."
"Woe, ever woe for the passing of the Desmond!"
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