I’ve had my run-ins with the cold before. There was a pretty big transition when going from moving aircraft, complete with artificial you-name-it, to above-mountain thin-air climate. Sore throats became the norm for a long time. I’d have to say sore throats would be my greatest fear. Can’t stand them, and they make it impossible to sing in the shower.
If you’d rather stay in bed, I could always find out if they can do something about the temperature. I’d find out from Big-Ears when she’d be ready for toi to sleepover, because we both know she would, but as things would have it her room is pretty cold too; something about her city being wintery most of the year.
In the terms of movies… oh just read me, turning this into some kind of list. I never had much experience écriture letters.
Well anyway, that night under the tree, I’d say toi had a bit of a reason to snap at me, not a lot but a bit. I actually spent most of the rest of the night feeling like I was some kind of entitled kid, expecting button-pushing to translate into some kind of friendly banter. I didn’t feel right either about being so casual and such while she and I were just jabbering away about where we came from, while toi were standing there feeling like the alien of the conversation. And in all honesty, it was raining, it was cold. If I weren’t the type of grin at that I’d probably be upset too.
You’re doing a great job, with her, and in general. I know you, well all of us, are going to have knee-jerk reactions to whatever we regret in the past. I’ve Lost my fair share of sleep on that. But if I am allowed the privilege, I would like to say how proud I am of you. toi aren’t just a sister to her toi know, and we know she’d agree. As for me, well even if being the target of whatever has toi upset, well… let me explain it like this.
Whenever I’d smile, or, whenever I do smile I should say, ou try not to, when you’re upset, I get mad at myself for not having enough self-control, but the reason I end up happy is because, as far as I’ve experienced, you’re always on a holy crusade. toi aren’t just sitting around, and toi don’t want to. I swear it’s like you’re shining and if I have to hear someone “nagging” in my head about whatever I did wrong and should fix, if that’s your voice, it sounds plus like… a… very, fast-paced rock song, but in a good way; the kind that isn’t all jaggety… jagged, but smooth and fluent; like that one toi sang that one time, in front of everyone.
When we left to that city, trying to find her, and I mentioned all that was going on, toi went on about how wrong it was and how something needs to be done about it.
When I was still living with my dad, we lived par moral absolutes. That was the whole reason for the mission; rule everyone because we know what’s best. If toi were to ask what we disagreed with, I’d still have to agree with almost everything he did. Maybe we do know what’s best, ou at the very least know what’s right, but I never wanted to force that on anyone. I’m sure if I were to get the mad doctor to inject me with something I could just keep getting power but… I’m not God, ou A god anyway.
When I left there wasn’t really much support for my way of thinking. I was always kept as the work-hand. Go in, kill people, get out, suivant mission. It took a long time to finally make it okay not to headshot people. Everything was about acceptance and not trying to dictate right ou wrong. I got in a lot of trouble for speaking up about that sort of thing.
So as toi might imagine…
as soon as toi a dit those words I had half a mind to scoop toi up right there in front of the enemy, and proclaim to whoever’s looking down just how beautiful that was. Whether ou not I’d actually Kiss toi was kind of a hard one. I didn’t want to force it on toi but it was a pretty big temptation.
But of course I tried to shrug it off and déplacer on, but maybe at one point, if you’re okay with it, I could have a seconde go?
I want to break down, tear down, any walls that might hold any hesitance between us, and her too… and that would include someone else but no matter how much I might want to, it’s your business and I’m going to let that be at your pace. I would like toi to know though that if toi never tell me, I won’t l’amour toi any less. toi don’t have to tell me for me to know that toi trust me. It can hurt and I never want to make toi feel like toi aren’t being honest with me because toi don’t want to open up a wound.
toi know that things are going to escalate don’t you? All the different species and overloads and self-righteous has-beens are going to be clawing everywhere for power and control. toi know what I’m looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to though? The museum. After this is all over they’re going to make an entire room just to archive these letters and people are going to come from everywhere to read them. They’re going to look at these and see them as a sign of significance. They’ll say something like “This amazing person actually didn’t know the right réponses all the time?” and the guide will tell them “Oh she knew; she just didn’t always know how to put them into words because they were so unfathomably revolutionary and extraordinary, that the world wasn’t ready for them.” Then the people will say something like “But that doesn’t answer the question. Did she really have problems like this?” and the guide will calmly say “Oh yes, all the time. Quite often she was an emotional wreck, but if toi look at volume AZZ, letter 3,232, ou volume A, letter 2, the other amazing person says that’s the best part because it showed everyone she wasn’t willing to shut down her emotions and pretend nothing was wrong. She’s the rare kind of person who won’t sit still and won’t keep quiet, and the only time she does is when it’s someone else’s turn to grab the steering wheel, but she’ll be back to it soon enough.”
