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My first draft is not garbage. My first draft is more like a murky river, and Iâm a grizzly old prospector wading in and panning for gold. Yeah, thereâs a lot of mud and dirt and rocks, but if I take my time, thereâs also some valuable gems and nuggets hidden in there that make it all worth it.
cannot stop thinking about âif soulmates do exist theyâre not found. theyâre madeâ and how much more wonderful a concept it is. you were not made to fit with someone else, you were made be yourself and itâs up to you to choose who fits with you and how they fit. you get to wake up every day and choose to have the people you love the most belong with you and that makes it so much more meaningful than some random act of fate forcing you together
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Gisbert always knew this day would come. He knew there would be a day when he could no longer follow Mikaia everywhere. When he couldnât keep up physically or mentally with all the hair-brained schemes the kids threw at them. It wasnât even that he was old. He knew, as an elf, he aged slower, but still. But still.
He knew it was coming soon, and he needed to warn Mikaia, but it happened so fast. One second, he was walking up the stairs to their house, Mikaia in front of him, walking up the stairs backwards as he talked to Gisbert, and the next, Gisbert was at the bottom of the stairs, Mikaia yelling over him as he held Gisbert.
He hated that this is how it would happen. No warning, nothing, his body just suddenly giving out. He wondered if Mikaia knew it was coming, or even if he knew how elves died. He knew Mikaia had never seen an elf die from old age, and frankly, neither had Gisbert.
He could feel his body start to become more distant, as Mikaia continued to yell above him.
Suddenly, he heard it, through the fog of pain. âDonât take my heart away, please world youâve taken so much, donât take him too.â
Gisbert felt himself slam back into the ground, and Mikaia was yelling again, louder, more angry. He couldnât open his eyes, his mouth, and everything was in pain. Pain?
âGisbert Aeson Sullivan, if you die on me right now, Iâll never forgive you!â he heard.
He let out a small, âbuh,â before he opened his eyes, the bright, hot sun gone, replaced with the dark, cool roof of their house. He could hear faint crying, and when he tried to look, the crying instantly disappeared.
âPapa? Papa are you okay?â He carefully moved his head, and looked at Mikako. âDad, papaâs awake!â she yelled as she turned to look over her shoulder. They could hear thundering footsteps coming up the stairs, and Mikako gave Gisbert a small kiss on his forehead, before she stood, and left the room, replaced immediately by Mikaia.
Mikaia moved to his side, and sat in the chair next to the bed. Gisbert went to talk, but coughed. Mikaia sat him up, and helped him take a sip of water. Then, he put the cup down, and held Gisbertâs hand, and started talking. âGisbert, I hope you know, I didnât even know elves could die. I didnât know the signs of an elf dying. I do know, however, what it feels like when someone dies next to me. Youâre not allowed to die, not next to me, not while Iâm alive, and certainly not when weâre about to visit our grandchildren.â
Gisbert nodded, and looked at Mikaia. âIâm sorry, I was going to tell you.â
Mikaiaâs eyes narrowed. âWeâll have a long conversation about that later. Now? Rest, recover your strength.â
âI love you,â he told Mikaia. Mikaia nodded, and smiled at him.
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I donât remember the last time I was allowed to do this. The last time I was ever allowed to run free in the woods. It never happened with Alexis, thatâs for damn sure. I clench and unclench my shoulders as the full moon begins to rise, feeling the familiar burn start to set into my skin. It doesnât matter today though, I can run free today. The kids are with Gisbert, so I donât need to worry about one of them getting hurt, or one of them trying to play with me while Iâm like this. This shift is going to be an easy one, I can feel it in the way my nails are sharpening, my hair starting to stand up.
Then, the moon is where I can finally see it. Ah, there she is. Sheâs beautiful, as always, and I feel the familiar calm settle over me, the burn beginning to grow stronger. Itâs okay though, I canât hurt anyone out here. No one is allowed in the woods right now, Gisbert is protecting me, and my children. Itâs okay, I repeat to myself, a mantra in my head as my nails and hair grow longer, my body beginning to shift. I fall to my knees, catching myself on my hands that are becoming paws at the last second. A good thing is that Gisbert is watching over me. I donât have to think past what happens after this shift, because I know whatâll happen. Gisbert will find me and will take care of me, like he always does.
My more âhumanâ mind becomes less strong as my wolfâs mind takes over. Itâs so relaxing, to be in this form. I stretch as my body begins to finally stop, and I can stop worrying so much. Itâs simple, this way. I just do what I always do while in this form. Iâm running free, running wild.
RJ is very bad with his own blood. Ask his father, he can confirm it. However, he has a very specific reason to be bad with blood. Yâsee, being raised to freak out at the sight of your own blood means that for him, getting injured can sign a death sentence for other people. So, yeah, he can very easily say heâs bad with blood.
However, he didnât realize that he would get fucked by it in the middle of class. When the teacher asked if anyone would like to prick their finger for the class to test blood type, and volunteered him without asking, he kinda flipped. He was out of that class in seconds. It isnât until heâs up the stairs back to his room that he realizes: Hey, maybe that was an overreaction? Now, normally, he wouldnât care what others think, but Alexander was in class. Alexander was in class and saw him flip shit and is probably looking for him right now to figure out whatâs wrong because thatâs what he does.
He pauses up the last flight of stairs. Is it⌠Is it such a bad thing if he tells Alexander why he canât see his blood? He could claim itâs just a fear of the sight of blood. He could-
He feels it, suddenly. A small stabbing sensation in the side of his leg. Itâs not- it canât be⌠He carefully touches the side of his leg, trying not to look at it, but just to see if heâs actually⌠And he feels it, the blood. And he feels the other, the whispering fire. The fire starting to build in his blood, in his body, in his mind.
He hears someone yell at him from a distance and he looks down the stairs. Mistake. He sees his blood, and snaps.
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