#blossom pixie

Patton left the van for the first time since the man had driven up to them to hand Roman the bottle of water he’d been sent to fetch. The man looked him over as he exited, his eyes landing on Patton’s ears once more. Patton hated when people looked at his ears like that. They were the only thing that betrayed what people assumed was fae ancestry somewhere in his bloodline. It was so far removed it didn’t even show up on the blood tests he’d gotten from the state before being put in a human orphanage, but people still didn’t like that he had them. This scary man didn’t seem to like them even more than most people. Patton found himself hiding behind Logan a bit.

Roman seemed to not know what to do with the water bottle once it was handed to him. He looked awkwardly at the man. “Can, uh, I give this to him?” he asked.

The man looked him over for a moment, but then shrugged. “Sure,” he replied. He shared some sort of look with the woman who’d been standing on top of their truck for the last few minutes to keep watch, and then led them towards the back of the truck.

Patton peered out from behind Logan when the back doors were open only to see bars.

“You put him in a cage?” Logan asked. A ‘cage’ was probably a bit over the top. It was more like a prison cell and a slightly roomy one at that (for being in a moving vehicle), but still, he was clearly locked in there.

“Well, he was recently bitten,” the man said. “So far he hasn’t turned, but we wouldn’t want to take any unnecessary risks, would we Ben?”

Lieutenant Colonel Ryan of the OSM is semi open for questions.

Ben’redorȯ (or Ben when he’s talking to humans as he is a Barbegazi) is semi open for questions.Thomas is open for questions.

Roman is open for questions.

Patton is open for questions.

Also is it ok if I use my anon tag (Blossom Pixie) from the Haunted Van au blog on this blog too?

Sure! Basically you just point out when I fill in a square on the BINGO card (or I’ll do it myself if I notice). They’re mostly full of my tropes that I use in fanfiction or things that happen on my blog. I’m sort of lightly making fun of myself in a loving way. When we get a bingo, depending on the type of bingo, there is a different prize. 

For horizontal, vertical, or diagonal bingos, I will make a poll which lets you all chose one of my fic universes (with specific specifications). Whichever universe wins will get a fic written in that universe with the specified word count.

For a four corners bingo, I will chose a random universe that I want and will give you guys 3 prompts which you can vote for. I will then write that fic with the given word count.

For postage stamp bingo, I will take my list of fic universes and pick one with a random number generator along with a word count.

For double bingo, it depends on what two bingos are gotten how the universes are chosen, but it will supersede the wordcounts.

Temple run! 37

~Purple Pixie

37 vs 34 and the winner is...

Okay! 48 vs 56 and the winner is...

((XD The fairies are bloodthirsty.

...

Logan gave him one of his Grr-I’m-a-scary-nerd glares and Roman rolled his eyes. “Want to talk about it?” he asked.

“Really?” Logan asked, sounding unamused. “You as well?” The turn signal lever flicked in reprimand. “I do not want to talk.”

“You’re avoiding your feelings.”

“I have no feelings on the subject that need to be avoided,” Logan insisted with a stubborn turn to his lips.

“Uh huh,” Roman replied skeptically. He waited then for a few seconds, watching Logan expectantly. There was no way that he’d be able to sit in the silent judgment without spitting out a self-defensive blather.

“It is not a valid reason to be upset,” Logan told Roman after a moment.

“Specs... you killed someone. That’d mess anyone up.”

“She wasn’t alive,” Logan snapped. “It...” he said quieter. “You could tell she wasn’t alive and not like Thomas or a vampire isn’t alive. She...” he trailed off.

“Justifiably desecrated a corpse then,” Roman said. Logan scoffed. “Still could fuck someone up.”

Logan shrugged. “It’s not the first dead body I’ve seen,” he said. “Did you... have you ever seen a corpse with its eyes open?”

Roman felt an immediate spike of bile as his shoulders went tense, an image ingrained in his memory flashing across his eyes. “Yeah,” he said, swallowing hard, “yeah I have.”

“You can tell they’re dead,” Logan said. “The way their eyes look at nothing and their face is lax. She was like that. She was moving, but her face was,” he paused, his head nodding up and down as though answering a question in his head. Roman wasn’t even sure if he noticed himself doing it, “like that. She was under a freezer. If she had been alive, she would have been in pain. She wouldn’t have been able to breathe. I wonder if she became that before or after...” There was a moment’s pause. “I was right to do it,” he said.

“You were,” Roman agreed. Of course, Roman had not been there, but at the end of the day, Roman trusted Logan to make the correct decision when faced with something like that. Logan slumped in the seat. “We should go to sleep,” Roman said. “Get changed out of that horrible horse shirt and come to bed.”

Logan smiled then with a glint in his eye that Roman recognized even if it was one he rarely saw. “Speaking of the shirt, I got you a present,” he said.

“Oh, god, you didn’t,” Roman groaned. “No. I refuse to wear that blight upon fashion.”

“You will not have a choice,” Logan said.

“Ugh.”

The pen stood up and wrote a quick question mark on the piece of paper.

“I got him a matching horse shirt that Patton will insist he wears,” Logan replied with a grin. “I also got you a present,” he said. He reached into the pocket of the sweats he was wearing and slapped something down on the console between him and Roman.

Roman chocked out a laugh when he recognized the Ghost Busters bumper sticker. The pen went flying at Logan’s face and was quickly followed by the piece of paper and the bumper sticker itself.

Thomas is open for questions.

Roman is open for questions.

Patton is open for questions.