"The world of magic is really, really perverted." Crystal was leaning against the wall, surrounded by a small-scale Great Wall of China composed entirely of books. Some were written by her uncle, some borrowed from the library of China Sorrows (who she now, incidentally, had a giant crush on, which was, of course, entirely unlike how everyone else felt about China after first meeting her, because her love was pure, and true. There's a little piece of heredity for you).
"How so?" Carol was sprawled haphazardly on the floor on the other end of the Great Wall, flipping idly through one of the tomes taken from China's library. She had only picked it up because a rather handsome young personage had just replaced it, and it was a good starting point for conversational flirting, which she is extremely good at, thank you very much.
"Well, the vampires, fr'instance. They turn into monsters at night. Isn't that some sort of deep sexual metaphor?"
"Could be, or maybe they just dislike the sun."
"And the Elementals. Don't you think their magic would work well for... Well, you know."
"Now you're just reading way too much into it."
"Maybe you're right. But what about all that subtext when Serpine was torturing Skulduggery?" Scepter of the Ancients by Derek Landy was brandished.
"I honestly don't know what to say, Crystal. Shame on you."
A/N: I just realized I've been on Fanfiction dot net for a bit more than a year now. Anniversary went by unnoticed on the ninth.
Dear God, that's a year of my life spent mainly writing somewhat perverted fic.
Well, writing it has been fun. I hope you lot have enjoyed reading ^^"
~Mademise Morte, January 12
