I slowly dropped my hands to the horns of the mask-jolting once the guy protectively held the rock higher in case I tried something-I softened my shaking movements, raising the mask completely off my face.
Without the mask... with the fire...
My eyes found the green gems of his eyes.
He was...
Handsome.
My hands slowly lifted up to brush wild curls from my own face. Removing anything that would obstruct my view of him.
Him.
The guy leaped back, DROPPING the rock directly onto my foot.
I shrieked-obviously in pain.
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BOOM!
a flash of light came from the clouds.
Rain pelleted down on us.
I stared blankly watching Grug attempt to punch the drops. "So," I glanced over to Eon, "You've seen rain, right?"
"We don't get out much."
Belt pulled an umbrella from my side, handing it to me.
He pulled Eon towards me as I opened the umbrella-glancing to my right, I saw Eon's arm hesitating on whether to wrap around my waist.
I gently, nudged closer to him and for a split second I felt his hand against me-well until the to umbrella got snatched from me by Grug.
I glared at him.
Annnnd some lighting stuck the umbrella, shocking him.
With a shake of my head I pulled out another umbrella, covering Eon and I again.
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it's a short book-I was bored 😭✋
Male! Fiona [2001]
Book 31
Strangers to Lovers
" I'm supposed to be handsome. "
In a land of fairytales, the witch never gets a happy ending. Unless she just happens to be a good witch. But Y/n was destined from birth to terrorize others.
After defying gravity and with her death greatly exaggerated, she leaves Oz to begin a new life in Duloc. Away from the other citizens where she can just be by herself.
But a new law has banished the creatures from their homes and into her swamp. In a deal to get it back, she goes on a mission to rescue Prince Fion of Far Far Away, not realizing what kind of prince he turns out to be.
" But I know just who you are
And I know you hold my heart
Finally this is where I belong
And it is you I have loved all along "
If you identify as anything other than female, please still feel free to read this and just replace the pronouns.
None of the art is mine.