Adrin nodded, nuzzling closer. She had calmed, and her crying had
almost ceased. She wrapped her arms around Fae, whispering three
little words. "I love you..,"
Fae blushed deeply at those words and smiled lovingly kissing her
head and getting up heading out of the tent, "You should change out
of that we have a lot to do." she stood guard of the tent. She
noticed Anna, " Hey would you want to help?"
Adrin followed Fae, shaking her head. "Arin advised I wore things
that would reveal most of my wounds for the time being." She said,
and smiled at Anna softly.
alexandra opened the tent again and groaned from annoyance, her
blanket laying over the top of her.
''i can't sleep...'' she mumbled, mostly to herself.
Dean woke up, he still hurt, "Why do my balls still hurt? I've been
alseep for 9 hours, and my balls are still throbbing... damn you,
Max. And damn you too, Melina. All you two have caused for me, is
pain."
Max woke up in his tent. 'I can't believe I passed out like
that...' He thought. He got up and stretched. Then he walked
out of the tent, hungry. He'd make himself something. Max thought
of the good old times. Melina was nice once. Nicer than Max was
before. Before...if only he could go back to before and change
things so she didn't change and was still sweet, and so that they
never came on the mountain in the first place. But he couldn't
change the past.
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
Dean went out of his tent, keeping a hand on his groin, he saw Max,
"Good morning. I'm still in a lot of pain, but I don't blame you,
instead, I blame myself for letting you traumitize my testicles."
Max gave Dean a 'what are you even talking about, you make no
sense.' kind of look. "Well, you did keep jumping in. I got kinda
sick of it. By the way, are all the things you think about
Christina and your balls? You seem to think of them a lot. Also,
you talk too much, with things you shouldn't say. You should keep
an eye on that, Dean. By the way, I want to tell you something you
wouldn't believe. D'you wanna listen?" Max replied.
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
"Melina used to be really sweet. Like, nicer than I was before. She
was really nice, and loved her brother and her family and friends.
I don't know why she changed, but she was really great then." Max
told Dean. "I don't know if I can be nice like I was before again.
Change is a terrible thing sometimes, isn't it..."
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
"Yeah, my mom died when I was 6 months old. So suddenly, and my dad
died when I was 12. I live with my uncle. So, Melina was a kind
person. Wow, I wish she still was when she was alive. I'm sorry for
being so harsh about Melina's death. I'm actually somewhat sad,
deep inside. I wish I'd shown it more..." Dean said.
Anna laughed to herself before pulling back silently. Melina nice?
That was a real kicker. That was too unbelievable. however she
would have once said that about demons. She needed to take others
by their word more.
"Yeah, it's fine I guess." Max said, and smiled his old smile at
Dean. "I hope we can stop fighting and get along again, y'know?"
Then he turned to walk away, going to get some food.
Some people need a high five. In the face. With a chair. Made of
steel. Covered in acid. On fire. Three times.
"Yeah, for our own safety, remember how every time one of us
fights, another dies. It's the butterfly effect." Dean said, "I'd
like it if we could still be friends."
Anna dropped down from her branch and attempted pull ups. One. Two.
Three. Four. That was all. She needed to rest. She went to the tree
and leaned back.
Adrin grabbed her bag, and curled up in front of the fire. She
began to sketch the flames, the art coming alive. She pulled out
her colored pencils, along with her shading one, working on it. She
smiled down at the picture softly.