They might ask “What ever became of these amazingly good-looking, charming, and heroic people?” And so the guide will reply lastly “Oh, they’re probably in a cabine during the winter time, warming up par a feu with colds full of sore throats, and loving not caring at all because they helped make everything good.”
Now, I’m pretty sure when you’re familiar with what comes suivant when the cold is involved, but just to make sure, could toi have someone open the door? I’m not doubt about to drop the hot-chocolate, noodle soup, popcorn, and movies.
If you’d rather stay in bed, I could always find out if they can do something about the temperature. I’d find out from Big-Ears when she’d be ready for toi to sleepover, because we both know she would, but as things would have it her room is pretty cold too; something about her city being wintery most of the year.
In the terms of movies… oh just read me, turning this into some kind of list. I never had much experience écriture letters.
Well anyway, that night under the tree, I’d say toi had a bit of a reason to snap at me, not a lot but a bit. I actually spent most of the rest of the night feeling like I was some kind of entitled kid, expecting button-pushing to translate into some kind of friendly banter. I didn’t feel right either about being so casual and such while she and I were just jabbering away about where we came from, while toi were standing there feeling like the alien of the conversation. And in all honesty, it was raining, it was cold. If I weren’t the type of grin at that I’d probably be upset too.
You’re doing a great job, with her, and in general. I know you, well all of us, are going to have knee-jerk reactions to whatever we regret in the past. I’ve Lost my fair share of sleep on that. But if I am allowed the privilege, I would like to say how proud I am of you. toi aren’t just a sister to her toi know, and we know she’d agree. As for me, well even if being the target of whatever has toi upset, well… let me explain it like this.
Whenever I’d smile, or, whenever I do smile I should say, ou try not to, when you’re upset, I get mad at myself for not having enough self-control, but the reason I end up happy is because, as far as I’ve experienced, you’re always on a holy crusade. toi aren’t just sitting around, and toi don’t want to. I swear it’s like you’re shining and if I have to hear someone “nagging” in my head about whatever I did wrong and should fix, if that’s your voice, it sounds plus like… a… very, fast-paced rock song, but in a good way; the kind that isn’t all jaggety… jagged, but smooth and fluent; like that one toi sang that one time, in front of everyone.
When we left to that city, trying to find her, and I mentioned all that was going on, toi went on about how wrong it was and how something needs to be done about it.
When I was still living with my dad, we lived par moral absolutes. That was the whole reason for the mission; rule everyone because we know what’s best. If toi were to ask what we disagreed with, I’d still have to agree with almost everything he did. Maybe we do know what’s best, ou at the very least know what’s right, but I never wanted to force that on anyone. I’m sure if I were to get the mad doctor to inject me with something I could just keep getting power but… I’m not God, ou A god anyway.
When I left there wasn’t really much support for my way of thinking. I was always kept as the work-hand. Go in, kill people, get out, suivant mission. It took a long time to finally make it okay not to headshot people. Everything was about acceptance and not trying to dictate right ou wrong. I got in a lot of trouble for speaking up about that sort of thing.
So as toi might imagine…
as soon as toi a dit those words I had half a mind to scoop toi up right there in front of the enemy, and proclaim to whoever’s looking down just how beautiful that was. Whether ou not I’d actually Kiss toi was kind of a hard one. I didn’t want to force it on toi but it was a pretty big temptation.
But of course I tried to shrug it off and déplacer on, but maybe at one point, if you’re okay with it, I could have a seconde go?
I want to break down, tear down, any walls that might hold any hesitance between us, and her too… and that would include someone else but no matter how much I might want to, it’s your business and I’m going to let that be at your pace. I would like toi to know though that if toi never tell me, I won’t l’amour toi any less. toi don’t have to tell me for me to know that toi trust me. It can hurt and I never want to make toi feel like toi aren’t being honest with me because toi don’t want to open up a wound.
toi know that things are going to escalate don’t you? All the different species and overloads and self-righteous has-beens are going to be clawing everywhere for power and control. toi know what I’m looking vers l'avant, vers l’avant to though? The museum. After this is all over they’re going to make an entire room just to archive these letters and people are going to come from everywhere to read them. They’re going to look at these and see them as a sign of significance. They’ll say something like “This amazing person actually didn’t know the right réponses all the time?” and the guide will tell them “Oh she knew; she just didn’t always know how to put them into words because they were so unfathomably revolutionary and extraordinary, that the world wasn’t ready for them.” Then the people will say something like “But that doesn’t answer the question. Did she really have problems like this?” and the guide will calmly say “Oh yes, all the time. Quite often she was an emotional wreck, but if toi look at volume AZZ, letter 3,232, ou volume A, letter 2, the other amazing person says that’s the best part because it showed everyone she wasn’t willing to shut down her emotions and pretend nothing was wrong. She’s the rare kind of person who won’t sit still and won’t keep quiet, and the only time she does is when it’s someone else’s turn to grab the steering wheel, but she’ll be back to it soon enough.”
