Can I have a boyfriend that will wear these matching shirts with me?!
My boyfriend and I almost got these, but they were kind of pricey >.>
@Jane
Jane gave a small smile. ”I don’t suppose we know anybody who practices white magic, though,” she mused aloud; but her tone asked for suggestions, not prophesied their defeat.
Snow White tried to think but came up with no one as they walked. She started feeling hopeless as they neared a fork in the road. Sir Gawain stepped up. “It’s to the left, the rest of the day’s walk.”
The sun had set by the time they came up on a desolate village, only the small pub in the middle had smoke coming from the chimney. Sir Gawain turned to them, holding up his hands. “Be careful coming in here. People are desperate. And Princess, pull up your hood, we need to see how everyone feels before we let them know you’re here.”
Snow White nodded, her brown eyes wide and she scooted closer to Jane. “I hope this goes okay.”
Hope was, by now, all they had; but Jane knew it would do no good to say so. She simply smiled encouragingly and pulled Snow White’s hood over her head, helping her to adjust it so that the princess’s well-known face could not be easily seen. Jane then put on her own hood, drawing her cloak close around her; a woman in trousers also might attract unwanted attention. Her gloved hand found Snow’s and squeezed it tightly in support as the group huddled together, entering the village.
Snow White was grateful for Jane’s hand. She clutched it like it was a lifeline. She trembled slightly as they got the hood over her face. The dwarfs hovered around her protectively as Sir Gawain stepped forward entering the pub first. As they walked in, the bar was crowded, and should have been louder than it was.
There was a subdued air about the bar, no one spoke loud and even those who were nursing drinks weren’t talking that loudly. “Gawain, what are you doing here?” A gruff voice asked and Snow jumped.
The huntsman stepped forward, shaking the man’s hand with his mouth set in a grim line. “I didn’t think you’d make it out, Joseph.” Gawain answered, the man nodded. “I barely did, there’s still many left behind.”
Snow White looked around as the men spoke, trying to see if she saw any of her old friends from the village, maybe someone her age. But she was coming up short.
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There are like…twenty people in my apartment right now. And I’m in my room like:
I feel like I see posts like this from you all the time. Why is there always so many people in your apartment? xD
Because my roommates are actually social lol xD I moved in with two random girls and they turned out to be big party girls. They’re super nice but…yeah.
Well at least its on the weekend right? I’d be super pissed if it was during the week.
Yeah it’s understandable because it’s the weekend. They asked me if it was okay to have people over too. I just feel really awkward because I’m in my sweats and I look super gross xD
Oh that’s nice then. haha xD I’m sure you look fine. If anyone walks in you should be like “Dude it’s a sweats party why are you dressed?”
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There are like…twenty people in my apartment right now. And I’m in my room like:
I feel like I see posts like this from you all the time. Why is there always so many people in your apartment? xD
Because my roommates are actually social lol xD I moved in with two random girls and they turned out to be big party girls. They’re super nice but…yeah.
Well at least its on the weekend right? I’d be super pissed if it was during the week.
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There are like…twenty people in my apartment right now. And I’m in my room like:
I feel like I see posts like this from you all the time. Why is there always so many people in your apartment? xD
@Jane
“And I suppose it’s too much to hope that necromancy will off the servant in charge on its own to restore balance,” said Jane ruefully. The mention of a safehouse comforted her. And, perhaps, a magician would overlook nonmagical means of toppling him, confident of being approached by another magician; it would only hurt them to overestimate him, though they mustn’t underestimate either. She glanced at Snow, wondering how the princess was taking it all.
Snow White was overwhelmed as they walked. She tried to listen, but at the same time she felt like was drowning in information overload. She tried to think of something to say, but nothing came to mind, the only thing that kept coming to her mind was how utterly unprepared she was.
Doc gave her a half smile, “We can only hope. What we really need is white magic. That is the true match.” he mused aloud.
Jane gave a small smile. ”I don’t suppose we know anybody who practices white magic, though,” she mused aloud; but her tone asked for suggestions, not prophesied their defeat.
Snow White tried to think but came up with no one as they walked. She started feeling hopeless as they neared a fork in the road. Sir Gawain stepped up. “It’s to the left, the rest of the day’s walk.”
The sun had set by the time they came up on a desolate village, only the small pub in the middle had smoke coming from the chimney. Sir Gawain turned to them, holding up his hands. “Be careful coming in here. People are desperate. And Princess, pull up your hood, we need to see how everyone feels before we let them know you’re here.”
Snow White nodded, her brown eyes wide and she scooted closer to Jane. “I hope this goes okay.”
