I'm a terrible updater, I know. See, this is why I don't write multi-chaptered fics. Be glad.
So Curlscat had an absolutely brilliant idea in her review of the last chapter, which was that I theme my chapters. So the theme for the last chapter was that they were mostly/all dialogue, so if you review see if you can guess this one.
Gardening (GriffinGirl8655)
Even though a little part of him still itches for the thrill of travel, Jake has finally found something that keeps him rooted in one place. That is, gardening. He finds it fun, despite the lack of magic, and it's oddly cathartic in a way. A reminder of sorts that even someone who's caused so much death can still make life blossom.
Of course, he has a rose too. It grows in a pot in his bedroom, pure white. But he grows a Jacob's-ladder beside it as well. So at least, in one way, he can be with her.
Rain
There is no better place to dance than in the rain, Daphne thinks. It's fun (if not unhealthy) to her, and she can think of no better way of spending her dreary Saturday afternoon than by prancing in puddles.
It does, of course, mean that she drinks more Robitussin than the entire family combined, but she thinks it's worth it.
Tears (of joy and pain)
Because he's a man, goddamit!, and men don't cry! Especially not this one, The Trickster King!, he doesn't cry— He doesn't! He- he doesn't...
Nevertheless that's what happening, as he watches the girl he loves say I do to the man she loves (Brandon or something), and there's this beautiful smile on her face. Tears run down his face, and he can feel his heart breaking apart and stitching itself back together at the same time.
Cadaver
Cadaver. What an ugly word. It's disgustingly scientific, and hideous to the ear, and all it does is conjure up images of maggots and empty eye sockets. It's revolting. 'Corpse' would be a better term. Or 'body' even. Or 'carcass'. Or-or 'remains'. 'Skeleton'. 'Stiff'! Or freaking— bloody flesh vessel even!
Anything which doesn't have 'Sabrina's' in front of it.
Height
It's rather awkward when they kiss, to be honest. Probably because he's shooting upwards like a starter gun's cap, she's still as short as ever (she blames malnutrition), and pretty soon there's about a head's difference between her nose and his. When it gets very annoying is when he wants to make out, and the only way he can is if he fetches a stool first.
Eventually they solve it, because now he just sits down and she climbs onto his lap. It means that when they do everyone leaves the room, but at least those two are enjoying themselves.
God, I hate how FFN doesn't save bolding anymore. It's really annoying, aesthetically. But, I hope you liked this chapter. If you have any prompts/theme ideas I'd be happy to hear them. Thanks for reading.