after-sundown

Chapter thirty-three is on it's way! Here's a sneak peek...
          	
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          	The veins of it were creeping up his jaw, and reaching for his mouth. But he didn’t care much for that—he was more focused on how his eyes looked. He hadn’t seen them clearly in so long…
          	
          	They’d always been green. Fierce, calculating, and always so sick. In his opinion, anyway. His mother had always compared it to the shade of sage, which he’d thought was stupid. He didn’t want to be compared to a plant, nor did he think it was accurate. His eyes were far too lifeless to be compared to much of anything.
          	
          	The new shade was much more interesting.

after-sundown

Chapter thirty-three is on it's way! Here's a sneak peek...
          
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          The veins of it were creeping up his jaw, and reaching for his mouth. But he didn’t care much for that—he was more focused on how his eyes looked. He hadn’t seen them clearly in so long…
          
          They’d always been green. Fierce, calculating, and always so sick. In his opinion, anyway. His mother had always compared it to the shade of sage, which he’d thought was stupid. He didn’t want to be compared to a plant, nor did he think it was accurate. His eyes were far too lifeless to be compared to much of anything.
          
          The new shade was much more interesting.

Mint_Rose_

Just to let you know that your fic is one of the only reasons I keep Wattpad on my phone.  I am (not so) patiently waiting for the next chapter.

after-sundown

@Mint_Rose_ Thank you! That means a lot!
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after-sundown

ALRIGHT! Chapter thirty is coming soon...  Here's a sneak peek:
          
          Apricity grabbed the drawing and threw it down, trying to stomp out the flames.
          It didn’t help. In fact, the flames grew brighter and louder.
          It sprung and jumped, catching the nearby bear fur on fire. The heart of the flames were black.
          No. It wasn’t black. A black arm was reaching out.
          
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          Achilles barely caught his gasp as one of his toy carriages rolled forward on its own from the mouth of his open closet. It wheeled forward until it gently bumped into a tower of blocks Achilles had been using as a watchtower for his toy men.
          It teetered before falling—each block crashed loudly. Achilles cringed, dragging his gaze back to the figure.
          The figure in the window had placed a foot inside his room.
          It was too late.
          
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          Stumbling down the hill, water splashed as he stood in the shallows.
          The moonlight made the water shine and his skin glow.
          Dream crouched and submerged his arms up to his elbows. He did not cup his hands to take a drink—but he could feel the thirst fade away.
          He didn’t lift his gaze from the waters for a long time.
          It was just so beautiful.