What was this?
Why do I feel this way?!
They thought, clenching their fists. It was odd.
Every time they saw you, or spoke to you. Something inside them bursted with pride, joy, and some other unknown feeling.
They were walking around the palace corridors when they bumped into you again.
Their cheeks flushed slightly.
"Oh? What are YOU doing? MAGICIAN? Aren't you supposed to TRACKING down that useless DOCTOR?"
You sighed.
"I was going to start looking today. So if you excu-"
Vulgora scoffed, they didn't know why but...they wanted to keep talking to you. They wanted to keep looking at you, but they couldn't let you know that.
"FINE. You can leave. BUT if you EVER get in my way AGAIN, you'll PAY."
You opened your mouth to say something but was too late, they already scoffed and walked away.
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The Arcana: Scenarios And Oneshots
Fanfiction[REQUESTS ARE CLOSED] Ever wanted to be with some Vesuvian babe? Me too...just, not Vlastomil, never Vlastomil. Anyways! You'll find more info on requests and such in the first chapter. (I write for ocs)
