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"I hunt for a pickle." "Is this some sex thing?" she asks, confused. The other just breaks into more giggles. "Is it?" I am shocked. Was Angie asking for me to service her and I misinterpreted?
"He attacks the females," Rukh says. I snort. "Those females? Not I. They hold no interest for me in the slightest." "Damn, dude," Bridget says,
Lol
"What do pickles have to do with anything?" "It is a request for sexual pleasure?" I clarify, since she seems to know what pickles are. "What?" Her jaw drops. "Um, no.
"A pickle is a food. Not a sexual request." I frown, looking to Bridget, who was the one to suggest such a thing. She just gives me a confused look. I hesitate, and when the red-haired female continues to give me a patient expression, I decide I believe her. I move toward her slightly. "These females are mentally impaired, then?"
"It's all just a misunderstanding. I'm sure Vordis didn't mean to hurt your feelings. Right?" I nod magnanimously. "I had no idea you were slow of learning." "Wait," Harlow yelps. "No—"
Lmfao
Of her hand slap and how I was too slow. “If I cannot hunt a pickle, tell me how to be fast enough to get in her hole.” Harlow stares at me, her eyes so wide they look like blue pools. She takes my arm and tucks her hand into it. “You and I are going to go for a walk, and you’re going to have to explain to me slowly what you mean. Very, very slowly. Because I’m pretty sure I’m misunderstanding.”
I suddenly want to punch myself, if being wounded means she’ll put her hands on me once more.
Lmao
As days pass, I carve her other small things. A fish. A bird. I put my heart and my spirit into every pass of my knife, trying to imagine beautiful things that she will like to see. If she cannot go out and see this world, I will show it to her.
She seems annoyed by Thrand's demands. I decide I like this Nadine.
Lol
"Say nothing," Cashol tells us once more, and then heads off to find Vektal. "Well, shit," Nadine whispers. "I'm no good with secrets." "I shall hold it for you," Thrand declares. She rolls her eyes
Lmao
Perhaps it was just one lone skyclaw, after all.
Famous last words on Not-Hoth if ive ever heaed em
“Resonance is…the universe pointing an arrow toward that perfect person for you.” “I suppose that is good…if you need an arrow.”
Love this guy
Vordis grins. “Have you kissed before?” “Uh, yeah.” I gesture at my belly. “Obviously.” His eyes widen. “Kissing makes you pregnant? I thought mating did.” I blink at him. “No, kissing doesn’t make you pregnant. It leads to other things, though.”
These fucking aliens kill me lmfao
“Do you remember when they awoke us? How your stasis pod was between mine and Thrand’s?” I have trouble remembering much of that day. “Was it? I don’t recall.” “It is so we can protect you…because we are dedicated to you.”
"We are not fighting." I step away before Thrand can shove me again. "We are disagreeing…with our hands."
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"Did you see him holding your baby? God, if that wasn't the cutest. Don't tell Ashtar I said that, but men holding babies is starting to really affect me. Must be pregnancy hormones. If I even mention it, though, Ashtar's gonna go around trying to hold every baby in camp." Her expression turns dreamy. "Actually maybe I should mention it."
Lmao
“I can’t keep the two of them straight.” “Vordis is the thoughtful one,” I tell her dreamily. “The one with the nice eyes.” “Ooookay. As opposed to the clone that has the same eyes, but whatever. You know them better than I do,”
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“I love you, Vordis.” “I love you as well.” The words are human, but they come easily to my lips. What I feel for Angie is more than love. She is…everything. She is the suns in the skies and the fresh air, the perfection of fresh snow on the ground, and the beauty of the stars in the night, and yet she somehow outshines all of them when she smiles.
“It will, I swear it. If I am not sterile, that means you are not, either. You will resonate to a good female and make children of your own. Until then, you are always welcome at our fire.” I pause. “Unless we are in the furs, of course. Then you must wait.” Thrand snorts, a hint of amusement curling his mouth.
