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Halia—the “World of Man”, a reality created and protected by the eight Guardians, shrouded by the Veil.The Veil – a barrier constructed by the Guardians after Zera and Thera were sealed away. Its purpose is to shield the World of Man from potentially invading divine influence.The Schism—the weakest point of the Veil. It serves as the single physical bridge to the Outer Realms, crossing the Astral Planes.Astral Planes—the birth place of the cosmos, the origin of space-time. A realm of infinite possibility and reality.Outer Realms—Beyond the Veil lie the Land of Fae and Draconic Kingdoms, who separated from the World of Man after the Guardians sealed the Goddesses to protect Halia. It is believed that much more than just Fairies and Dragons make their home on this plane, though no mortal has ever explored far enough to tell the tale.Eldir—the most densely populated continent on Halia. Pristine waters flow through and around the land, as lush hills roll from the highest mountain peak into the flattest plains. Forests adorn parts of the surface with varying flora and fauna. It is not, however, entirely fertile and green: Eldir sports frigid mountains and arid deserts all the same.Galatia—the “Land of Life”, before the coronation of King Arthur of House Kestrel, Galatia was also among the world powers of Halia. The mountainous and forested regions of the kingdom make for hearty people, although ironically, Galatia’s capitol, Opalus, was once world-renown for being a city of scholars and mages. Galatia continues to yield a large percentage of Halia’s human magical-borne population. Whether this is a naturally-occurring phenomenon or due to Galatia’s proximity to the Elvish lands remains to be unanswered, however. Presently, Galatia faces trade embargoes and exists at a fragile peace with other Halian nations, in all-parts due to the actions of King Arthur. The kingdom has forcibly expanded its borders, occupying nearby Elvish realms, and many of its citizens flee due to the sanctions placed on the magical=borne. The Galatian people and economy continue to wither under the militant states of the kingdom. At this time, Galatia is not a recommended tourist destination.Ifa Serine—the “Essence of Moon”, is a sovereign nation in Elvish territory. Better known as the Lowlands in relation to the Icewind Mountains, Ifa Serine is rumored to be situated at the heart of the Silver Moon Forest. For millennia, the forest has been protected by an ancient enchantment that shrouds the location of where these Elves dwell, creating an endlessly changing path for travelers unwise enough to wander in search of it. Only those native to Ifa Serine or deemed worthy will have the path revealed to them. For this reason, Ifa Serine is the only Elvish nation unoccupied by Galatia.Aquroya—the “Kingdom of the Sea”, a peaceful, prosperous, and long-standing Halian world power. Its namesake as the Guardian of Water is symbolic to its geographic location as a coastal nation, and as such, a common salutation for Aquroyans is: “Fair winds and following seas”. Aquroya’s many port cities are instrumental in making the kingdom an essential ally for trade. Gentle, tropical winds tend to waft through the majority of the land. Aquroya is the most tolerant of the three powers in terms of intermingling between magical and non-magical races. Due to this, and its relative proximity, many Galatians fleeing magical-borne sanctions cross the border for protection.Ignis—the “Empire of Flame”, its sovereignty is chosen by the Great Dragon of Fire, Firagos. Ignisians have notably more strict societal pressures to be conscientious and reserved, and as such, they are not typically very expressive people. The geographical diversity of the Empire has forced Ignisians to become innovative in ways to connect with each other, and as such, engineering and science have become practices of great value. 

