... the rest of the encrusted material and several small spiders … all of which scattered across his hair and down the back of his now bent neck. Cullie had to give him credit; despite the sudden skitter of wildlife in his hair and across his skin, he stayed as steady as a rock. Far from making an instinctive and completely understandable leap to escape – which would have spilled Willow and her ...
... her as she stands. They motion her the best they can towards the hall where Mei and Lami are. She knocks lightly on the wall, peering around a corner. "Hello." Lami waves, and hops down, to skitter past Mei, kind of wobbling before peeking around the corner up at Cassie with wide eyes. She'd be really stealthy if she'd quit peeping. Mei smiles, setting the squirrel fox down and offers a wave at ...
...he almost didn't hear Arthur's voice the first time. Or maybe he did hear it, but just didn’t feel like slowing down. "Merlin. Merlin ! Wait!" Merlin spun, the treads of his shoes making him skitter on the marble floor. "Uther just fired me," he said, holding his voice in check with effort. "But I suppose you already know that." Arthur went pale and his mouth fell open, and that, at least, ...
.... It's the tip of Tally's poorly-bended knife, snapped off and stuck in the book. Tally swears. The camera's field of vision now shows nothing but the sky, but there's still audio. Some of the Nightmares skitteracross the book's pages. Tally has retreated. The Nightmare taking the form of Dr. Cable picks up the book and stares into it. And stares. And stares. And then she shuts the book.]
... obsessed with it. Sometimes there weren't even pictures in his dreams, or maybe he forgets them, and it was just a fleeting feeling. He never knew whether he was supposed to grab ahold of it or skitter away, that heat atop him, so he always clung back, still and unmoving. It wasn't an unpleasant thing. Just unfamiliar to the point of discomfort. And so here he is, flipping through the children's ...
... was enough, he spun around and took aim at the one near Hawke.
His arm recoiled in agony as a vicelike grip locked on his firing arm. The gun was yanked from his hand and tossedaside to skitter uselessly on the ground. Swinging like a battering ram, the Familiar launched his fist at Ben. The impact knocked Ben off his knees. Next came a kick in the ribs so powerful Ben didn't think he could ...
...probably won't see for at least 6 months, so I'm not going to break my brain on it) and one book review, at usual. I spent a good part of yesterday (since my brain was in eternal skip & skitter mode) writing some probably future scenes and character stuff for Glenkillian. Since I can't seem to make the current scene work, no reason not to jump ahead and get a look at where I'm going. I'm afraid ...
... apparently inhuman. At this point, he's decided it's pointless to disguise himself and use up unecessary energy. He vomits up a big clump of eyeballs into his hand, then drops them to floor, where they skitter off on spider-like legs in all directions. He needs to do some research here... ] If anyone else would rather find a way out of here than worry about whether or not you can have sex in...
... had he been gone? a moment and a million years were the same tempo in this sick and aching dance. shoulders bowed, she shuffles the rocks beneath her feet and kicks quarter-heartedly, missing the sere leaves that skitter just far enough out of range of her mocked shoes. "how could you say such a thing to me? really.. i come all this way to see you and this is the abuse i take!" smugly, ...
...trying to feign sleep or else just pretend that, in the course of the entirety of lunchtime, he didn't notice the group of upperclassman nonchalantly sticking their trash into his bag as they passed, the skitter of fingertips on his shoulders as someone left a scrap of lined paper with the word FATASS scrawled in bright red marker Sellotaped to his back, or the covert whispers of girls playing an ...
