Greetings all! :)
And I welcome you back to DHAF! I hope you're in a mystery mood today, and that over all you enjoy. :)
"Lady Evans, can you think of anyone who may hold a grudge against Ms. Lily Evans?" Kirron asked firmly as he wrote down notes on the crime scene, clues, evidence, Emily, and just the situation in general in a red notebook. Bryson had just finished inspecting the rest of the house and calling authorities to come handle Lily's body. He stood next to Kirron, slipping the revolver the perpetrator seemingly left behind on purpose in his bag. Emily sat in a chair across from them, hands resting on her knees and her head tilted as she observed the two men at work. "Well um … I don't think so." She answered.
"Anyone at all, anyone at all that could hold a grudge against your sister. It could date as far back as elementary school. And it doesn't have to be big either." Kirron elaborated on a rumble.
"It could be as small as like, getting a bigger test score than a rival. Really anything can tick a person off." Bryson added, beginning to take notes like Kirron.
"Mm." Emily tipped her head back in thought, "Then, I guess Jiro and Kirsten Wina are the only ones I can think of that could hold a grudge." Kirron and Bryson mumbled okay(s) as they scribbled down the names Emily listed in their notebooks.
"Lady Evans, may we see you back to your abode once everything has been cleared up here? There's a theory I have that I'd like to look into." Kirron wondered, sliding his notebook into his bag along with Bryson.
"Of course." Emily chimed.
Emily was quite sure that stepping into the familiarity of her own home would comfort her a bit from all that was going on, despite having two intimidating detectives behind her made it slightly more awkward. She inserted the key into its hole and turned the front doorknob, instantly being greeted by a jumpy German Shepard.
"Woah!" The blond exclaimed fondly, scratching the dog's ears and stepping over the threshold. Her joy faded however as she moved deeper into the house, her smile transforming into a shocked gasp.
"I'm assuming it wasn't like this when you left it." Kirron hummed. both he and Bryson joining her sides and surveying the damage.
"It wasn't." Emily spoke lowly. Her house had practically been turned upside down. The rooms were all a mess. Any piece of furniture she owned had either been broken or had fallen over. Multiple windows were shattered, and decorations and other items were thrown every which way. It looked as though a tornado swallowed the house whole and spit it back up again. Emily brought her clasped hands to her mouth.
"Go, go see if anything of value was stolen." Kirron ordered, nudging Emily's shoulder forward with the back of his palm. Emily did as was told,quickly patting down the hall to her room. The German Shepard hurried after her. Emily found herself rather annoyed and disgusted as she sifted through her now very cluttered room. So far nothing seemed to be missing though. Her computer, journals, and stationery were all left untouched, and she lovingly recovered her tortoise shell cat Bean that had timidly hid underneath her bed. Once finished checking the remainder of her house she rejoined Bryson and Kirron in the living room, Bean tucked in her arms and the German Shepard at her ankles. The two detectives had managed to straighten things up a bit during their inspection of the house, and were now taking another set of notes.
"So?" Kirron spat.
"I checked everywhere. Whoever broke in didn't take anything." Emily reported solemnly, a tinge of confusion in her tone.
"Yes, that's because they do not want anything you own." Kirron declared, "Take a look Lady Evans. Agent Fox found this under the living room couch." He pulled something from a plastic bag and held it in the air for Emily to see. Emily's blue eyes narrowed at the object. It was a glove, identical to the one Kirron found at Lily's house.
"Think it's a coincidence?" Bryson snorted. Emily shook her head.
"Us either." Bryson sighed, offering a casual shrug.
"So then, what does it mean?" Emily queried.
"Well to be frank with you, I am most certain you are in danger." Kirron announced gruffly, "Think for a moment, the assumption that the perpetrator that killed Lily and the one that destroyed your house are the same is a high, almost undoubtable possibility. My theory that Lily's death was nothing but a threat fits in well here. If the perpetrator did kill Lily just to threaten you, than it would make sense that he destroyed your house for similar reasons. Not only that, but with Lily gone; you have no one to protect you. And with your home destroyed, you have no where to go."
"The perp could kill or hurt you any way and time he wants." Bryson put in.
"So then … someone's out to get me?" Emily queried in disbelief.