{THE LIKES} ~ In General Stargazing Midnight Strolls Pianoforte Fantasy Books Horseback Riding Vampire Hunting Writing in his Diary Black Expensive Clothes Black Horses Scented Candles Red Velvet Furnishings Male Company Female Company Hunter Weapons {sword & daggers} Red Roses {THE LIKES} ~ In Private  Hip-bone Hickeys Hip-bone Bites Oral Pleasure Back Massages Silky Sheets Egyptian Cotton Shoulder Kisses Chest Kisses Chest Biting Chest Caresses Neck Kisses Neck Hickeys Neck Biting From Behind Missionary Passionate Kisses Inner Thigh Bites Moderate Roughness Being Pinned to the Bed Blindfolds Hair Tugs Firm Spanks {THE DISLIKES} ~ In General Dracula Thunderstorms Too Much Noise Summer Time Troublemakers Pink Clothes Strict Commands Unnecessary Violence  Being Called "Adrian" Wild Dogs Cheap Clothes {THE DISLIKES} ~ In Private  Choking Blood Play Pain Infection Being Chained Up Getting Collared Forced Sex Whips Hard Spanks Ballgags

quickly, if you decide to respond to this, please include itin the message slash comment so i know wtf. "Wisdom teeth? Oh, Roma..." a pink-hued faerie drawled, titling her head to the side as she examined the bloody teeth. A proud smile formed slowly on Roma's face as she watched the tooth fairy marvel over the teeth. "They're all intact... From the same human, too." The tooth fairy took a deep breath, using her own sharpened front teeth to peel the remainder of the gum off one wisdom tooth. "You're so good. You know, you should really reconsider joining us. You're certainly bitchy enough. And you come across the rarest treasures..." Roma sighed heavily, crawling on top of the mushroom behind the tooth fairy. She crossed her legs and reached forward for the tooth fairy's white locks. She began running her fingers through the tooth fairy's hair, preparing to braid it. "No..." Roma pouted, "I can't join you. Do we have a deal?" The tooth fairy chuckled, leaning her head back into Roma's lap, her bright hues shimmering with excitement. "How could I ever refuse you, Roma, and these prizes you bring me? Hm?" Roma smiled brightly, her teeth glowing in the moonlight. She hummed while playing with the tooth fairy's hair as the tooth fairy continued cleaning the teeth with her mouth. There was an obvious disturbance in the woods and both faeries snatched their gazes towards the ruckus. The midnight critters had altered their songs, a warning to the nearby fairies, and Roma slipped off the mushroom quickly. Slamming her back into a tree, she closed her eyes, her figure disappearing into the trunk. The tooth fairy swallowed the wisdom teeth before she scaled the tree like a cat, hiding in the branches behind the leaves. Silently monitoring her surroundings, Roma saw the man approaching, but she saw no threat. He didn't seem to sense her until he reached out, grabbing a handful of Roma's shirt and pulled her away from the tree. Roma's camouflage failed as she hit the ground grunting. She snarled at the man, baring her teeth and crawling away from him. "Don't hurt her," the tooth fairy warned from the trees, "you'll regret it " A flash of light coursing through the trees caught everyone's attention and Roma used her forearm to guard her eyes. Without much care or concern for the distraction, the tooth fairy descended from the branches, landing on her bare feet behind the man. She immobilized him easily by biting into his shoulder, her claws forcing their way into his mouth to feel his bones.  

