#wellllp

Rules: Post the last sentence of your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

Thanks for the tag @lady-dianelewis, @lizeboredom :)

I have lotss, but I’ll post the one I’m working on right now.

A hesitant beat later and neither one of them had retrieved their hands, “if you’re on to me, we would have left this place already.”

The battle was done and the forest he looked after safe and the young Servant’s Noble Phantasm was to thank for -- forever, instead of being pleased with himself or the high display of power and majesty...young Oisin could not help the pained look on his face as he reached out to the silvery, spiritual doe that made her way to him.

Before his fingers could even graze her nose, to prove she was real, that she was still with him, she dissipated in sweet, twinkling light.

“Mo-...” It was hard, when your own mother was your Noble Phantasm, that you had to say good-bye to her every time you called for her to aid you in a fight. Oisin lowered his head, to honour his dear beloved mother before raising up again, having heard someone close by. The child servant quickly wiped his eyes, and stood his ground in case of enemies. Yet when the intruder on his most tender and vulnerable of moment came into view, the boy was shocked at who he saw...!

SCOOPS CHIARI IN A BEARHUG!!!

Which... means she's also stealing Chiari. Where to? Only the heavens know!

“Pspspspsps-“

The creature summoning chant is abruptly cut short as zoomies!Marg scoops her up, about knocking the air from her lungs.