Poetry Joke“Andry, Andry! Oi!”Poetry Joke
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Andry Trevallayn groaned a little; it had been a long day, an annoying fight with the dragon, and all she wanted to do was have a tall mug of ale, stick her feet up on a table, and listen to the new songs the bard was supposed to have come up with.
So really, Sera shouting at her from the second floor shouldn't have come as too much of a surprise. She seemed to be holding a piece of paper too.
“What Bows? Need me to read you something?” she teased.
In response, Sera made a rude gesture, and threaded her way through the second-floor tavern traffic so that she could slide down the bannister—taking the stairs was boring, after all, or so Andry remembered her saying once—and accost the human.
“Please, I can read!” she scoffed, swatting her friend lightly with the paper.
“Yeah, enough to get by, and some dirty books,” Andry retorted, absently snatching at the paper with a wry grin. “What's this? Nee
Last Kiss“If you want to get him, you go through me.”Last Kiss
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Vash felt his heart stop. No, no, no, she couldn’t do this. She wasn’t old enough to understand what she was doing, this wasn’t where the ticket to her life’s journey should be punched!
“Move Lily-Rose!” he yelled.
She was nineteen now. But he still saw the little girl, the defiant eleven year old who had been so lost, and had decided he could be her light. And then he saw the nineteen year old, white-streaked red pigtails thrown over her shoulder, and wondered abruptly when she’d gotten so tall. So strong. Surely it hadn’t been him…
Lavender eyes glared in defiant furious terror up at Monev the Gale as Lily-Rose put herself between him and the entrance to the cells where Vash, Milly and Meryl were. The tall, muscular man in the purple suit looked down at her, and laughed contemptuously.
His hand moved fast, and as good as she was, Lily-Rose was not as fast as a