IS O N G B I R DDescent into the underbelly of the capital was always marked by the familiar stench of garbage. The mage, in some part, believed it served as a prelude for the state of the rest of the district—for those unfamiliar to wander unsurprised at the blatant lack of maintenance and disrepair only this part of the city suffered. Another theory was that it also served as a warning for those that didn’t belong—namely the curious who resided in a better district. Whether it was a dual-natured warning or not, the seemingly out-of-place pinkette was undeterred.She walked the streets as if she knew them: because she did.Pausing in her pace at one dilapidated structure in particular, she took a moment to appreciate the aging, somehow-still-standing, establishment for what it was.The old church had seen many uses in its time—the wear and tear of the structure spoke to that. In her younger years, it was home: an orphanage for refugee children that were lucky enough to escape over the Aquroyan border. Presently, it served as a shelter for the homeless and the hungry. When volunteers permitted, it was a clinic. Though it had not seen worship in many years—at least that she could recall—it was a safe haven, always, for those in need.Whether it was a secretive enjoyment or a sense of duty, the pinkette disguised her intentions for continuing to visit the church with a simple statement: she hasn’t forgotten her roots.Crossing the threshold of the double doors, the mage instantly met with the now-relieved expression of the clergyman responsible for organizing services of the day.“Is it so empty that I’m a sight for sore eyes, Father?”“It seems the Light Workers we trained couldn’t be bothered to show up today,” the priest mused, albeit with a hint of bitterness.“Not to worry,” she retorted. “You’ve got an actual healer today.”Usually, students studying Light magic would volunteer for the open clinic, in order to better hone the healing aspects of the element. A requirement for graduation, no doubt—as volunteer numbers seemed to decline after commencement. She frowned, noting the formidable line of prospective patients that formed.By the Goddesses’ ironic sense of humor, the mage was blessed to embody the element of Life—as such, she was a practitioner of true healing magic, despite her apparent lack of gregariousness toward the general public.“First in line?”A twinge of sympathy hit every time someone stepped up, of varying degrees—each came to address a different problem: physical trauma, day-to-day ailments, some with more serious illnesses. And yet, this was the only building that hosted even a remnant of a clinic. The only pharmacy found was of the street variety. There were, of course, certain dangers to be considered that were unique to the area—but these people deserved better. “Just born on the wrong side of the cobblestone, I suppose,” she mumbled to herself.“Pardon me?”Meeting the hues of the elderly woman she was treating, the gentle light emitted from the mage’s palm faded as her focused gaze became more present. A soft smile creased her features.“Nothing, ma’am, I was just talking to myself. I don’t sense any more tension—has the pain resolved?”Her surprise was quickly replaced by relief as gnarled hands reached up to touch her temples.“I hadn’t even realized! Thank you, dearie!”Before the mage could respond, a fragment of conversation caught her ear—out of the corner of her eye, she recognized the gruff figure of one of the local goons always stirring up some kind of trouble, a little less than casually conversing with one of the other priests.“…That’s higher than last week’s payment.”“Yeah, well, so are the stakes. I’m assumin’ ya wouldn’t want somethin’ happenin’ to the place? Ya know, like arson, or maybe a robbery?”She could feel her fist instinctively tighten beneath her cloak—but a gentle hand gripped her shoulder: a non-verbal request from the clergyman she’d spoken with prior.It was a struggle not to voice her indignation. “And that is where donations actually go, I presume?"A sigh escaped the priest—the only answer she needed.“It may not go to the beautification of the establishment, but I suppose it does go into protecting it.”Protect was certainly used loosely in this circumstance. She wasn’t unfamiliar with the laws of District Three, having abided by them herself at one point. Surely, more was to be gained by simply walking up the worn steps to a wealthier side of town—but the poor were easier targets.“I think I prefer to call it extortion rather than protection. Have you informed the Guard?”A chuckle escaped from one of the patients—a middle-aged man who’d been treated for a laceration to his hand. Obviously, he’d no shame in eavesdropping.