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The Mighty Belthazor
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You cant spell demon without emo. Entries by tag: anakin sucks. August 13th, 2014. Bel had kiiiiinda forgotten about class on Monday. He blamed Phoebe distracting him Sunday night, and come to think of it, she'd probably done it on purpose because she really didn't approve of him antagonizing Anakin with his class. And to tell the truth, there was nothing he could come up with that would top Jamie's puppet show or getting Anakin gremlin-bit. Bel is a dick. They just need to kiss already. Bel is so screwed.
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Los Angeles, Wednesday Night - The Mighty Belthazor
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You cant spell demon without emo. Los Angeles, Wednesday Night. Bel had gone out seeking a food truck to score some dinner. He was on his way back to the hotel (even nice enough to bring back food for Phoebe and Anders) when he had the feeling he was being watched. He couldn't spot anyone nearby, and demon activity had been relatively low lately, but all the same, he stopped and called out, "All right, quit following around. Show yourself.". Yes, welcome," not-Candyman added in a gravelly voice. Good and...
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Halliwell Manor, Sunday afternoon - The Twice-Blessed Child
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Halliwell Manor, Sunday afternoon. Wyatt had been hard at work all morning baby-proofing the Manor. Fortunately, even though it was an old building, it had been blown up and rebuilt so many times over the years that a lot of the structure had been modernized. And on top of that, Piper and Leo had done a lot of work before he and Chris had been born. Open for the baby mama, visiting relatives, or any phone calls/texts/whatever.]. 2013-06-30 10:26 pm (UTC). Want some frozen yogurt? 2013-06-30 10:40 pm (UTC).
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The Twice-Blessed Child
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Entries by tag: chris. Halliwell Manor, San Francisco, Saturday afternoon. July 11th, 2009. Wyatt had wandered downstairs to scrounge for food. A flash of light from the living room caught his eye, so, wary for any danger, he stepped into the room. A woman dressed in shining silver armor and radiating a brilliant light. Stood there. "Who are you? Wyatt demanded, shielding his eyes. "What are you doing here? The woman laughed. "I'm right here, my king," she said. My sword is not a girl! My sword is a girl.
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Halliwell Manor, San Francisco, Saturday afternoon - The Twice-Blessed Child
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Halliwell Manor, San Francisco, Saturday afternoon. Wyatt had wandered downstairs to scrounge for food. A flash of light from the living room caught his eye, so, wary for any danger, he stepped into the room. A woman dressed in shining silver armor and radiating a brilliant light. Stood there. "Who are you? Wyatt demanded, shielding his eyes. "What are you doing here? The woman laughed. "I'm right here, my king," she said. I am, my lord," the woman said, bowing her head. My sword is not a girl! 2009-07-1...
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The Twice-Blessed Child
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Entries by tag: phone call. Halliwell Manor, San Francisco, Thursday evening. July 16th, 2009. Wyatt had decided to give Isabel a call. As one does. But when she picked up the phone, before he could say hello, he - what else - began to sing. No other face would take you off my mind. You're much too kind. I have to warn you I'm never gonna set you free. Cause I was born to. Love you for eternity. Whenever you're away from me. You're never far away from me. I want you to know. And suddenly I'm where you are.
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May 2014 - I Have Faltered, I Have Stumbled, I Have Found My Feet Again
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I Have Faltered, I Have Stumbled, I Have Found My Feet Again. I Just Know I Have Found The Place My Heart Belongs. On Any Given Day. I Know The Reason. A dream stays a dream if it's not woken - Sometimes you've got to sacrifice the things you like. When the storm arrives, would you still be seen with me? I can scratch your surface and be a deeper part of the mystery. All that you see is me. And all I truly believe. That I was born to try. I've learned to love. And believe in life. Be wrong or right.
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I Have Faltered, I Have Stumbled, I Have Found My Feet Again
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I Have Faltered, I Have Stumbled, I Have Found My Feet Again. I Just Know I Have Found The Place My Heart Belongs. On Any Given Day. I Know The Reason. A dream stays a dream if it's not woken - Sometimes you've got to sacrifice the things you like. When the storm arrives, would you still be seen with me? I can scratch your surface and be a deeper part of the mystery. All that you see is me. And all I truly believe. That I was born to try. I've learned to love. And believe in life. Be wrong or right.
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I Have Faltered, I Have Stumbled, I Have Found My Feet Again
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I Have Faltered, I Have Stumbled, I Have Found My Feet Again. I Just Know I Have Found The Place My Heart Belongs. On Any Given Day. I Know The Reason. A dream stays a dream if it's not woken - Sometimes you've got to sacrifice the things you like. When the storm arrives, would you still be seen with me? I can scratch your surface and be a deeper part of the mystery. All that you see is me. And all I truly believe. That I was born to try. I've learned to love. And believe in life. Be wrong or right.
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I Have Faltered, I Have Stumbled, I Have Found My Feet Again
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I Have Faltered, I Have Stumbled, I Have Found My Feet Again. I Just Know I Have Found The Place My Heart Belongs. On Any Given Day. I Know The Reason. A dream stays a dream if it's not woken - Sometimes you've got to sacrifice the things you like. When the storm arrives, would you still be seen with me? I can scratch your surface and be a deeper part of the mystery. All that you see is me. And all I truly believe. That I was born to try. I've learned to love. And believe in life. Be wrong or right.