My love is to ice
and i is to fire.
Edmund Spencer
"What do you mean i cannot access the library," scar said straining to maintain his tolerance for the incompetent mundane man behind tbe counter.
"Repair, how long," he spat out. Repair he thought to himself furiously. This whole bloody place is nothing but a piece of shit.
The walls are old and a bit mossy, the acient chandeliers look like whether they are deciding to came crushing down over someone's head or not.
And the floor boards look like they participated in the mundane world war and survived but yet there was this man before him who managed to look more pre historic than any of the furniture.
He was about to tell the man off when a soft vocie stopped him. He turned around and met the bluest eyes he ever laid eyes on.
She was tall for a girl. Her ridiculous glasses made her eyes seem bigger and bluer. Icy blue. She looked very outstanding and peculiar in her 'I ❤ teen wolf' shirt, some peculiar blue shorts that reached her knees reviling her long shapely legs and on her feet she wore some battered out shoes that had 'old stars' on their sides.
But that wasnt the most peculiar thing about her. It was her hair flowing down her shoulders like it was on fire. And it would burn anyone who touched her.
He nearly smiled as stood aside to let her get to the counter. What a peculiar combination.
Hair like fire, eyes like ice.
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ANGELIC DEMONS
FantasyMagic is energy. And energy cannot die or be destroyed but only converted from one form to another...... So those stories you've been told. Those legends and myths......they are all true. So when you move to a city thats the heart of magic, it would...
