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He considered it for a moment before his gaze flickered back to hers. "My apologies, but I don't eat things from other people. You understand....
"Heal you. Everything I do is so slow," she complained.
His tense demeanor relaxed as he looked around, running a hand through his hair slowly as the sun hit his face. He exhaled before looking down at...
"I'm sorry I couldn't do it faster," she said regretfully.
He raised an eyebrow in confusion before following, leaving his notebook on his bed and crossing his arms. * * * "Not here?" he asked with a...
She frowned, resting a hand on his forehead. Warmth spread from her fingertips, fixing the aching slowly.
He nodded sagely, leaning back against the bedframe. "Yeah, you're bored. What do you do around here, anyway?" * * * "That's fair," he said...
She looked at him anxiously, folding her hands. "Are you okay?"
"Are you bored?" he asked pointedly, leaning back in his chair. "You seem bored." * * * "Repaying you?" he replied indignantly, looking over at...
It flew towards him and consumed him.
He looked up at her curiously before closing the notebook. "Plans," he explained idly, shrugging slightly. "We can't stay here forever; it isn't...
She frowned, hesitated before sending the void towards him tentatively.
He laughed slightly, despite himself. "You're okay, then. What's going on?" * * * "What if I'd only kinda like to?" he asked, sounding...
"Well, but..." She seemed at a loss. "If it's good, it'll hurt you. Of course, I doubt it's any good, but..."
He looked down at her, feeling a little confused. People didn't come to Emerson just to chat. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He paused before a...
She seemed concerned by this. "If it works, it'll hurt you."
Emerson tore a page out of the notebook but glanced up at Rory as she approached. For some reason, he seemed to have a strange softness for her....
"No, you don't understand," she said, shaking her head. "What if this is just a big cloud of smoke that I'm summoning? What if it doesn't hurt...
Emerson hadn't slept for days. Dark circles had begun to take residence under his sharp blue eyes, although they were not bloodshot and they...
"What does that mean? How will I be able to tell if it's effective from that?"
