He ran up to Brother Zachariah, threw an exuberant arm about his neck, and ducked his head under the hood of the Silent Brother to give him a kiss on the cheek.
Matthew stopped and laughed for sheer joy at a warlock woman with blue skin who was juggling toy unicorns, mermaids’ shells, and small wheels on fire, and he flirted until she told him her name was Catarina.
Where shall I carry it? “Wherever you please. I thought I would walk with you a little way, my parabatai.” How far? asked Jem. Will smiled. “Need you ask? I will go with you as far as I possibly may.”
Ugh i aspire to love and be loved this way
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