"I am a firm believer that is the case. But of course with things like this, one can not be totally sure. Which is why I'm having a secret agent investigate Jiro and Kirsten." Kirron explained. He watched Emily's head drop. "Oh no." She whispered, unsure of what to do. A mix of emotions confused her thoughts, and she was trying to handle them as calmly as she could. She was upset for one thing. Upset that her sister was killed. Upset that her sister was killed just so that the perp could get to her. And she absolutely wondered why on earth anyone would want to kill or hurt her. And she was afraid and disbelieving. Her life was just thrown in jeopardy for an unknown reason after all, and her sister payed the price. She could hear Detective Hope and Agent Fox whispering to one another as her eyes focused on her shoes and she tried to gather herself.
"Agent Fox thinks it would be best for you if we put the questioning on pause for now. Give you a little time" Kirron stated. He looked over at her, instantly catching her attention. "Would it inconvenience you to make a sudden move Lady Evans?"
"Huh?" Emily gave questioning eyes.
"Sense Agent Fox and I are steady believers that your are in great peril; and the perpetrator knows exactly where you are, we find it best that you be relocated to a safer environment until further notice." Kirron explained coolly.
"No, I'd appreciate that." Emily replied gently, giving a nervous nod and stroking the soft fur of her cat.
"Hope and I'll do everything in our power to keep you out of harm's way until this case is solved. Kinda like a bodyguard, but less obvious. Good with you?" Bryson informed.
"Yes." Emily confirmed.
"Great, start packing." Kirron demanded.
"Um; if it isn't too much trouble, may I bring Bean and Atlas with me?" Emily quizzed shyly, slightly apprehensive of their answer as she held up Bean and gestured to her German Shepard. Kirron and Bryson traded a glance before Kirron turned to her with a look of sternness developing along his face. "Actually, we highly encourage that you do bring your pets." He responded dully. The first grin Emily offered sense this entire predicament started, cut its way through her lips at those words. Kirron was quite satisfied with her joy. Her smile only made her beautiful face more beautiful, and it felt good that they were able to lift her spirits a little in such an awful ordeal. Kirron shook his head, mentally taunting himself for developing a fascination with the beautiful blond.
A mansion. When Detective Hope said she'd be relocated, she definitely didn't expect it would be a mansion. She gazed in splendor at the large bedroom she stood in; decorated with a big bed, wardrobe, dressers, nightstands, and a desk, all made of a fine wood. The floor was blanketed with a plush creamy carpet. Silver silk curtains draped over the windows, and there were stained glass French doors that lead to a silver balcony. And don't even get her started on the bathroom. It might as well have been as huge as everything else. The floor was a heating, mosaic, white tile, and the room was brightly lit up and adorned with scented candles and monogrammed towels. Marble counters on top of dark oak cabinets lined a few of the walls. There was a spacious glass shower, as well as a generous white bathtub stationed in front of a vast window that overlooked the backyard; with silk curtains of course.
"You're kidding me." Emily huffed, after she finally stopped gawking at the place. She set her suitcases down against the bedroom wall and turned to look at Kirron, who leaned on the doorframe with his arms folded over his chest and a scowl marking his features. "I get to live here?" She exclaimed giddily. Kirron's face softened into a doting smile at her childlike enthusiasm, as he was taking a few steps forward and letting his arms fall to his sides. "Until we solve this case, yes. You may treat the Hope estate as your very own. Your slightest whim will be attended to, and Agent Fox and I are of course here to take immaculate care of you." He breathed out a reply smoothly.
"Wow!" Emily chanted, unable to resist doing a small hop. She moved over to give him an appreciative hug. Kirron immediately stiffened with surprise. He wasn't expecting that. When was the last time he had a young lady that close to him? It didn't take long for him to relax and return her grateful embrace with a warm one of his own. Emily pulled away with a gentle smile. "Thank you so much. I really appreciate everything you're doing for me. Thank you so much, Detective Hope." She said graciously. She saw Kirron smirk.
"There's no need to address me so formally Lady Evans." The albino purred sultrily, leaning a bit closer and sneering at the pink that rose to Emily's cheeks. He tipped his fedora slightly, revealing a set of piercing, almond shaped, dark lavender eyes. "Please call me-"
"Kirron!" Bryson's chiding voice interrupted as the bigger man entered the room. "If we were hired to flirt I would have twenty million girlfriends by now. So quit try'na seduce our client!" He continued, getting a low and agitated growl from his partner. Bryson looked to Emily, who was looking at him with a sheepish grin and red cheeks.
"My-Lady, I just saved your life." He declared.
"Thank you." Emily giggled in amusement, cocking her head. Her visage became profound. "But really Agent Fox, thank you for what you're doing for me." She stepped in to give him a hug. Bryson squeezed her in a bear hug. "No problem My-Lady. We're just do'n our job." He chimed once letting her go, "And besides, it's a pleasure to help such a sweet girl."