“Don’t kid yourself, little lady. They’re either in on it, or don’t care.”The mage’s thoughts turned to a fiery redhead—the Major Crimes captain, a woman she’d gotten to know over the years. Honest, hardworking, genuine… The mage was ever-impressed by the depth of her compassion and sharpness of wit. The captain garnered quite a bit of respect from those who met her acquaintance, she being no exception.She was a good cop. Unfortunately, she belonged to the good part of the city.Shaking the thought, the mage silently accepted the reality that the captain was a needle in a needle stack. The man was probably right.“It’s getting dark,” the priest interjected suddenly: another code to live by for the street-wise. “I suppose I should be on my way now, then?” “Please be safe.”A soft smile swept across the mage’s features as she gave the old church one last glance-over before turning toward the exit.“I’ll come by again another day to make repairs,” she replied, motioning toward the cracks in the ceiling.Knowing better than to object to help, the priest nodded, sending the mage off with a wave. IIR A P T O RAs night fell, darkness blanketed the barely-lit streets: the lamps used to illuminate them strategically placed few and far between. The stark contrast of building silhouettes served as a guide for navigating rooftops—the absolute blackness of their shadows made it easier to gauge the distances between. Little by little, the underbelly’s most despicable slithered out as the hours grew later.Tonight was perfect to hunt—though truthfully, there were eyes for only one prey.The soft padding of leather against shingles sounded every so often, barely audible to ears that weren’t trained to listen for it. A petite figure leaped from roof to roof, auburn locks trailing behind her. For the residents of District Three, she wasn’t an unfamiliar sight, if one was lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her.Truthfully, her presence lent balance to the scales for this part of the city: though perhaps not so much justice as it was karmic. Justice, fairness… Those were ideas that simply didn’t appeal to the nature of the slums: the only law that applied was survival. She offered something far more tangible than ideas: reprisal.Stopping at the ledge of one of the taller structures, the vigilante took a moment to appreciate the skyline—more realistically, the quality of her vantage point. From atop her perch, magically-induced amethysts scanned the cobblestone below. There appeared to be no sign of trouble… In fact, it was quiet. This was a rarity she would normally enjoy, had she not come out for a specific purpose. Finally, a conversation caught her ear. “Where’d ya get all that from? Boss hasn’t changed his rates in a while.”“I like to charge a little extra as a collection fee—what he don’t know won’t hurt him.”One of the men held out his hand, gesturing for a share of his own. With a sigh, the goon forked over a few gold coins.“Hush money, yeah?”“I ain’t seen or heard nothing.”Just who she was looking for.Emerging from the darkness, she waited for the two goons’ shadows to pass beneath the adjacent lamppost, before signaling them with a sharp whistle.“Hey, Handsome~.”Puzzled, both men stopped, searching for the source of the sound, before finally settling on her form. The collections agent quirked a brow.“Eh? Hookers are solicitin’ from rooftops now?”“Someone’s probably into that. Ain’t a bad strategy, though.”“Yeah, well I ain’t one of ‘em. No thanks, lady. Try the next corner.”He retorted, waving a hand dismissively at her. “What a shame, but I think I’ve got a better idea,”Distracted by her sudden appearance, the two men hadn’t noticed the length of amethyst ribbon encircled around their next step. As their feet made contact, her trap sprung, wrapping around the lamppost. The goons hung by their ankles with considerable slack—but the height was nonetheless still intimidating.Their terrified shouts was like music to her ears. Despite their appearance, the binding ribbons were reinforced by an enchantment, and bore considerable strength.But the vigilante wasn’t about to let them believe that.Like pendulums, they swung back and forth—until the ribbon bindings finally stabilized around their wrapping points. Afraid to make any sudden movements, the goon barely uttered a word as she drew closer from the ledge across, prying the tightly-held burlap wallet from his hand. “Seems you’re as generous as you are handsome,”She commented, with a wink.“As thanks, I’ll teach you a little thing about momentum…”It hadn’t quite registered until the vigilante lifted her leg to deliver a swift kick to the goon, knocking him sideways into the other. Albeit unwillingly, the blow was returned—and the motion would likely transfer between the two for some time…“You bitch!”Finally, one mustered up the courage to say something.“Feel free to hang around for a while, boys~.”A mixture of amusement and pride coated her laughter as she made her escape, a satisfying thud ringing throughout the night as her spoils fell into the old church’s donation box.Charity felt good. 

