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THE WIZARD HAD RETURNED

Phury closed his eyes and let his head fall back against his headboard Ah, hell, as he saying The wizard had never left

Mate, sometimes you take the piss out of me, the dark voice in his head drawled You truly do After all we&039;ve been together?

All they&039;d been together wasn&039;t that the truth

The wizard was the cause of Phury&039;s driving need for red s about what he hadn&039;t done, what he should have done, what he could have done better

Shoulda Woulda Coulda

Cute rhy-wraiths fros drove hi-tied him and threw him in the back of a car

Actually, mate, you&039;d be the front bumper

Exactly

In his -wraith standing in the ray wasteland of skulls and bones In its proper British accent, the bastardlitany causing hio into his gun closet and eat the muzzle of a forty

You didn&039;t save hiht upon them all by you The fault is yours the fault is yours

Phury reached for another blunt and lit it with his gold lighter

He hat they called in the Old Country the exhile dhoble

The second twin The evil twin

Born three ht the curse of i, was too ht: Within months, his twin had been stolen from the family, sold into slavery, and abused for a century in every manner possible

Thanks to his sick bitch mistress, Zsadist was scarred on his face and his back and his wrists and neck Scarred worse on the inside

Phury opened his eyes Rescuing his twin&039;s physical body hadn&039;t gone far enough; it had taken the miracle of Bella to resurrect Z&039;s soul, and now she was in danger If they lost her

Then all is proper and the balance reeneration, the wizard said You don&039;t honestly think your till reap the blessing of a live birth? You shall have children beyond measure He shall have none That is the way of the balance

Oh, and I&039; his shellan, too, did I mention that?

Phury picked up the remote and turned up "Che Gelida Manina"

Didn&039;t work The wizard liked Puccini The Ring-wraith just started to waltz around the field of skeletons, its boots crushing as underfoot, its heavy arance, its black shredded robes like the ainst a vast horizon of soulless gray, the wizard waltzed and laughed

So Fucked Up

Without looking, Phury reached over to the bedside table for his bag of red s papers He didn&039;t have to measure the distance He was the rabbit who knehere its pellets were

While the wizard whooped it up to La Boh¨¨oing, and he smoked while he readied his reinforcements As he exhaled, what left his lips smelled like coffee and chocolate, but to put a dull on the wizard, he would have used the stuff even if it had been like burning trash in the nose

Hell, he was getting to the point where lighting up a whole fucking Duet him some peace

I can&039;t believe you don&039;t value our relationship more, the wizard said

Phury focused on the drawing in his lap, the one he&039;d been working on for the last half hour After he did a quick catch-up review, he dipped the tip of his quill into the sterling silver pot he had balanced against his hip The pool of ink inside looked like the blood of his eneh, it was a deep reddish brown, not a vile black

He would never use black to depict souinary ink was precisely the color of the highlights in Bella&039;s any hair So it fit his subject

Phury carefully shaded the sweep of her perfect nose, the fine lashes of the quill crisscrossing one another until the density was correct

Ink draas a lot like life: Onewas ruined

Damn it Bella&039;s eye wasn&039;t quite up to par

Curling his forearh the new ink he&039;d laid, he tried to fix rong, shaping the lower lid so the curve of it was led His strokes h But the eye still wasn&039;t working

Yeah, not right, and he should know, considering how ht months

The wizard paused in mid-pli¨¦ and pointed out that this pen-and-ink routine was a shitty thing to do Drawing your twin&039;s pregnant shellan Honestly

Only a right sodding bastard would get fixated on a female as taken by his twin And yet you have You must be so proud of yourself, mate

Yeah, the wizard had always had a British accent for so and tilted his head to the side to see if a change in viewing angle would help Nope Still not right And neither was the hair, actually For so, dark hair in a chignon, isps tickling her cheeks She alore it down

Whatever She was beyond lovely anyway, and the rest of her face was as he usually depicted her: Her loving stare was to the right, her lashes silhouetted, her gaze showing a combination of warht athand was free