“Miss Owens...” he said slowly, his words teasing the unseen depths of her own sanity. “Is zhere, perhaps, another name I could call you? One zhat maybe you haven't been called in a number of years, hmm?”
Her heart leapt into her throat, eyes bulging further as her whole body began to tremble.
“Maybe a name... that vasn't stolen from someone else?”
~ You can recruit someone against their will, sure, but it's quite different when they simply refuse to fight.
There's not much you can do with a person who refuses to cooperate, but perhaps there are other things that can be offered to a person with exposed secrets.
After all... we all have secrets.
Ever wondered what it'd be like to fall off a roof onto a murderous-looking skeleton? Run through a snowy field filled with bear traps? Convince a horde of demon-kittens that you're actually a bomb? Create an adorable outfit for a sentient, rage-filled sewing dummy? Be insulted by a Mean-cream wrapper?
That's too d*mn bad. Because you're about to find out anyway.
~Humor & fluff, with a side of tension and sweetness.
~Only bare minimum dark, brooding angst, I promise. Lots of swearing, though.
~A fic to make you laugh unexpectedly.
~Rating may change!