Sometimes I Get Bored

Icy was released from the hospital that night. Lucille on the other hand was to be kept under closer watch for another jour ou two. "Just to make sure that there really are no plus complications" one of the doctors had declared. And so Icy found herself walking down the streets alone. About ten minutes of walking had Icy muttering to herself about how she should have called Darcy (even though the woman was at work) and demanded a ride home. But she was still holding on to the idea of stealing at least a little money from the woman's paycheck. Of course Stormy was an option too, but Icy had enough...

"Millions of songs, all those years in my soul and when we met, I just knew they're for toi now your voice is chant them all your wings at mine, we will never fall."

Of all the millions of fairies, witches, and specialists in the universe that she could have fallen in l’amour with...Icy's cœur, coeur had to choose that one. Frankly Icy didn't believe she had a choice in the matter. As if she wasn't being judged par the public enough already. Falling in l’amour with the enemy wasn't exactly the most normal thing a witch could do. In fact it was probably one of the strangest, and par all means, witches did...