First: unassumingly stoic but cares

"You weren't in the room last night."

"...You come looking for me?"

"Yes." Jurgen nodded. "Is something bothering you?"

Sherlock went silent by the quick answer.

Second: same but must get out of their range ASAP

"Who said I didn't love you?"

Sherlock quickly takes a few steps back in horror.

"It's not like that, you fuc—!" Cosette pulls his hair before Sherlock could avoid it, "I'm talking about the love of a friend!"

"The way you said it is ambiguos—"

Ring of Fire

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Elara Starfire_

_Thorsten Oakland

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OCs_

_fanfiction

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"The quest given to female elfs comes typically not with steel clothes nor helmet plumes, yet with humble hues and quiet pathways unknown to any steed's hooves. But, Elara, with such divine instruction is elevated to something much more. She holds the stars and the moons in her hands."

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And their quest is the only question that matters to the deep soul. Some time ago quests were relegated to fable, myth and legend, where the pure of heart are told not to start nor face up to resident evil.

With all the parallels and symbols and mirrors that have been occurring.

Generally would love to get some more insight into the making of the series.

I wanna see the board about costume choices as well.

I wanna know for how long they've planned on certain stories etc.

Warm orange squares peering out into the night like myriad observers.

Toes sinking into ancient sand, the powdered lives of secret creatures, primordial stones, eruptions and explosions of every sort and every capacity.

Biting into the cake that was her home, her sun-soaked garden, her grandmother’s dark weathered hands, her childhood, her heart.

Stale, sunburnt, faded air.

A solemn corridor that offered no hints, betrayed not a single detail, dropped not one little crumb to feed the girl’s electrified imagination.

Girl like a quail egg. Remarkably like a quail egg.

A weighty pile of time from which I was attempting to recover a textured, tangible existence.

“Goblin King, Goblin King,”

“Let go of me bitch!”

“I wish the goblins would come take you away.”

Before either of them knew it, they were transported. The male, to a castle, surrounded by curious goblins and the woman, to the beginning of a labyrinth.

“Where the ever-loving fuck is this?”

She heard a long suffering sigh behind her. “A labyrinth. If you want your baby back, you must traverse it to reach the goblin city and challenge the Goblin King.

“You…look like my son.” The next words she uttered were in wonder. “Normal. Not some hellspawn looking freak.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m not a baby.”

“Neither is that demon. I don’t want him back. How do I go home?”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she was gone. Transported back home, leaving a bewildered Goblin King staring at his castle in the distance.

 A baby was screaming at the top of its lungs. “Nel’s coming!” she yelled. “Nel doesn’t know what you want this time and Nel hates babysitting!” She made her way into the room, flipping on the light and going to the crib. She started rocking it. “Go to sleep baby, or Nel will call the Goblin King to take you away.”

In the closet, there were hushed, excited whispers. “Is she going to say it?”

“Be quiet!”

“SSHHHH”

The baby continued screaming. “Nel’s fed, burped, and changed baby. Nel doesn’t understand, so stop screaming.”

  “Nel didn’t mean it! Please give the baby back.”

“Yeah sure, here.” He held it out to her. She was confused. “But-“

Ichigo sighed and muttered, “I hate that damn book.” Shiro cackled behind him.

“Look miss-“

“Nel.”

“-Nel, I don’t kidnap babies to turn into goblins.”

 Grimmjow walked in. “Nel, what the fuck is going on?”

Shiro perked up and disappeared from behind Ichigo, only to reappear next to Grimmjow. “We’ll take him.”

“Shiro.”

“He’s hot, King.”

Nel was still very, very confused. “Nel thought the Goblin King took babies and-“

“NO.”

Shiro cackled again. “If you say the magic word while holding on ta this one…”

“What…?”

“The fuck you will.”