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Jingle Bells
Original verse: Cycle of Fate [wip title, may change eventually]
Rating: PG
Summary: Being cooperative as possible was easier said then done for some antagonists.
Notes: Hey, long time no write! This was more or less prompted by a little warm-up from a book I'm currently reading to better my writing skills, since I've been feeling really rusty as of late. Hopefully I can actually update on here more from now on...!
‘Just bear with it.’ is a thought he really, would rather not want to follow through. Being out and about this much is one thing if he was by himself. But alas, trying to reach out to his long-lasting enemy and his goody-two-shoes friends meant having to temporarily set aside the monumental grudge that Cylene held onto for the last thousands of years and building what felt like a mountain’s worth of proof of being able to cooperate peacefully. Or well, as much as he can handle anyway.
Thus, as if like a throat trying to reject a hard-to-swallow pill, Cylene Diacaro’s mouth twitched into an ever-present grimacing grin and took in the (in his own eyes anyway) overly obnoxious hustle and bustle of merriment abound, before gently pushing through the sea of excited people in his current task of searching for a “good” holiday gift.
Rating: PG
Summary: Being cooperative as possible was easier said then done for some antagonists.
Notes: Hey, long time no write! This was more or less prompted by a little warm-up from a book I'm currently reading to better my writing skills, since I've been feeling really rusty as of late. Hopefully I can actually update on here more from now on...!
‘Just bear with it.’ is a thought he really, would rather not want to follow through. Being out and about this much is one thing if he was by himself. But alas, trying to reach out to his long-lasting enemy and his goody-two-shoes friends meant having to temporarily set aside the monumental grudge that Cylene held onto for the last thousands of years and building what felt like a mountain’s worth of proof of being able to cooperate peacefully. Or well, as much as he can handle anyway.
Thus, as if like a throat trying to reject a hard-to-swallow pill, Cylene Diacaro’s mouth twitched into an ever-present grimacing grin and took in the (in his own eyes anyway) overly obnoxious hustle and bustle of merriment abound, before gently pushing through the sea of excited people in his current task of searching for a “good” holiday gift.