The Reward Is In The

It Broke The Spell. It's Not That I Stopped Being Happy. I Was Still Inexplicably, Utterly Happy. But Suddenly The Happiness Had Implications.

I Don’t Know What Boldness Came Over Me, But The Resolute Heaviness Of Dash’s Demeanor Threatened To Crush My Soul. My Pinky Finger Crept Over And Nestled Against His, For Comfort. Like A Magnet, His Pinky Finger Latched Onto And Intertwined With Mine. I Like Magnets A Whole Lot.

I Am A Classic 'star Trek' Fanatic.

They Were Tricky, Those Demons. Could They Be Trusted? Of Course They Could Be Trusted. She'd Created Them. She Owned Them. They Wouldn't Lead Her Astray.

What's Better, I Wonder - To Be A Toy For The Humans, Or To Control Your Own Destiny , Even If The Only Way To Do So Is Suicide?