#eyepatchfox

                  SKULL FEELS AS IF IT’S been split in two: that’s how sever her headache is. The mother machine slowly rises from her crumpled heap near the entrance of the air-vent --- she isn’t sure exactly how she managed to crawl into the narrow metal passageway, barely so mcuh as a couple of center-meters in, but all she can remembere is how it felt to have her head RAMMED into the grating repeatedly by Halcyon. The blonde wavers, staggering a little as she looks ‘round her surroundings, vision finding the pale face of a certain red-headed someone --- Aaron. Adele blinks a little, trying to regain focus. “Aaron...is --- is Steve gone? He didn’t hurt y’, did he?”

     “Ninty-eight...ninty-nine... nska tewen’niáwe! Ready or not, here I come!”      The princess turns, removing her hands from her eyes. She’s playing hide       and seek with the Lost Boys  -- and she’s it. With lithe footsteps she begins       to roam through the grass, listening hard for tell-tale sign’; laughter, hushed       voices.  Tiger Lily pauses near a cluster of bushes and flowers, making to        peel back leaves to see if anyone is inside.

“’Course I do, kid. There’s no point in dragging things out longer than they need to be.” James BUCKY shifted the stack of books that were currently being held in his left arm, making sure they were stable before placing his right hand on the gingers shoulder. “I’ve seen you both here plenty of times before. And I’ve seen the way you both look each other. It’s not exactly a secret that he feels the same way.”

i would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | i dislike you or you annoy me. | i would like to get to know you better. | i pity you. | you confuse me. | i feel indifferent towards you. | i would be friends with you. | i would fight by your side. | i would hug you or hold your hand. | i would kiss you. | i would sleep with you. | i would lie for you. | i would protect you. | i would fall in love with you. | i would kill for you | i respect you. | you are my family. | i don’t know you.

“Aaron!” Blue eyes bright, the little tinker fairy rushes into the main room of their camp home, fluttering in a full circle as she lifts her head, trying to find the fiery haired boy. “Aaron! I have presents!” Well, not really what people would call PRESENTS --- they were useless until she turned them into something new, but she wanted to show him first.