Gifts for Naresnani
List of Gifts
14 Feb 2020
“Why are we here?” Theo questioned with a harsher than necessary tone, gradually coming to a halt in front of the doors and the author himself, that smirk still carved into his irritating expression.
“Today is your day, Theo,” his silence followed, the slightly taller of the two staring impassively, a rhetorically questioning brow quirking, “To wake our recent arrival?” as if there had been a group decision made for this requirement?
- Part 4 of Gaming Fanfiction Based
Game The Mess by xsycamore for Naresnani
25 Nov 2019
Napoleon was laying on his stomach, chin resting on one arm as he felt his jaw starting to hurt from keeping the position for too long. He was on the large table that could be found in a study next to the library at the mansion – a room that he barely knew was there all along. He is glad he’d found it, he is glad that he took Elaine along. It was helping him make a good time out of the dullness that cast those days. And that awful December weather – he sure hated winter for a handful of reasons. Right now, he hated that he was barely seeing anything anymore because it was getting darker and darker within minutes.
He recalled being in that exact scene, some long time ago.