#queenxfire

I don't really ship it but I really thought that by now there'd be fanfic for that. I mean The Red Pyramid has been out for what, 7 years now? That's so surprising to me. Almost feels like the internet is broken

“You shouldn’t take it too personally; she doesn’t like much of anyone.” She shouldn’t get him wrong, Carter did care for his grandparents; they sometimes told stories about his mom that he couldn’t remember, or talked about what she was like when she was his age, but they weren’t always especially welcoming to others.

“We’re going to the first Nome hospital, can you meet me there and take him?” She stops at the corner to wait to cross the road, adjusts the way Amarah is sitting in her arms and tightens her grip on Iskander.

“I-I woke up to the smoke alarm like, 15 minutes ago maybe? Th-there were kitchen knives imbedded in their door and Iskander was screaming, She um, she’s  breathing but isn’t responsive to my attempts to wake her.” The light turns green and she pulls her son across the street. “Don’t call anyone, the healers at the first nome are best equipped to handle her, besides, Jaz might frighten her.”

Aside from Amarah’s fright Zia was not going to be able to explain to anyone else what happened the last 5 years of her life at the moment, she’d had about 2 hours of sleep, she was still wearing her pajama’s and she still had to explain to her children about their father.

“I’m about to get on the train, meet me in 5 minutes, in the hospital lobby.” She says hanging up the phone.

“Yeah, I’m getting dressed and I’ll be on my way in a minute.” He had the phone squished between his ear and shoulder as he pulled pants on still holding his shirt and hopping towards the door. He briefly considered stopping to brush his teeth, but his morning breath was the least of his concerns at the moment. 

He had to pull the phone away from his ear for a second to pull his shirt on, but was talking again as soon as it was back. “Is he okay? Did he get cut or breathe in too much smoke?” It took him a moment to realize that she had already hung up the phone. He cursed under his breath, sliding Birkenstocks on over his socks and grabbing his keys before hurrying out of the house.

“Yeah?” When he first answered the phone, Carter hadn’t even bothered looking at the phone as he began dragging himself out of bed. He sounded exactly as groggy as he felt. He began to look for clothes, knowing that calls that woke him up this late were usually important and it was best to just get ready before he even knew what it was.

I hate posts that guilt trip! It bothers me so much like its my blog. Usually it’s a rp blog I tend not to reblog personal type posts on my rp blogs yo