I was scanning through the (extremely short) fanfiction archive for this fandom, and I realized that nobody had posted anything about this ship, (though I saw a fanfiction that may or may not have been for this ship, I wasn't sure) so I decided That it would be my duty as a fangirl to become the captain of this ship and sail it into calm waters.
I do not own the books The Blackwell Pages, if I did there would be much more Fen in it
No.
That was all he could think.
No.
Over and over again.
No. No no no no no nonononononononononononononononononononono NO!
He couldn't be dead. He was invincible, he couldn't die. There was no way he was dead. Frey and Freya: they had magic, they could save him. But he knew, deep down he knew, that they wouldn't be able to do anything.
NO. There was no way, there was no way!
Then that girl, Astrid, had accused him of killing his friend. He wanted to growl at her- to scream at her, but he could not, would not, get over the fact that he was dead.
It was all her fault! She stands there blaming him when she herself is the murderer.
No.
NO!
Baldwin was dead.
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