She curls up next to them in her large 4 poster bed, the celestial patterned curtains drawn to block out the suns rays so that they can rest peacefully. They'd both been quietly reading or writing, but with all distractions put away - she leaned her head against their shoulder. Her coppery curls settled against their collarbone and she tilted her head up to look them in the face: " What do you think your life would have been like without this curse ? " Her eyes were bright as she waited patiently on their answer.

( Cheap shit usually was better with ice ... watered it down to something palatable. )

"You're safe now." the sage whispered, his tone gentle like a lullaby. He held the other firmly, letting magical pulse to flow through them, revitalizing the other before they feel apart. “I’ve got you. Just breathe with me.” the glow of his healing was subtle, but reassuring like the warmth of fire in a cold night.

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“Who do I have to fight to start a damn fight around here?”  Ace was bored. And drunk. Really damn drunk.  Damn idiot.

Nuri seemed....nervous. That might’ve been because he was. He was really fucking nervous. He was trying to get a job at a local bakery, but he was absolutely terrified. He stood in front of the bakery, looking around before looking at the piece of paper in his hands.  “Ngh..maybe I shouldn’t....”