山のように高く立つ "Yeah, I'm intelligent, but that doesn't mean I'm weak~" ╔═. ⊱ ✿☄✿ ⊰.══════╗   ╚══════. ⊱ ✿☄✿ ⊰.═╝   私の穏やかな自然は嵐を隠す ☄✧Info✧ ☄   Name:Soul Evans   Aliases:Elizabeth Stone   Nicknames:Puppy   Gender:Nonbinary   Age:15   Birthday:10.01   Occupation:Ninja -``DONNIES!! Wanna f***?``- ╔═. ⊱ ✿☄✿ ⊰.══════╗   ╚══════. ⊱ ✿☄✿ ⊰.═╝ -``I lost my phone again!``- ☄✧Appearance✧ ☄   Species:wolf yokai   Skin Tone:white/pale   Height:4ft   Hair appearance:white/bluemessy   Eye Color:blue   Clothing:depends   Tattoos:n/a   Piercings:ears   Scars:back   Alternate Clothing:depends -``LICK MY NON EXSITENT D*CK!!``- ══════. ⊱ ✿☄✿ ⊰.══════ -``I`m horny!``- ☄✧Preferences✧ ☄   Sexuality:bi   Likes:Donniesexmenhuge d*cks   Dislikes:rudeness   Hobbies:readingsingingdancingdrawing -``DISGUSTING!! I WANNA EAT MORE!!``-  

he  loved  you  too "He loved you so much, Henry. I love you so much." Regina said softly leaning in resting her head against Henry's. As anyone might have guessed Henry was still having a difficult time with the loss of his father, Neal. While there were many distractions to keep him from thinking on it the loss still did cross his mind, resonate in his heart as it did for many, Regina included."He loved you too." Henry said quietly. Regina's eyes had been closed though now they opened, slowly she moved back from Henry. "What?" She asked softly. Henry only gave a slight yet guilty smile. "Dad. He.. loved you too." He said again. Regina looked stunned for a moment, clearly trying to find the words before Henry continued. "I have his phone mom. I.. mom gave it to me after. She didn't see any harm in it. I saw the texts between you two. Most of them." Henry said, not wanting Regina to think he had read too much of their private texts. Only enough to get the gist there was something between Regina and Neal before he died."Henry I-" again Henry cut her off. "I know you're with Robin now." Regina shook her head. "No. It isn't that. I just.." Regina began to tear up, a rush of anger and sadness filling her. "The last time I spoke to your father I barely paid him any attention. I was so busy. I.. regret it. And well we never actually got to the L word." She said looking down.Henry now tilted his head in confusion. "What?" He asked. Sniffing back her tears Regina looked to Henry. "We never said love to each other. Hell.. we weren't even really a couple. We just.. were friends." She said reluctantly. Henry shook his head and pulled out Neal's phone, he still carried it with him. "No mom.. his last text to you. It must not have gone through. Before he went out to help Emma he sent you a text."Snatching the phone up Regina looked down at it, going to their last conversation. There was a text there that Regina had never seen, it must have gone unsent. Neal thought it had gone through. Regina's hand trembled slightly as she heard the simple words Neal had written.Going out to find my dad. Love you.Regina now had tears streaming down her cheeks. "God damn it.." she muttered. "How could he say it through a text.." she whispered. Henry only smiled sadly and moved closer to Regina wrapping an arm around her. Now it was her turn to lean into him, resting her head against his shoulder both sat there for a time. Crying, talking, mostly just remembering Neal.      template credit.  

Think he'll be excited?Getting up from the floor in front of the fireplace Regina simply rolled her eyes as she heard Neal's whistle. "Eyes on the photo albums." She said with a little laugh as she walked over to the record player in the room. There was nothing but the hiss of it now, the record that had been playing had stopped. So Regina was going to switch it out for another.Setting the album aside he was holding Neal got up, following Regina, glancing at her collection of records, most being from the 80s of course since the first curse had brought her to this land in 1983. "Lots of 80s music huh?" He asked. Regina only gave a slight smile. "I like 80s music." She said taking one of the records, Madonna."Hey I'm all for it. 80s had some of the best music." He said and watched as Regina removed the record and so carefully placed it down and set the needle to it. Once that was done and the music had begun playing Neal reached over taking Regina's hand. "Think he'll be excited? Henry I mean. When he finds out his mom and dad are.. well what exactly are we?" He asked. While neither of them could remember exactly what had happened between them during the last year they had both agreed they felt a pull to one another, an attraction. Something that couldn't be denied.Smiling Regina shook her head "I don't know what we are.. but the song is very fitting.." she whispered and leaned in to press a kiss to Neal's lips. The song playing was Crazy For You, one of Regina's favorites. Truly it was a very fitting song for her and Neal right now."Well, What exactly are we?"   template credit.  

