Don't say thanks
that way, Lucy thought, it makes it seem as though we are strangers
and I have just complimented your new shirt.
She slipped her hands in her pocket and tried to act causal as though the boy of her dreams hadn't just stabbed her in the stomach. She should have known. She wasn't even supposed to be here. She didn't really exist.
And then her fingers found it, a note.
It read:
Meet me. Midnight. West Shore of the Lake.
Notes: Can't write properly. Too busy plotting!
I've been thinking maybe Ing's people have a distinct magical look to them? Strange colored eyes and hair, maybe? I feel like their should be a physical difference between the other worlders and "The Fairy People" who aren't actually fairies. Blah blah... Hints: purple eyes, but I really don't know...
She slipped her hands in her pocket and tried to act causal as though the boy of her dreams hadn't just stabbed her in the stomach. She should have known. She wasn't even supposed to be here. She didn't really exist.
And then her fingers found it, a note.
It read:
Meet me. Midnight. West Shore of the Lake.
Notes: Can't write properly. Too busy plotting!
I've been thinking maybe Ing's people have a distinct magical look to them? Strange colored eyes and hair, maybe? I feel like their should be a physical difference between the other worlders and "The Fairy People" who aren't actually fairies. Blah blah... Hints: purple eyes, but I really don't know...
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