conceal

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"Yeah, um-yeah. Yeah, alright, let's go!" 
"Woo!" cheer my friends.
I, on the other hand, try to conceal my stupid, stupid feelings, and mutter a sarcastic "Wooo..."

Slowly trudging through the forest, all my friends can talk about is how excited they are to get the stones. "Once we have the Galdorstones, this will be a breeze," claims Bria. 
"What can the Galdorstones actually do?" questions Gus. 

Excited for a chance to talk to him (even with a barrage of self-hatred going through my head), I exclaim (hand motions and all) "If you're holding one, every spell you cast gets a biiig power boost!"

"I can grow an entire forest, and make my own butterfly sanctuary!" Angmar says dreamily. 
"I can create the biggest abomination ever!" cheers Gavin, but he quickly sours. "I bet Dad would pay attention to that." 
"Woah." Gus whispers.

Thinking to myself, I realize that this is the perfect time to prove that I don't like Gus at all. What happened earlier was just a fluke. "So-rry," I sing, "Doesn't do squat for illusions. Can't enhance what's not actually there." (I have no idea if that's true, but it sounded good.) I give him a playful shove for good measure.

"Pfft. I know that," Gus says nervously, shoving me back. 
I look at him.
And he looks at me.
And I look at him.
And we break out into a whole fight before Bria stops us.

(a/n: enjoy the meme)

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