1. No minors. Nathan is well over the age limit for mature literature and I am over the age of sexual intercourse as well. Please do NOT add me if you are under the age of 18 or 21.2. Do not steal from me. I have worked hard on the information, images, and layout design that you see on my page. Do not take what is not yours.4. Do not start drama with me or my friends. Best believe I will put an end to it and delete and block everyone involved with or without warning.5. Put some effort into your posts. Please do not make me do all the leg work and type out all the ideas for the both of us put together. It's a collaboration kind of style so please put out enough or more than enough effort on your ende of the deal.6. Do not ask for personal information. If I decide to give out personal information that is on my shoulders, and if I decide to give you that information please do NOT share it out with anyone else and THIS INCLUDES DISCORD IF I DECIDE TO MAKE ONE.7. No mutes. If you're going to be on my friends list. Please, PLEASE come say "hi" or at the VERY LEAST introduce yourself. If you add me, you talk first. If I add you I will talk first, and vice versa.8. I prefer messsages and random starters over discussions and comments.9. No bullying on my page. If I see any of that going on; all parties on my list will be deleted and/or blocked with OR without warning.10. I do not claim to be Steven Yeun or make money writing behind the character I have created. I simply use him as a playby for my character to individually portray a character I came up with back in 2012 - 2017.11. Do not rush me in writing back to you. Sometimes my life gets a little hectic and I have a scheduled and structured "routine" lifestyle outside of here otherwise I would not be able to function properly without a routine down.12. Do not come between me and my real life issues. If I have to step away from the computer for a while it will simply mean that I have some business to take care of and I will return when I can. I hope you can have some patience with me during this time.13. Please do not ask me for a discord or ask to exchange them. I do not have one. They are overwhelming to keep up with and I do not like messengers in the first place. 14. Literacy is not mandatory but appreciated. I would like nothing more than 3-5 paragraphs at the most. I write in third person format, and write in complete sentences, proper spelling, proper grammar, and proper punctuation. Please keep in mind that I will NOT answer to "hi" or "hey" or "how r u" or even small talk one-liners. Please introduce yourself and we can get a storyline going.15. I understand that mistakes happen and I try not to get onto people about that. I am pretty laid back despite all of these rules. I like writing and enjoy having another person writing with me apart from writing fanfiction and writing novella short stories on my own. It just gets boring.16. No straight smut. Nathan is single as of now, but if he does get into a relationship it will be a SLOW-BURNING AND BUILT UP TO THE STORYLINE. There will NOT be direct smut in the roleplay and will NOT happen right away. I hope you understand that the focus of this character is NOT about sex contrary to popular belief. 17. Do not contact me if we have not gotten along in the past. I am no longer the same person I was in 2010-2017 and I am not the same now, either. I am changing all the time and learning and trying new things. I enjoy being with people now and I am more outgoing than before. I used to be so timid and naive, but that has changed since I have experienced a little trouble. 18. Use common sense. If Nathan is not interested in your character please do not force him into anything you wouldn't force on yourself or anyone else for that matter. Nathan was raped as a child and was extremely traumatized by it and does not get close except with Jake.19. I will prefer 3-5 paragraphs to start with our roleplays. I like to start there because it is an unintimidating novel that you can easily do in your spare time or when you get a chance to be on a computer. 20. Have fun. Please do NOT turn this into a chore, responsibility, or obligation. If that happens, I will be forced to cease all contact and end the friendship or relationship with or without warning and simply  "disappear" from your life like I was never in it.

