Nanowrimo Bits - 11/12/19 (Patreon)

A snippet from today's Nanowrimo - 

They went back to chatting and eating, Conor stealing a few pieces of cheesy bread when no one was looking. He avoided the ire of the hungry young adults around him by promising to pitch in on the bill. Every so often, one of the group would glance towards the Grimm brothers, who hadn’t taken their eyes off the group the entire time they were there – at least as far as any of them could tell. It hadn’t even looked like they’d touched the food that had been brought them, which must have gone lukewarm in the time they’d been there. 

The group was silent as they passed them on the way out. Only once they left, as Flannery looked over her shoulder to see, did they eat their food. She shuddered, feeling the bits of their aura cling to hers like a carcinogen to her lungs. 

“Don’t worry about them, Hood,” Conor said quietly, coming to walk beside her. “All they can do is sit there and be creepy right now.”

“But what happens later?” she asked, stuffing her hands deep in the pockets of her jean jacket.

“You punch them in the fucking mouth is what you do,” Conor said, holding up a fist as if demonstrating. “I’ll get you a huge, ugly ass ring from Fae so it really hurts.”

Flannery laughed, tossing her head back. “You do that. I think I’ll just keep willing them away from me in the meantime. Can’t hurt me if I don’t let them close.” 

“A good strategy,” they agreed. “But punching always works, too.”

Flannery shook her head, a smile on her lips. “That’ll be plan b.” 

Conor shrugged. “Works for me.”