Tomorrow You Will Belong To

Loki," I Said. "hey, Princess." He Smiled Dazedly As He Looked Up At Me. "what's Wrong?" "nothing." I Smiled And Shook My Head. "not Anymore." "what's This?" He Took My Hair And Held It Out So I Could See. A Curl Near The Front Had Gone Completely Silver. "i Take A Nap, And You Go Gray?" "you Didn't Take A Nap." I Laughed. "don't You Remember What Happened?" He Furrowed His Brow, Trying To Remember, And Understanding Flashed In His Eyes. "i Remember..." Loki Touched My Face. "i Remember That I Love You." I Bent Down, Kissing Him Full On The Mouth, And He Held Me To Him.

You Really Do Hate Me, Don't You? I Mean, Destroying Someone's Ice-cream Cone? That's Vicious." Her Cheeks Reddened. "i Didn't See You There. Honestly." She Wiped At His Shirt More Frantically, As If She Could Prevent It From Staining If She Rubbed Hard Enough. "oh, Now I See Your Plan, And It's Far More Devious Than I Thought." Daniel Smirked. "you Were Looking For An Excuse To Grope Me.

A Foolish Man Thinks He Knows Everything. A Wise Man Knows He Doesn't," Finn Replied Absently, Still Looking Down At The Book. "that's Such A Fortune-cookie Answer," I Said With A Laugh, And Even He Smirked At Me.

I've Always Kind Of Wrote When I Wanted To. Once I Get The Idea In My Head And Get It Outlined Out, I Usually Just Sit And Write Until It's Done.

The Only Consent Hinge In Life Is That Everyhin Is Changing. And That's A Little Scary, But It Means That Hints Can't Be Bad Or Hard Forever.