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It was a rare, almost unheard of moment when Felix simply sat. Not silent because his mouth was filled with taffy, bubblegum or some other form of sugar coated decadence, nor because hed been punished by Vyvian for a childish misdemeanour. Felix Armand Fabrizio was sitting still, of his own accord, and thinking quietly. Vyvian had almost had a heart attack. Felix hadnt noticed, instead letting loose a quiet sigh of melancholy. Noting the decadent language of this piece of writing, along with her adopted childs sudden bout of effeminate emotions, Vyvian promptly decided that she wanted little to do with a fanfic of this nature and made herself scarce. This, having removed the one character who may have given young Felix and form of advice on the matter, leaves the story quite open to the problems the boys dilemma would open.
Felix didnt notice his mother leave. He sighed again, changin
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The air was making her nauseous but it hardly mattered now. Shed come so far, pushed so many people away from her that it hardly mattered that here, on the very edge of hell itself, the toxins that swirled around were visible, blending together like dye on the water. It was rather funny; shed walked across the world to find this very place only to find out that it didnt really exist. Technically. Or it hadnt. Volcanoes didnt just appear out of no-where, ready simmering like a hot-pot lying in wait for offerings of dumplings and scraps of meat. No, volcanoes took years and years of eruptions to
Her fifth year geography lesson resounded through her skull and she decided to stop thinking. Mrs Andersons monotone voice was the last thing she wanted to listen to as she stumbled down the crumbling slopes. Why was she being so careful? A slip, some scrapes and a small fall
Oh gods above, what had he done? The memories were fuzzy and vague, although there was no reason for them to be. Hed walked for hours, he remembered that part, though it had felt as though he had hovered above his own tired, charred body. Charred? A fire, he guessed, that hed somehow been caught up in. The sand was surprisingly cool beneath his cheek as he lay there, mind and body numb with confusion and the clench of guilt. Guilt, he realised now, sat where hed always thought love would, just below the ribs; a solid pressure pushing to meet his spine and go all the way through him. As depressing as it sounded, that was all he felt right now aside from the sand, and sand hardly felt solid. What was worse was that he couldnt for the life of him remember why.
Is he dead? Ryker felt something press against his ribs, a toe he guessed, but didnt move. He couldnt
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