#oops short

“Well,” Qrow gave her a withering look, hand on his popped hip and one brow quirked. “Don’t you? You keep track of cursed garbage all day, are a couple ‘a college kids too much for you?”

“Your friends say it's darkest before the sun rises,” Gerry kicked up his thick boots up on the dashboard, glancing out the car window as trees whizzed by beside them. “I’m pretty sure they're all wrong.”

“Loki....I suspect you want something.”

"Alice? What happened, sweetheart? Who do I need to kill?" he asked, holding her tighter. 

The girl seemed rather confused by this. Not who she thought they were...? But..."I...wh-who are you then?" a look of fright crossed over her face.

Shiloh grabbed the notebook she had on her desk, making sure what she wanted was actually in there so she wouldn't have to make her way back to her bedroom and then all the way back to zoe's. Too much trouble. After slipping on some socks and pulling her damp hair into a loose bun, she grabbed what she wanted and headed out the door. Shiloh paused in the hallway to send a text to Zoe in reply so the girl knew she was on her way. Shiloh had the idea bouncing around in her head for a while now, but she hadn't been sure exactly what she wanted. With a much better idea now and what she wanted, she figured she'd go to Zoe for some help. Shiloh didn't want to venture out to look for something in a store for this and she didn't have the money to do it anyway. Getting to the room, Shiloh knocked loudly and waited a moment before opening the door and sticking her head in. "Hey! Sorry if I'm botherin' ya but you're the artist in the pack so I figured I'd come straight to ya." Shiloh moved into the room more, shutting the door quietly behind her. "It's a secret though so you can't say a word."

Very few people in his life will ever know this fact. 

   "--Aren't you... Weren't you..."