|Hey. Hey you. You should like...look at mah stuff. And fave it. |
Then you'd be my favorite person.
And I won't murder this cat. You don't want the cat to die do you?
Shards of Memory - Part 1Shards of MemoryShards of Memory - Part 1 by CertifiedJesusFreak
It was just a contract. A normal, two-man contract that would take maybe 3 days…
’Aya, do you believe we could leave Saki and Fang with Amy for a few days?’
“Yeah, probably,” she responded from behind him, “Saki and Brandon are best friends, you know.”
The mute ninja smiled under the mask at the reference to his daughter and her ‘best friend’.
But he still heard his wife moving up behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders lightly, peering over his shoulder.
’It appears to be. A two person mission, just outside of New Orleans.’
’The very same.’
“Been a while since I’ve been to Louisiana,” she commented, “When?”
’A week from tomorrow, I believe.’
Aayla stood a little straighter to see further down the page and felt her eyebrows go a little
Pick-Me-UpPick-Me-UpPick-Me-Up by CertifiedJesusFreak
Many of Arcilla’s new friends were delighted to hear that the pair had started dating.
For a solid week, it was pretty much all they talked about, whether Arcilla was in the room or not. She would just roll her eyes and tell her coworkers to get a life.
Somehow, they hadn’t planned it this way, but somehow, the first week and a half that they were officially dating had the typical ride situation reversed - they only had one car, and usually Flynn would drop her off for work and pick her up after her shift, but their work schedules had worked out so that Arcilla was dropping Flynn off.
This was the first day that she’d been dropped off by her new...boyfriend. That’s what the humans called it, she was pretty sure.
They - selkies, that was - just called them mates. But it was kind of awkward to call Flynn her mate.
Arcilla was clocking out when Flynn got there. Usually she was waiting outside for him, but she’d stayed a little longer
MonthsMonthsMonths by CertifiedJesusFreak
In the months after Arcilla decided to stay, they became better friends, and Arcilla was able to go and be in town for longer amounts of time.
She got a job at a local consignment shop, not wanting to be a burden on Flynn, and pitched in on rent and food. Though both of them kept her ‘secret’ under careful lock and key, Arcilla was able to make quiet friends with several of her co-workers, teenagers and young adults, and, of course. Flynn. They were splendid friends now; even though there would be hours at a time that neither of them would make a sound, Flynn reading and Arcilla knitting or something similar, they felt completely at ease with each other.
Everyone asked her if they were dating.
"No!" she'd insist, cheeks flaming red, "We're just friends - I'm just visiting for a little bit."
And, of course, they whispered about why it was necesarry for her to get a job if she was 'just visiting' but no one wanted to push either of them for more information. Bot
SealskinSealskinSealskin by CertifiedJesusFreak
The last thing Flynn Braden expected to see when he went out for his morning jog was a woman laying on the beach, unconscious and seemingly naked.
First, all he could see was a shape.
Okay, he thought, someone’s sleeping on the beach...probably shouldn’t do that, but he’d slept in weirder places after a night in the pub, so the brown haired man continued jogging.
But as he got closer, he saw that the unconscious figure was actually a young woman, maybe a little older than he was, who appeared to have no clothing on. His face coloured bright red, realizing this, but he sped up, now running towards this unconscious woman. If she was truly out, and truly naked...that could mean nothing good.
So he knelt by the partially covered by this strange leathery thing woman, looking for obvious signs of trauma - there was nothing he could see, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t anything. All Flynn knew was that he wasn’t about to go looking.