[ She must sound childish, doesn't she? Ever self-conscious, Gwenhwyfar finally works up the courage to draw a hand from her face when the atmosphere changes and she's seeing glimpses of his wings.
This, on the other hand, isn't as frightening as the idea of Crowley manifesting into something beyond her mind, something so unfathomable as Myrddin had put it.
She shuffles a bit, her gaze down at her bare feet. (no, she can't be bothered to wear shoes, at all!) ]
I just... All I can think of is what my teacher used to say when I was little.
[ And that she's positive he would be furious with her for even doing any of this. ]
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[ She must sound childish, doesn't she? Ever self-conscious, Gwenhwyfar finally works up the courage to draw a hand from her face when the atmosphere changes and she's seeing glimpses of his wings.
This, on the other hand, isn't as frightening as the idea of Crowley manifesting into something beyond her mind, something so unfathomable as Myrddin had put it.
She shuffles a bit, her gaze down at her bare feet. (no, she can't be bothered to wear shoes, at all!) ]
I just... All I can think of is what my teacher used to say when I was little.
[ And that she's positive he would be furious with her for even doing any of this. ]
It gave me a lot of nightmares as a little girl.