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Wemmbu's actions always had and always will have consequences, matching the gravity of their situation. Still, when it got a little ti much, he allowed himself to believe that maybe he'd get help.
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- Part 11 of Late Nights In The Middle Of June
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Tommy was the coolest person in the world.
"More!" He demanded.
Of course, the servants brought him more.
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Theseus Craft is the son of the powerful emperor of the Antarctic Empire. His best friend? You guessed it, the Blade himself.
He spends more time with Blade than anyone, even his dad. He tried not to let anyone know how much that makes him sad, since big men didn't cry! But Blade saw through it quickly.
After a conversation and a missing child, Techno makes his feelings known.
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Finding Tommy out in the middle of the arctic? That was strange enough. Now Techno’s dealing with odd wounds, sleep walking, and the unrelenting suspicion that something is very, very wrong.
(Sequel to Dream of Drowning)
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“Come on, Tommy, I know you can do better than that.”
Tommy takes a deep breath, shaky from holding back tears, and moves back to his starting position to try the steps again. He knows he needs to be better than this. He knows he keeps messing it up.
His feet don’t hurt anymore at least.
The music starts again and Tommy slides and spins through the steps, holding his final position with his arms outflung and his breath held, waiting. Waiting for Dream to give his verdict.
“Your footwork was sloppy,” his coach snaps. “We’ve been over and over this- I don’t know what you’re not getting about it.”or, Tommy is going to yet another dance competition. it should be normal, but this time, he can't stop himself from talking to the two friendly kids who keep sitting down with him.
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- Part 1 of dance 'verse
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The child was whimpering softly, hands curled tightly into Steve's fur while the wolf licked his face gently. He wasn't much of a sight, hair that could have been blond was matted with mud and leaves, and his torn shirt and trousers did nothing to shield him from the unrelenting wind. Techno could see him shivering from where he was standing, his whole body shaking.
But the biggest concern was the trap that securely snapped around the child's leg, a few inches above the ankle. Techno couldn't help but wince at the way the metal jaws punctured deep into the skin, a concerning amount of blood pooling around the wound, and a tiny amount of the whiteness of bone peeking through.
One wrong move and the child's leg would be snapped clean in half.