Simon Snow and Basilton Grimm-Pitch; the self-proclaimed super villain that almost ate up all magic and the world's friendliest, least-bloodthirsty vampire. Together they make a bit of an odd couple, but there is no doubt that they are desperately...
Something explodes in the distance, and I think it might be Simon.
Simon, who has his magic back.
Simon, who has gone full-fucking god-power, emanating golden light and sonic blasts.
Simon's back. He's more than back.
When he blasted Agatha off of him, I think I blacked out for a moment. When I opened my eyes a few seconds later, my head was resting on the soft, downy moss growing from the roots of a tree. I'm back on my feet now, but my legs shake like I've just run ten kilometres. My head spins like a top.
"Agatha?" I call out, trying to ignore the tipsily spinning world to look for her.
As if in answer, I stumble over something warm and soft-- Agatha's foot. She's on all fours, dry heaving into a bush.
"Agatha-- Agatha!" Grabbing her by her shoulders, I shake her, trying to snap her out of it. "What happened? Where did Simon go?"
Agatha looks sharply up at me, anger flickering behind those milky brown eyes.
"Why do you care, Penelope? He just fucking threw me across half the fucking forest and you want to go after him?"
I open my mouth to shout at her, but she's on a roll. I've never seen her like this before, in all the years I've known her. I guess everyone has their breaking point, even perfect Miss Agatha Wellbelove.
"And what's more," she rants, practically fuming at the ears, "What's all this about him being gay? Simon dated me for a long time, Penelope, and I tell you there is not a gay bone in his body! It's got to be some kind of vampire nonsense and--"
I slap Agatha Wellbelove right across her perfect mouth.
I guess I've got a breaking point too.
"Penelope!" She shrieks, cradling her face.
"Don't you 'Penelope' me, Agatha! Simon and Baz-- they're my family! They love me, and I love them, and you know what? I have never seen two people more in love with each other than they are! And if you don't like that then fine, you can leave! But right now, you're either with us or against us, and given the fact that I've got two of the most powerful mages in the entire world on my side, I highly suggest you choose to be with us!"
That familiar crease forms between Agatha's eyebrows as she scowls at me (an odd expression on her typically placid face). Aleister Crowley, I can't wait for it to become a wrinkle, and to know that I helped make it.
"Fine. But I never want to see any of you... you freaks again," she spits. I'm half tempted to slap her again for calling us freaks, but... who am I kidding? We kind of are.
"Believe me, that's fine. Now let's go find Simon."
Judging by the ever-brightening light pouring from the ravine, I don't think he'll be that hard to find.
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Author's note:
Okay, I guess the writer's block only lasted a little while? Hopefully it stays away.
(I keep forgetting that these characters aren't mine, and it's the weirdest feeling.)
-Lefty
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(Headcanon: Simon keeps falling asleep on the floor, and Baz keeps putting blankets over him)
