we're all stories unfinished and we die to find some fitting words to write
Pigs must be flying somewhere, because both Ascended demigods are laughing and enjoying themselves, almost like actual siblings. Almost like the world isn’t on the brink of war and they’re just racing because they can, because of the power they feel at night. If that isn’t a reason to laugh, she doesn’t know what is.
With only the stars and sliver of moon above, there are no shadows to grab at Nate’s ankles and return the favor and everything else on her is too much, much too harsh, too serious for this night. They aren’t fighting (not yet), so the Wraith uses her teleportation to put herself two grassy knolls ahead of Nate (just a quick flash and a cheeky wave behind her as she bolts forward again) hopefully timing it so he’ll see as he crests the one they’re approaching.
With only the stars and sliver of moon above, there are no shadows to grab at Nate’s ankles and return the favor and everything else on her is too much, much too harsh, too serious for this night. They aren’t fighting (not yet), so the Wraith uses her teleportation to put herself two grassy knolls ahead of Nate (just a quick flash and a cheeky wave behind her as she bolts forward again) hopefully timing it so he’ll see as he crests the one they’re approaching.
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