They might ask “What ever became of these amazingly good-looking, charming, and heroic people?” And so the guide will reply lastly “Oh, they’re probably in a cabine during the winter time, warming up par a feu with colds full of sore throats, and loving not caring at all because they helped make everything good.”
Now, I’m pretty sure when you’re familiar with what comes suivant when the cold is involved, but just to make sure, could toi have someone open the door? I’m not doubt about to drop the hot-chocolate, noodle soup, popcorn, and movies.
Fly on the wings of love
Fly baby fly
Reaching the stars above
Touching the sky
In the summer night
When the moon shines bright
Feeling l’amour forever
And the heat is on
When the daylight is gone
Still - happy together
There is just one plus thing I would like to add
She is the greatest l’amour I've ever had
Fly on the wings of love
Fly baby fly
Reaching the stars above
Touching the sky
And as time goes by
There is a lot to try
And I'm feeling lucky ooo yea
In the softest sand
Smiling hand in hand
l’amour is all around me
There's just one plus thing I would like to add
She is the greatest l’amour I've ever had
Fly on the wings of love
Fly baby fly
Reaching the stars above
Touching the sky.
Fly baby fly
Reaching the stars above
Touching the sky
In the summer night
When the moon shines bright
Feeling l’amour forever
And the heat is on
When the daylight is gone
Still - happy together
There is just one plus thing I would like to add
She is the greatest l’amour I've ever had
Fly on the wings of love
Fly baby fly
Reaching the stars above
Touching the sky
And as time goes by
There is a lot to try
And I'm feeling lucky ooo yea
In the softest sand
Smiling hand in hand
l’amour is all around me
There's just one plus thing I would like to add
She is the greatest l’amour I've ever had
Fly on the wings of love
Fly baby fly
Reaching the stars above
Touching the sky.
Frostbite and Scarlet lived their normal lives when one night, a man named Grey experimented on a body swap potion gone wrong. The blast hit Scarlet and Frostbite in their sleep, causing them to switch bodies. After making a conclusion in the morning, they tried to continue with each other's lives until they found a cure. Frostbite did just fine, but Scarlet was having trouble with Frostbite's relationship. Will Scarlet be able to push through, ou will Frostbite's relationship with Aqua come to an end?
Blood's Past
Chapter Five
West Returns accueil
A Week Later...
Miles and Zoey are asleep when there is a knock at the door. Erica walks to the door and opens it "West your home! "Where are the kids?"
"Asleep why"
"I need to tell toi something about Miles"
Miles wakes up and went to get a cup of water then he heard the conversation so he started eavesdroping.
"One of the Doctors told me about Miles blood work, he has a trace of chaos power"
"As in chaos émeraude power?"
"Yes... he has powers others can only dream of"
"Miles, our son, is a living chaos emerald"
"basically, yes i know this is a lot to take in so lets go get some sleep"
Miles hurried into his room and acted like he was sleeping. West walks to Miles room"I know your not sleeping Miles" Miles sits up in his lit "Is it true dad?"
"Yes, toi do have special powers son but the question is what will toi do with them?"
Chapter Five
West Returns accueil
A Week Later...
Miles and Zoey are asleep when there is a knock at the door. Erica walks to the door and opens it "West your home! "Where are the kids?"
"Asleep why"
"I need to tell toi something about Miles"
Miles wakes up and went to get a cup of water then he heard the conversation so he started eavesdroping.
"One of the Doctors told me about Miles blood work, he has a trace of chaos power"
"As in chaos émeraude power?"
"Yes... he has powers others can only dream of"
"Miles, our son, is a living chaos emerald"
"basically, yes i know this is a lot to take in so lets go get some sleep"
Miles hurried into his room and acted like he was sleeping. West walks to Miles room"I know your not sleeping Miles" Miles sits up in his lit "Is it true dad?"
"Yes, toi do have special powers son but the question is what will toi do with them?"