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"Well, what do you need from me?" he asked, pulling a large sword out from the forge and picking up his hammer. "I can't do anything."
Her hands joined his, picking up the spilled Cheerios with nimble fingers. Her free hand took his, her fingers lacing in his, and she kissed the...
He frowned, drying the suds off his thin hands with the red cloth. "Why?" he asked, reaching for the bowl. "I don't mind."
“He has patrols that capture people sometimes, we think. People just go missing.”
She laughed deeply, leaning over and planting a line of soft kisses along his neck. “My hands are tied, Warner.”
He finished drying the pot, looking over at her. “All done?”
“That’s... a lot of information,” he said quietly, going over to the window. “The Mad king lives in the Fort. I’m not sure how you’re going to be...
“My powers involve knocking down Cheerios, nothing more.”
He went to clean up.
“Taking down the Mad King...?” he said slowly, setting down an ax. “Huh.”
She nodded reluctantly. "Yes, I do."
"I trust you."
He looked over at her. He had bright green eyes and a smattering of freckles on his shy face, but he raised one eyebrow uncertainly. "Yes?"
“Fine, Fine. Loser cleans up.”
“Fine.”
Ky was tall. That would be her first impression. He stood in front of the forge, frowning at something, and his brown hair brushed the ceiling....
“It’s a fashion statement.”
He huffed but brought her back to the table.
“Sure,” he said flatly, looking back up at Anya.
She looked up at him earnestly, resting her head on his shoulder. “I think he would like it;” she said.
