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Falling Feathers Chapter 3
Chapter 3: To The DWMA
An alarm clock was buzzing, but the tired hand extending from under a pile of twisted sheets could not seem to find it, instead it only knocked over a wooden bank on the nightstand and a bottle of water that bounced on the wooden floor once before rolling under the bed and beginning to leak.
"Ah " murmured a female voice hitting the side of the bed in frustration, "Why ?"
The shape under the blankets did not move for a moment as she tried to block out the constant buzz of the clock and the trickling of the water as it ran between the wooden floorboards but was too much to ignore.
She was just about to rise from the blankets when something small and heavy jumped onto the bed and on her outstretched arm under the covers.
"Ah-ha-ah!" the figured moaned as the thing that jumped onto her began to shout something at her.
"Come on! Come on! Get up!" shouted a small girl only about ten with short black hair tied up into two buns on either s
Falling Feathers Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Temporary Home
" Is he breathing?"
"I-I think so I didn't hit him that hard ."
"You could have just asked him to follow you, you didn't need to knock him out."
"He never would've followed me, Maka."
"How do you know?"
"Just trust me on this one."
Hace slowly opened a golden orange eye to see a woman looking down at him around the same age as Soul, with green eyes and shoulder length, dirty blonde hair. She was very thin and wearing a sweatshirt that was far too big for her with her messy hair pulled into a bun at the back of her neck as if she had just woken up.
Hace exclaimed in shock and sat straight up, then leapt backward over the back of the couch he had been placed on, and stumbled into the kitchen table where Soul jumped away to keep from having a mug of coffee spilled on him. Hace might now have been a meister, but he could tell that there was something about these two that connected them and immediately concluded that this woman
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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