Lightning
They spoke at once like some sort of multiheaded monster. ben groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. it felt...soft, and there was something lumpy up there. something tactile. _what...?_ he rubbed his face. nothing felt right.
Twisted Night: Chapter 13
She would have shared his calmness if not for one of hands curled into a wiggly multiheaded snake. while the other pulled a manila scroll from behind his back. one that humans kept magic spells on. at least that’s what father told her.