He piles the rest in his lap, picks up the hex, closes his hand around it, and wishes himself wish powers.
Just to see, he bites the inside of his cheek. Moving the pain from left to right makes perfect sense, and then there is a square in his hand, made of something like black glass that seems to suck in all the light it touches and give it back only grudgingly, in tiny glimmers.
"Fuck," he mutters, and uses it to wish the star back onto Bella's necklace.
He still doesn't know what's wrong with her, besides 'wrecked to hell'. Well, what does he have? Sixteen pentagons. And what can pentagons do? They can make you good at things.
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Date: 2012-09-21 09:22 pm (UTC)Just to see, he bites the inside of his cheek. Moving the pain from left to right makes perfect sense, and then there is a square in his hand, made of something like black glass that seems to suck in all the light it touches and give it back only grudgingly, in tiny glimmers.
"Fuck," he mutters, and uses it to wish the star back onto Bella's necklace.
He still doesn't know what's wrong with her, besides 'wrecked to hell'. Well, what does he have? Sixteen pentagons. And what can pentagons do? They can make you good at things.
He picks one up, and makes a wish.