 Unicorn Magic Rawr-er
Fay Rose Mercillio III studied her hands as he talked. She had a growing sense of dread in her stomach that he was right. But how could she ever tell Murrough? The only answer was there was no possible way she could. It was impossible, improbable. She wasn't exactly good at pouring out her heart. How very hard it usually was to let her emtions show at the approipriate times such as the death of a friend or the miracle of a child. But lately, she was finding it harder and harder to conceal her emotions. To act as if she didn't have an undying want, hunger, and thirst for one boy who probably would never give her a second glance and would label her as nothing but and un-courtable friend. She shook her head, sending long tendrils of hair falling down her shoulders.
"I am not so sure Ionn..." she muttered quietly. "I have taught myself to never let my guard down but..." Fay sighed and rolled her lavender eyes in a small, indesicive, care free manner which hid true meaning, and fear. "It doesn't really matter, though. Now does it? Well let's look at this situation... hypothetically. If I were to ever, in my life, one day, hypothetically speaking, like a male in our village or anywhere else, and that male didn't share the same feeling then it doesn't really matter how I feel because my feeling won't get me anywhere!" Her eyes were alive with rage again which she didn't bother to cap, as usual. Surely Murrough's lack of deep feeling towards her was a good thing, and for the best. Now things wouldn't be strained. "Plus, I don't want him to be just another boy. After a year of courting he just slips out of my life." Then noticing that Ionn was there she snapped back into reality and out of her thoughts. "Hypothetically speaking,"
she reminded him with a curt nod. She looked at Ionn with a glare that clearly said that if he guessed on any names to the boy that she... 'hypothetically' liked then he would regret it thoroughly.
__________________ {{There's only two types of guys out there; Ones that can hang with me and ones that are scared}}
So baby, I hope that you came prepared
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