I use to chase Peter through the wind, catching a ride on his dust, savoring each flake. Opening my eyes, the flicker faded with the years. His glow dimmed with age, the memory of him along with his flame. I am no longer your foolish puppet who circled each word spoken with imaginary hearts. I grew up, but you never did.Peter

Nesta remained seated, a book resting on her lap, while you observed the scene outside the window. Laughter reverberated throughout the estate, yet she remained motionless. Her thoughts drifted back to the moment when she was forcefully thrust into the cauldron, her mortality ripped away from her and discarded. Anger consumed her as she dwelled on it, but an even greater anger consumed her when she thought about what they had done to her sister, Elaine. The atrocities committed against Elaine and the state she was in now.Nesta had always protected Elaine, but after the horrifying incident with the cauldron, she felt like she had failed her sister. However, Nesta concealed these feelings from everyone. Discarding the book, she took a deep breath and rose to her feet, smoothing out her dress. Making her way towards the small library's exit, she retrieved the book from the floor and placed it neatly on the side table. Exiting the library and entering the hallway, Nesta continued to navigate through the corridors, turning one corner after another.Eventually, she arrived at a glass door leading to a balcony and stepped outside. The wind tousled her brown hair, but she paid it no mind. Closing her eyes, she allowed her mind to wander and drift through her memories. Each memory held something significant before fading into another, and then another. Opening her eyes once more, Nesta's gaze fell upon the town below, until her attention was captured by three young girls playing.They resembled sisters, running around and engaging in a game of tag. Tag, a game Nesta had never played with her own sisters, as their lives had been abruptly transformed from one of wealth to poverty, forcing them to reside in a cottage and struggle to survive. During that time, Feyre, her sister, bore the brunt of their responsibilities. However, Nesta and Feyre were never close, and Nesta acknowledged that it may have been her own doing.

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2012Everyone’s gotta eat, Violet was standing in line waiting to pay for groceries. She shopped here all the damn time.But she was getting the feeling she was being watched.Tingles on the back of her neck. A feeling she was in tune with, that’s how it works when you’ve been on the run from nineteen.  The couple in front of her were counting out pennies. She was boxed in she couldn’t just bail out of line. Not that she needed frozen pizza and that bottle of wine, but she did need something in her house to eat. So the fresh fruit and bagels looked like they should come home with her.She picked up one of those magazines to page through, she didn’t give a damn about who was married, who was breaking up, but she was trying to look busy. In the middle of a checkout line? Maybe she was just over tired.There was a small tug on her arm, she looked down to see a little girl, a little redhead she was looking up with her big eyes, “My big sister wants your picture.” She pointed a hand over her shoulder. A group of girls was standing off to the side. They were looking anywhere but her but then she caught the team Jacob t shirt.F***ing Twilight.Her hand when to her hair and she cursed herself for letting a friend practice on her hair, curls.Was Bryce even in the last movie? She didn’t know because she hadn’t seen them, but she had been asked if she was Victora from twilight for three years now, the little girl was still holding her sleeve. She hated it when it was little kids that were used in this because she hated when she had to say no.“Come back here Tori!” The little girl pouted. Her food was still sitting on the conveyor belt. She shook her head and stepped out of line.“Team Jacob huh?” She winked, “I’ll forgive it.” Five minutes later, she was walking out of the store. She had scribbled a name on the magazine, not hers but then oh well. Did she even feel bad that she made them pay for it?Nope. 

