scribe_protra, I blame you. With much blaming. I tries writing one, but I couldn't get that awesome line in, so I had to write both. You get a bonus. Be happy with it!
Oh, and Lachesis is the middle of the three Fates, who weaves lives into the tapestry of the world.
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Before:
At first, it had been sweet.
Then it had gotten annoying.
Now, it was just plain creepy.
“Ooh, roses,” rasped Wuya. “One hundred and forty-eight of them. I counted. Very expensive. Very classy. Ver-” At this point, Jack attempted to hit Wuya. It didn’t work, as Wuya was immaterial. She ignored it and blithely continued talking, “-y romantic. And he got you chocolates. Are you sure you aren’t going to consider his offer?”
“I. Am not. Gay.”
Way ignored this too. “The way he is right now, you could ask for the world on a platter, and he’d give it to you for a birthday present.” She floated over to his other side, and whispered in his ear, “He could get you the Shen Gong Wu.”
“Hey, yeah, that’s right! He could! Still,” he said, looking at the flowers, which covered every flat surface not covered by chocolates, that Chase had somehow snuck into his room while he slept yet again, despite every trap his self-proclaimed evil genius could devise, “What am I supposed to do with one hundred and forty-eight roses?”
“You could always plant them,” suggested Wuya.
***
After:
“ . . . you knew this was going to happen.”
Wuya remained where she was, twirling gently in midair and laughing her nonexistent brains out.
“I hate you.”
“No one can fight the Strings of Lachesis once it’s activated,” said the Strings of Lachesis in his head, smugly. “Although I didn’t know that thing with his tongue was physically possib-”
“You, shut up,” he said to it, and was ignored. Wuya was still laughing. Chase was . . . doing Chase things, probably involving pastels, chocolates, and really frighteningly large numbers of roses. He rolled his eyes, telling whatever god dogged his steps with chaos that it could go away now, thanks. “No wonder the Dragons didn’t show up. If I’d known it was going to be this much trouble, I would have just left it.”
“P-P-PREGNANT!” hollered Wuya, before going off again.
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Oh, and Lachesis is the middle of the three Fates, who weaves lives into the tapestry of the world.
***
Before:
At first, it had been sweet.
Then it had gotten annoying.
Now, it was just plain creepy.
“Ooh, roses,” rasped Wuya. “One hundred and forty-eight of them. I counted. Very expensive. Very classy. Ver-” At this point, Jack attempted to hit Wuya. It didn’t work, as Wuya was immaterial. She ignored it and blithely continued talking, “-y romantic. And he got you chocolates. Are you sure you aren’t going to consider his offer?”
“I. Am not. Gay.”
Way ignored this too. “The way he is right now, you could ask for the world on a platter, and he’d give it to you for a birthday present.” She floated over to his other side, and whispered in his ear, “He could get you the Shen Gong Wu.”
“Hey, yeah, that’s right! He could! Still,” he said, looking at the flowers, which covered every flat surface not covered by chocolates, that Chase had somehow snuck into his room while he slept yet again, despite every trap his self-proclaimed evil genius could devise, “What am I supposed to do with one hundred and forty-eight roses?”
“You could always plant them,” suggested Wuya.
***
After:
“ . . . you knew this was going to happen.”
Wuya remained where she was, twirling gently in midair and laughing her nonexistent brains out.
“I hate you.”
“No one can fight the Strings of Lachesis once it’s activated,” said the Strings of Lachesis in his head, smugly. “Although I didn’t know that thing with his tongue was physically possib-”
“You, shut up,” he said to it, and was ignored. Wuya was still laughing. Chase was . . . doing Chase things, probably involving pastels, chocolates, and really frighteningly large numbers of roses. He rolled his eyes, telling whatever god dogged his steps with chaos that it could go away now, thanks. “No wonder the Dragons didn’t show up. If I’d known it was going to be this much trouble, I would have just left it.”
“P-P-PREGNANT!” hollered Wuya, before going off again.