LillasysterStormhatt

My brother’s asleep on the couch and I have a pen in my hand. At first I was going to draw on his face, but that would wake him up. So I turn the pen upside down and dangle the orange feather at the end just above his nose. “What are you doing, Allie?” he asks without opening his eyes. I sweep the feather across his nose. He looks and his face wrinkles up. “Orange.” “It’s just a colour,” I say. “I’m looking after you. Mum told me to.” He pushes me off the couch with one hand and I slump onto the floor. “You’re too little to look after me, Allie.” “But yo

There is a disturbance in the air and Love turns around, smiling because he already knows who his new guest is. "Hello, Gary Stu. I would say it's an honour, but I'd be lying then and we can't have that, can we?" "D'you have to call me that? I prefer-" "What you prefer unfortunately doesn't count here. In this realm, our names are what we are." Gary Stu tilts his head to the left in a way that, somehow, is manly and cute and unbearably thoughtful – or at least is supposed to be. "And you're... Love? Doesn't that make you more me than I am?" "You'd think that. Some people would even agree, but I'm just an emotion, a phenomenon with c

Love smiles and leans in over the girl, letting one long finger run along the curve of her jaw. Her eyes are large and innocent, her features so delicate she looks like a porcelain doll even in the sharp, unforgiving light that surrounds them. "Do you think they love you?" he whispers, observing the perfect shape of her eyebrows and the way her lower lip trembles. "Do you think anyone has ever loved you?" "Of course"; she whispers back, her voice shaking with emotion. "Why would they not? I am beautiful." "You have no personality." "I am nice to everyone." "As I said, you have no personality. No opinion." "I do! I like cute things and s