Fix It .:Closed w/ timetravelinginformantsandmerc:.
Kip snarled at Malice; he was being a real ass about this. Bindy covered his expression with one of blankness, eyes staring through the human and mouth set in a hard line.
"It would be fine if you didn’t try to scare the crap out of me."
Kip tapped her foot impatiently, not very impressed at all by the lack of concern whatsoever. When the new man appeared she only glared, while Bindy gave a light, yet sad smile.
Danato ran a hand over his beard, “Now which one of you is Bindy? I’ve heard so much about you from my s- daughter. She’s my little great niece’s cousin, they get along so well. I do wish you would come visit more-“
"You’re rambling," Malice groaned. Rolling his head back he wished that his uncle would just stop interfering in his life for once. Waving a hand he sighed, "Uncle, meet Kip and Bindy; Kip and Bindy my uncle."
Danato spoke in the secret tongue before placing a hand over his heart and sniffed. He didn’t react to Malice’s sudden yelling, he just simple smile and added with a soothing tone, “Not taking anyone’s side, but if it concerns what could be a future member of the family it becomes my business. So what exactly is the problem- My beloved nephew refuses to tell me anything!”
Malice groaned at the whiny tone as he swatted away another affectionate hand. Hunching down he wondered if he could out run the master, not likely. He was weighing the risks verses what he would be facing here none the less.
((Waits for replies in an attempt to put off something.))
((Open for plotting and random tagged/Open threads.))
Q:"Can you hear me?" - whichever muse you want
Injury starter meme 2
The teen held her head. Mouth turned down into an open frown the blinked rapidly. Hunching slightly she tried squinting, but she still couldn’t get her eyes to focus, “I think so, invisible man.”
"Oh, whoops! Just a sec, try closin’ yer eyes and then openin’ ‘em again." The chipmunk positioned himself in such a way that he could be clearly seen in the teenager’s sight, offering a wave when she came to. "You were out cold a bit ago, looks like you’re gonna be okay. How’s your eyesight?" Dale put tiny ticklish paws to his patient’s forehead to test for a fever while trying for a response.
She did as instructed, squeezing her eyes shut she waited fro the pressure in her temples to dull. She frowned when she opened up her eyes again, she had been out cold? Blinking she said, “Still blurry but better. Thank you.”
She started to giggle when he touch her. She moved her hand from her temple to her mouth as she giggled, the pressure pulsing angrily with each laugh. Thinning her lips as she stopped mid laugh she moved her hand back to massage her head. She had to guess it was a concussion, though light didn’t hurt as bad as it did last time.
You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation. Sometimes the longest connections yield very little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything. The heart doesn’t wear a watch - it’s timeless. It doesn’t care how long you know someone. It doesn’t care if you had a 40 year anniversary if there is no juice in the connection. What the heart cares about is resonance. Resonance that opens it, resonance that enlivens it, resonance that calls it home. And when it finds it, the transformation begins…