"Ok,lets go."
She look at me like I've lost my marbles.
Valid point,I am feeling kinda marble-less at the moment.
"Well?"I say,expecting her to read my mind.
"What?"She answers.
(more)
"You know,lets go!"I'm getting cranky.
"Also, aren't you supposed to,like,do whatever I say?C'mon!We have to go kill bad guys and stuff!"
She does that one-eyebrow-raising-thing she has down so well;the more I talk,the higher her brow arches.
Her skin is like porcelain and her eyes an icy kaleidescope blue anyone could drown in.
Full lips just plump enough to know they're all natural,they always look bloodstained,biteable.
Now,they also look annoyed.
She rolls those electric blue eyes at my Djinn-ignorance.
"First of all,"she begins,"your little genie-in-a-bottle trick has managed to fuck with the mind-reading part,which I would have explained,had you bothered to ask."
Fuck,she is royally pissed at me.
"You know dick about the way of The Djinn and even less about Muses."
Her look could melt the entire Antarctic.
"Do you know what happens when you bottle a Muse like a Djinn?Do you?"
Her voice gets colder with each word.
"Um,something not good?"I ask,hoping for a reprieve.
After staring at me for what seems like ten-hundred-years she barks out a laugh.
Whew.
"Oh you'll find out Chica,but for now,as much as it pains me to say this,you're right.We have to get moving,we'll deal with the details later."
The wind is still wailing,we have three bottles of Djinn,and we have to get the hell out of the desert,we have an apocalypse to deal with.
"We have to get out of here,"I tell her.
She looks at me like I'm insane.
"Bitch,I'm not going anywhere with you dressed like that!"
The ground beneath us began to tremble.
My body begins to heat-up rapidly,it isn't the ground trembling,it's me.
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Burning/boiling/blood-pumping/changing/blood/flashing/flying/yanking/stretching/pulling/tugging/sharp-hungry-teeth/spiraling/Dorothy-fucking-Gale/pain/nonononono/please.
"What the fuck?"
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