A future so bright it burns (Slayer!verse)
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When Mary Margret left he took the book to the library, along with his tea, heavily spiked. He took his time removing the paper, building up his courage. He knew what he would find, but knowing and seeing were different.
Mark Leroy's cramped writing took up most of the pages, but there was a more delicate script as well. He found himself reading Mary Margaret's words of hope and pain before moving to the start of the book, to read of the discovery and careful calculations. There was a list of ways it all could have gone wrong, but didn't. Not for Mary. They could still go wrong with Belle.
He wasn't sure about showing her the book. Not yet. Not until he'd worked it all through in his head. So intent with he, though, on his reading that he didn't know how late it was.
When Mary Margret left he took the book to the library, along with his tea, heavily spiked. He took his time removing the paper, building up his courage. He knew what he would find, but knowing and seeing were different.
Mark Leroy's cramped writing took up most of the pages, but there was a more delicate script as well. He found himself reading Mary Margaret's words of hope and pain before moving to the start of the book, to read of the discovery and careful calculations. There was a list of ways it all could have gone wrong, but didn't. Not for Mary. They could still go wrong with Belle.
He wasn't sure about showing her the book. Not yet. Not until he'd worked it all through in his head. So intent with he, though, on his reading that he didn't know how late it was.