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Log; On-going
When; March 24; Fairy Tale Day Pt. 1
Rating; PG-like?
Characters; Octavius (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
agustusoctavius), Jed (say_yeehaw), & Faye (glock30)
Summary; So two fairies walk into this maze, and there's this girl...
Log;
Faye wasn't afraid of the dark, not by a long shot. She also wasn't remotely afraid or worried about being in the dark, in a maze by herself. Really. It didn't bother her at all. What did bother her was that her legs were getting tired, her hands sore from bumping along the walls, and she was more than positive she'd run into the same dead end about four times now. Honestly, if it hadn't been for those little trivial problems she would have been fine.
But those problems were problems, and she was starting to think that she'd wander around down here until she passed out from exhaustion or irritation--whichever came first--and then get eaten by giant rats or dripping ghosts or whatever it was that picked off the lady in these stories. Where was that stupid knight anyway? Probably eaten, the idiot.
"Oh, well," she said to no one in particular--or at all, since she was alone--and sat down to stretch her legs across one of the hallways, wondering if you really could make a light from striking rocks together.
Rating; PG-like?
Characters; Octavius (
agustusoctavius), Jed (say_yeehaw), & Faye (glock30)Summary; So two fairies walk into this maze, and there's this girl...
Log;
Faye wasn't afraid of the dark, not by a long shot. She also wasn't remotely afraid or worried about being in the dark, in a maze by herself. Really. It didn't bother her at all. What did bother her was that her legs were getting tired, her hands sore from bumping along the walls, and she was more than positive she'd run into the same dead end about four times now. Honestly, if it hadn't been for those little trivial problems she would have been fine.
But those problems were problems, and she was starting to think that she'd wander around down here until she passed out from exhaustion or irritation--whichever came first--and then get eaten by giant rats or dripping ghosts or whatever it was that picked off the lady in these stories. Where was that stupid knight anyway? Probably eaten, the idiot.
"Oh, well," she said to no one in particular--or at all, since she was alone--and sat down to stretch her legs across one of the hallways, wondering if you really could make a light from striking rocks together.