Eventually he stopped when he found some cover under a bench, needing to rest. Between the spell that freed him and the iron, he was weak. Avoiding the confusing sea of legs was the best bet. At least until he could get a better idea of where he was. Eyes darting this way and that anytime someone had walked too close to the bench. He was scared and alone. He didn’t want to be found, but he didn’t know who he was hiding from. He just knew he needed to stay hidden.

               ❝ You asked me what I was thinkin’? I was thinkin’ of a padded cell. ❞

               ❝ Jesus. Alright, d’you just have to be such a fuckin’ dick over every little thing that we do? Can’t we just, like, pretend to get along for a day, for a change? Constantly arguing with you is starting to do my fuckin’ nut in. ❞

This was ridiculous. With the amount of trouble that the warlock had already gotten himself into, he certainly did not need to have that happen again. He had already promised his aunts that he would not cause any trouble. He bit his lip as he saw the sight of blood splattered against the concrete floor when glancing over at the dead bodies. “Maybe I do, but this isn’t about me isn’t it Jude?” he said glaring at the other. He did not need to be lectured by the so called vampire king when they were surrounded by dead bodies. “N-now let’s go.” 

This song makes Birb think of Blue.

   Tilting the phone back in her direction, Yena quickly looks over the large amount of text covering the screen. Furrowing her brows, she’d rather ignore her confusion than confront it, so she casually drops the device back into her purse. Now that she was standing there in silence, she can’t exactly remember what prompted this topic of conversation. Wait, did she even remember who she was talking to? Squinting her eyes, Yena looks up at the other, attempting to make sense of his features. “Wait, what were we talking about, again?”

“If we had no more summer court, then certain plants couldn’t grow. I don’t know how smart of an idea that is, but I do agree with you. Perhaps a better leader is in order? I guess it’s nothing like the other courts. I’ve heard the princesses of fall are quite brutal to those who go against them. I’m not sure I could understand you winter or fall fae on that regard.” Poppy shrugs. “I feel bad for whoever marries them, truly. They will get a kingdom in rubble.”