Beyond Birthday X Reader Chapter 1: WishMore Like This
“ “ Means talking
‘ ‘ Means thought
You were brushing your teeth, getting ready for bed. You didn’t like brushing your teeth
but if you didn’t, you would never hear the end of it from your mom. You put everything away and started to crawl in bed, turning on your TV with the remote. You didn’t feel sleepy at all so you would just watch TV until you felt sleepy.
An hour passed by and it was already 11:09 P.M., usually if your awake by this hour you make a wish when it turns 11:11 P.M. You thought of what you should wish for and though of Beyond Birthday. Just thinking about him gave you goose bumps and made you feel all happy inside. Yeah he was a serial killer and was fixated on wanting to surpass L, even if he had to do it the wrong way by being a criminal. You still loved everything about him, even his eyes were amazing. He was born with Shinigami eyes, you thought that was freaking a
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Contrary to Saskia's beliefs, Iorveth had not slept so peacefully that night. Instead, he had occupied himself with thoughts of this "Lily." True, the sorceress may be of no concern to them. But after weathering Eilhart's treachery, Letho's betrayal and Roche's aggression, he resolved to stay cautious. That meant never assuming a potential threat (least of all a sorceress) was of no concern to him.
In between light dozes, he had spent a portion of the night scouring the pages of Eilhart's spellbook for mentions of the word lily, aided by moonlight. He knew the book contained potions and poisons, making little mention of noted magic practitioners. But the bandit Horace seemed to think "Lily" was only an alias…likely not a randomly chosen one. Iorveth wondered if the book would turn up any references to lilies being used in magic spells.
There were a sparse few. He discovered one variety of lilies was used by common witches in air-freshening brews, whi
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Just a few minutes’ rest. That’s all I need, then Vergen awaits.
Saskia clutched the scarlet red wound on her chest where she’d been pierced by a jagged branch a few hours ago. She leaned against one of the trees surrounding Loc Muinne and eased herself into a sitting position upon its base. The ancient city was barely a speck in the distance now, but she found herself steering her gaze towards it. She could still make out the smoke overhead—a beacon of her final act of ardent loyalty to Philippa Eilhart.
Philippa. The dragoness clenched her teeth. She detested the very thought of the sorceress who had commandeered her own will—who had used her for the nefarious purposes now smoldering in Loc Muinne…and gods only knew what others slated to follow. Since Philippa had first arrived in Vergen, Saskia had caught wind of dwarven grumblings that the sorceress couldn’t be trusted, but she had hand-wa