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@filiaxignis so one time i did a thing and completely forgot it happened

      “ some things I cannot change                                            ——but ‘til I try, I’ll never know “

“Done, done and done!” Whoo! Who else feels like a winner tonight?! Grinning, Lindsey bounded after her aunt Everly. “Thank you so much though - I mean it. You must be busy too, so—I really appreciate this. You letting Stitch stay here.”

  “No problem, dear. Anything for you.” Everly smiles and kisses the top of her niece’s forehead. After washing the dog, Everly grabs a towel and starts drying him off. It really is a cute dog.   “Alright,” she smiles. “He’s all clean. You guys go ahead and play. I’ll make some dinner soon. You’re welcome to stay, if you call your parents and ask.”

  “I mean I like like you, Emmett...” Ugh, why must this happen? She knew from his reaction that he’ll reject her. Hopefully he’ll let her down easy.

  “Oh! Yeah, sure! What’s up? I’m uh … not in trouble or anything, am I?”

 “Yeah, I like you.”

          ’ Yeah, well… You weren’t exactly supposed to see it. ’

  “What do you mean?”

“Good. I think Mum would freak if I were to take this little guy home.” Little guy? “Destina’s allergic to dogs, you see. It’s really annoying because I’ve always wanted one. You think you could take him? Hmmmm—-” There’s a brief pause before Lindsey grinned. “—-can we name him Stitch or something? That sounds cool, doesn’t it?”

  She smiles at the cute name, “Yes, that sounds lovely.”

  She looked at the costume that her friend had chosen. “Yeah… I could do runes all over my arms, wear eyeliner and have at least a laser and a whip. It could work.”

 She nods and smiles slightly. “Yeah, it’s gonna look epic. Though now, I feel like my costume is too. . . been there done that. Maybe I should do something else?”

“Now, this shall be our secret, yes?”

Was this how her mother had felt, when Pasiphaë countless times had shown her daughter the crown that befall the queen of Crete? Luckily, or sadly, Ariadne had had no daughters whose crown she had stolen in freeing herself from the royal house of Crete. “Try it on, shan’t you?”

   “I look like a princess.”

“I believe people are born as blank slates. Things happen that determine how they are shaped.”

 But she trusted this girl. Taking a deep breath, she finished her sentence, “. . . Push me off the edge.”