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"And if it's not right, you have to put it right!"

"Is the first word... tomato?"

"Should have thought of that before you made a pact with Satan and decided to steal my cake!"

"I didn't know they were the flaming Russian mafia, did I?"

"But I didn't do anything! That's not right."

"The teacher's clearly falling short."

"Moby Dick? Easy, grandma!"

"We're told we have to do what we're told but surely, sometimes you have to be a little bit naughty."

"Sometimes you have to make a little bit of mischief."

"Am I... am I... look, am I fat?"

"Do all those brains in your head give you a headache? I mean, it's got to hurt, all squished in there..."

"The endings are often a little bit gory..."

"She keeps trying to tell me stories! Who wants stories?!"

"The tiniest mite packs the mightiest sting!"

"Stop scaring your mother with that book!"

"Oh, you stupid man..."

"You mustn't let a little thing like 'little' stop you!"

"Cinderella, in the cellar, didn't have to do much as far as I could tell."

"I am off to bleach my roots, and I shan't be talking to you for the rest of the evening, you horrid little man!"

"Imagine what I can do to a horrible, squeaky little goblin like you."

"Nobody else is gonna put it right for me!"

"Maybe your largeness is a bit like the TARDIS -- considerably roomier inside."

"No one is as handsome, strong as me!"

"Where's the revenge section?"

"Give me more cake!"

"Mum, would you like to hear a story?"

"Just because you find that life's not fair, it doesn't mean that you just have to grin and bear it!"

"Love and fate and a touch of stupidity robbed them of their hope of living happily."

"You can be all cynical, but it's a truth empirical -- there's never been a miracle as me."

"Extra strong? Keep out of reach of children? Hmm..."

"Even if you're little, you can do a lot."

"You thickheaded twit-brain!"

"Russians are nocturnal. I saw it on a programme last night."

"I'm so very, flaming clever."

"Take out your hockey stick and use it as a sword!"

"Nobody but me is gonna change my story!"

"Ever since the day Doc chopped the umbilical cord, it's been clear there's no peer for a miracle like me!"

"Good hair means a good brain."

"You can pretend you're an elf!"

"Dinners don't microwave themselves, you know!"

"I think it's probably for the best if we're best friends!"

"It seems there are millions of these 'one in a millions' these days..."

"Oh, I look nice. You don't!"

              he sleeps lightly,   on his side with a pillow held to his chest as if               he could feel some form of safety with it in his hold;     a comfort               to him in the night now that talia  &&   he were too old to sleep in               the same bed.       and though in the past he might have reacted               harshly out of fear to the voice, he comes to relax more && more               as once had been days, turned to weeks, and onto years.

              green eyes a dark muddy brown in the night come to lock with a               head of dirty blond hair like their brother asher,     and two green               eyes which belong to the one     he’d known when he was still so               small.  stolen away from him and their family as if an object more               than an actual being.

              he sits, a candle just enough light for the man to see the concern                in his younger brother’s face          and so he offers a small smile               before patting the side of the bed in offer.

          He lets out a breath that he hadn't realized that he           was  holding  when  he  sees  his brother open his           eyes and sit  up.    A part of him had been worried           that,   though  he  had  seen  he  covers rising and           falling  as  his  brother  slept,    he  had  somehow           died  and  been  laid  in  the  bed like he had been           sleeping. 

          The  worry left him quickly after that, and he climbed           into his brother's bed,    sitting next to him.  He pulls           his  knees  up  to his breath  and lays his head down           on his older brother's shoulder,  letting out a content           sigh. It feels nice to be home again. To know that his           brother  is  alive, that he will be safe as long as Ryon           is there to protect him.

          And protect  him  he  will.    He would do anything to           make sure that his brother is safe.   He doesn't think           that he can bear to lose him, not again. 

                    ❝ I thought you were dead, you know. ❞

          He  hadn't done this since he had been a small child,           definitely not since he had been back. He had gotten           used  to sleeping alone while he had been a prisoner           of  the  Whitehills.    Before then it hadn't been a rare           occurrence  for  him to  climb  into his sibling's beds           during the  night.    But now he was home again and           he  was  worried  constantly about Ethan.    He  was           afraid  he  would  be dragged away from his brother           once more and never see him again.

             ❝ — sure i did. ❞

❝ Those were mine, Ethan! ❞

    « Are you going to be a brave little man and        defend your house until when Lord Forrester        and Rodrik will get home from war, Ryon? »

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❝ Father said that Ethan will protect us  while he is gone with Rodrik.  I'll  make  sure that Ethan is safe, though. ❞