OZ Matchers - Round 2
Title: OZ Matchers - Round 2 (2/4)
Characters: DG/?(guess….), Cain, Glitch, Az, and some of the Tin Man crew and a random-non-interesting OC.
Timeline: Post eclipse
Rated: PG - One bad word! o.O
Genre: Romance, Drama/Humor (fluff)
Summary: DG learns what an OZ Matcher is, and why it's sometimes better not to cross the line
A/N: Goodness me, you forget to type TBC once and the lot of you panic as if there won’t be more! Relax! It still doesn’t say complete, now does it? Sorry this one is so short!
Previous: Round 1
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DG knew better this time.
She had been pestered relentlessly after the first OZ Matcher. People wanted to know who she was in love with, and she swore that she had no idea what they were talking about seeing as she was unaware of the customs.
She punched Cain in the arm rather hard after she realized what was going on and he just laughed.
She took in a deep breath and walked into the ballroom for the next OZ Matcher, 6 cycles later.
Time for round two.
She avoided the barrier, like last time, for the most of the party. And this time, Cain kept her company on the mainly white side of the line.
“Afraid your match is here this time, Doll?” Glitch asked bounding up next to them, also still in white, smiling like he knew something she didn’t.
She just narrowed her eyes, “I’ve trekked all over the OZ with you guys. Why would crossing a little line in the middle of a ballroom to find a soulmate be scary?”
“Then dance with me!” he said grabbing her arm and pulling her across the room. She looked back to Cain pleadingly, and he just shook his head at them.
“Better you than me,” he muttered. Dancing with the Zipperhead could likely lead to getting a spin kick to the face.
He watched as Glitch, in yellow and silver, spun DG, in dark brown and gold, around the floor gracefully. He saw his son with the same girl from last time, still in orange, but this time they had a gold accent as they twirled around.
After dancing with Glitch, others had pulled DG along for dances until finally she gave up and retired for the night like most of the other guests. Meanwhile Glitch pulled Azkadellia around in a matching yellow and silver outfit.
Cain remained until he was the last person left. He stood at the side of the room near the barrier, staring at it skeptically. After making sure nobody else was around, he stuck his hand through experimentally. And bowed his head in defeat.
That’s what he thought.
Wyatt Cain was now dressed in dark brown with gold accents.
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A/N: More later!
Characters: DG/?(guess….), Cain, Glitch, Az, and some of the Tin Man crew and a random-non-interesting OC.
Timeline: Post eclipse
Rated: PG - One bad word! o.O
Genre: Romance, Drama/Humor (fluff)
Summary: DG learns what an OZ Matcher is, and why it's sometimes better not to cross the line
A/N: Goodness me, you forget to type TBC once and the lot of you panic as if there won’t be more! Relax! It still doesn’t say complete, now does it? Sorry this one is so short!
Previous: Round 1
TMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTM
DG knew better this time.
She had been pestered relentlessly after the first OZ Matcher. People wanted to know who she was in love with, and she swore that she had no idea what they were talking about seeing as she was unaware of the customs.
She punched Cain in the arm rather hard after she realized what was going on and he just laughed.
She took in a deep breath and walked into the ballroom for the next OZ Matcher, 6 cycles later.
Time for round two.
She avoided the barrier, like last time, for the most of the party. And this time, Cain kept her company on the mainly white side of the line.
“Afraid your match is here this time, Doll?” Glitch asked bounding up next to them, also still in white, smiling like he knew something she didn’t.
She just narrowed her eyes, “I’ve trekked all over the OZ with you guys. Why would crossing a little line in the middle of a ballroom to find a soulmate be scary?”
“Then dance with me!” he said grabbing her arm and pulling her across the room. She looked back to Cain pleadingly, and he just shook his head at them.
“Better you than me,” he muttered. Dancing with the Zipperhead could likely lead to getting a spin kick to the face.
He watched as Glitch, in yellow and silver, spun DG, in dark brown and gold, around the floor gracefully. He saw his son with the same girl from last time, still in orange, but this time they had a gold accent as they twirled around.
After dancing with Glitch, others had pulled DG along for dances until finally she gave up and retired for the night like most of the other guests. Meanwhile Glitch pulled Azkadellia around in a matching yellow and silver outfit.
Cain remained until he was the last person left. He stood at the side of the room near the barrier, staring at it skeptically. After making sure nobody else was around, he stuck his hand through experimentally. And bowed his head in defeat.
That’s what he thought.
Wyatt Cain was now dressed in dark brown with gold accents.
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A/N: More later!