Cordelia
let us go
where the wild things grows
where the wild things grows
Rule number one, Talyson: Never let your guard down after an attack.
Cordelia might have been reeling from his buttery moves, but she was not down for the count. Absolutely not. Coming back with a handful of the mixture herself and getting him right in the face. Some of it definitely went up his nose. The Attuned couldn't contain the gleeful peal of laughter that rang out through the home, squealing in delight as her socked feet skid across the slightly slick floor, trying to get some distance between them.
It wouldn't help, however. Not when his next attack was a projectile.
She yelps as it covers the front of her sweater, splattering into her hair and sticking to her eyelashes. "You're lucky Noah isn't home. He'd have your head if he heard you say that." The warden quips, diving across the counter for the powdered sugar, flinging it at him and sending down a puffy cloud of white over his whole front. "Lucky for you I'm much sweeter and willing to forgive your slip up."
Cordelia might have been reeling from his buttery moves, but she was not down for the count. Absolutely not. Coming back with a handful of the mixture herself and getting him right in the face. Some of it definitely went up his nose. The Attuned couldn't contain the gleeful peal of laughter that rang out through the home, squealing in delight as her socked feet skid across the slightly slick floor, trying to get some distance between them.
It wouldn't help, however. Not when his next attack was a projectile.
She yelps as it covers the front of her sweater, splattering into her hair and sticking to her eyelashes. "You're lucky Noah isn't home. He'd have your head if he heard you say that." The warden quips, diving across the counter for the powdered sugar, flinging it at him and sending down a puffy cloud of white over his whole front. "Lucky for you I'm much sweeter and willing to forgive your slip up."
let us go
where time runs slow
where time runs slow