He doesn’t understand—what I am. He doesn’t know the things I’ve done. The things that other people did…Alfred was loath to admit just how rapidly the staunch, unflattering opinions he previously held about Selina Kyle were crumbling during their private encounter in the garden. The many failings of the girl’s misguided youth seemed less threatening when reexamined through the lens of paternal concern for another child. Her narrative infused with a heartbreaking clarity and surprising level of self-awareness, the little pickpocket unwittingly challenged Pennyworth to reevaluate his own judgment. She fully resided in the shades of gray muting the black and white foundation Alfred envisioned for his newfound role in Bruce Wayne’s upbringing.Christ, child rearing was tough. Even considering everything Alfred Pennyworth had seen, lived through and accomplished - or, regrettably, committed- during his lifetime, raising a youngster was the most difficult responsibility he’d ever taken on.Maybe I’m going about this all wrong, Thomas.After all, he’s not the same Bruce Wayne you left behind, is he?But he is still a Wayne.And just as you instructed, a Wayne chooses his own path.How he could possibly start leaning toward wanting to parent Selina Kyle on top of it all was another curious twist of fate Alfred hadn’t seen coming. All the more surprising was how that very possibility was starting to seem more logical, more natural, than making it one of his missions to keep the pair separated.“I know your lives are hardly alike, Miss,” Alfred managed to interject. “You’ve been openly hostile toward his upper crust life here and likewise, it’s difficult for Master Bruce to fully relate to how life can be on the other side for..” He paused for a heartbeat or two, before acknowledging the truth Selina had already articulated, that she and Alfred were both cut from a very different cloth than Bruce Wayne. “...for people like us.”The kind smile he offered to Selina then was touched by a bittersweet memory. Thomas Wayne’s compassion was still guiding him, reminding Alfred that not everything was set in stone. “But, I also know first hand that, sometimes, it’s actually okay to accept when someone comes into your life and really sees you, warts and all. Someone who sees you at your absolute worst, and despite all of it, despite whatever you once were or what you done, they still see the heart of it all. They still see you, the essence of you. And that can make all the difference in the world, especially for people like us, Selina.”Alfred was unable to finish the thought. His head turned toward the house when both he and Selina heard Bruce making ready to venture back outside, then the butler gave her a quick nod in farewell. He didn’t want the boy to find them speaking together any more than she did. It was already bad enough the pair conspired to keep information from Bruce, all for what they considered the very best of intentions.“Right, up the wall with you then,” Alfred confirmed in a hasty whisper, glancing quickly over his shoulder to make sure Bruce hadn’t yet reappeared. “Tomorrow morning, at the precinct. We speak to Gordon together. Not a word to Master Bruce, not yet, is that clear?” A final nod given, Alfred turned his back to her and quickened his steps toward the mansion’s garden entrance.“On my way, Master B! I’ll get the kettle on.”*****“No, no, she said she’d be here, Detective. And it’s bloody important.” Alfred was visibly agitated when Harvey Bullock made a stream of excuses for why Jim Gordon couldn’t wait around for the likes of Selina Kyle. She was only a little late in the wider scheme of things, but late enough for Alfred to be wondering if she had stood him up or, worse yet, had decided to take the intel elsewhere. Turning back to Gordon, Alfred pleaded with his eyes, wanting to believe Selina would be true to her word, yet starting to think Gordon was correct to assume she would be a no-show.“If it’s so important that you expect me to wait for the appearance of a known petty thief who isn’t exactly the most reliable of contacts, Mr. Pennyworth, why don’t you just give the basic rundown to save us some time while we’re waiting?” Jim Gordon eyed the volatile butler with frustration, his patience fading. He knew all too well how Selina Kyle’s varying allegiances could foul up any investigation. What clearly puzzled him was why Alfred Pennyworth, of all people, was suddenly vouching for her.“Because she’s got the bloody evidence we need, that’s why!” Alfred realized too late how ridiculous it must have sounded, shame settling over him despite his valiant attempts to hide it. Had he been manipulated after all? Should he have taken that envelope and trusted his initial instinct about the girl, slapping her into the next county and banishing her from Bruce’s circle forever?“Evidence of what, Alfred?” Gordon stepped closer, studying the older man’s features with intent study. Alfred didn’t particularly care for being on the receiving end of an interrogation, and he especially didn’t care for how that slobbishly-dressed Bullock was giving him the Evil Eye. Finally lifting his eyes to meet Gordon’s, Alfred inhaled deeply, inwardly talking himself off the ledge. Calming himself required more self-discipline than anyone would ever know.“Five more minutes, Detective. That’s all I ask.”Gordon glanced at his watch before giving a nod to Bullock. Harvey threw up his hands, grumbling as he wandered off to give the two men some space.“Fine. Five more minutes, Alfred. And if she doesn’t show?”Alfred’s expression was as matter-of-fact as his voice in response. Already he was ready to kick himself for trusting the little delinquent.“Well, it’s best I don’t tell you what happens then. Innit?”  created by creativian

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