"He speaks truthfully there Lady Evans." Kirron added heavily, "Your cooperation is very much appreciated and hasn't gone unnoticed. You are a delightful young lady." The heat warming Emily's cheeks intensified at the boys' multiple compliments. Bryson extended his hand out toward her with a bright smile. "And sense you're gonna be living with us, you might as well know who we are. Name's Bryson Fox. You may've heard of me." He took off his brown fedora with his free hand, revealing a set of big hazel eyes as cheerful as he was and messy black and auburn bangs teasing his forehead to couple with his untamed hair. Dang he was beautifully rugged.
"Yes yes, I know you! You're the master of football and basketball!" Emily cheered in aw, shaking his outstretched hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you." She sang, getting a lively and flattered chuckle from Bryson. She turned to Kirron, "And I'm assuming you're-"
"Correct My Dear." Kirron crooned, a hand planted on his hip. "As I was saying earlier," He removed his fedora as well, handing it off to Bryson and once more revealing those beautiful eyes of his complimented by long dark eyelashes as well as his neat milky hair. "You may call me Kirron. My full name is Kirron Asper Hope. Perhaps yo recognize me." He lifted her hand into both of his to politely kiss her knuckles. Emily's cheeks were practically burning with embarrassment now. She couldn't remember ever being treated with such grace and respect. Those boys were real gentlemen. "Oh my god really? The writer!?" She gasped, "I've read practically everything you've written, and am waiting for the next books of your two series. I love Descendants of the Midnight Moon."
"Oh and Lady Evans, I read all of your journalisms as well. Your skills are magnificent, and I'm always interested to hear what you have to say. Your articles on philosophy and cats would be my favorites." Kirron returned the compliment, prompting her cheeks to turn so red that blood was jealous and getting a timid and gratified thank you from her. Kirron snickered adoringly, before a grave glare sketched his features. "Though I must inform you; that until this case is solved, you are not to leak anything about this case to anyone unless authorized by Bryson and I. You may only say that your sister was murmured and Scarlet Agencies are looking into it. Anything more may endanger the investigation. Is this understood?" Emily gave a nod.
"How bout I help you unpack?" Bryson suggested.
"Oh, no it's all right. I don't wanna trouble you." Emily murmured.
"I want to!" Bryson cheered.
"Okay!" Emily laughed.
"Allow me to assist as well." Kirron volunteered in an excited singsong tone.
Bryson and Kirron were truly charming men. Emily found them both very kind and took an interest in both of them. She didn't expect Detective Hope/Kirron the extraordinary writer to grow curious about her though. Well at least, she found his writing was extraordinary. And he was pretty alluring too. While she wanted to occupy her mind with fantasies and how she'd react to another advance from him should he give her one, her thoughts kept traveling to her now diseased sister as she soaked in the giant bath. She gazed blankly at the curtains draping over the window. It hurt. A small mew pulled her from her musing. She looked to see Bean cheerfully prancing across the rim of the bath. She grinned. "Don't fall now."
Meanwhile Bryson was wrestling with a bunch of energetic dogs in the backyard as he took Atlas, Valerian's, and his own dogs out to resolve their needs. Kirron on the other hand had wandered into the oversized kitchen, where Lindsey; one of the mansion's staff and a dear friend to the Hopes and Bryson, was getting ready to prepare dinner. The redheaded older woman stood up from sifting through a couple of cabinets upon hearing the young male's clicking boots. "Hello Master Kirron." She greeted warmly, brushing a hand over her forehead.
"You're going to call me that for the rest of your life aren't you?" Kirron sighed, strutting to the oven.
"You know it My Dear Boy." Lindsey laughed.
"Anyways," Kirron drawled, "May I cook dinner this evening?"
"But of course." Lindsey replied jovially, "Though that's an odd request. What's the occasion?" She looked off to the side, a teasing grin gracing her face as she returned her gaze to him. "Oh I get it. You're wanting to impress that sweet girl you and Master Bryson are taking care of from that new case. Lady Evans."
"I suppose you could put it that way." Kirron grumbled, starting the oven.
Emily felt refreshed and even a little less miserable. She really couldn't believe that so much had happened to her in just one night, and living in a mansion with two detectives would take some getting used to;, despite they seemed gentle enough. She pulled a fine burgundy robe left for her on her bed from one of the workers over her tank top and shorts, before the smell of a hot meal urged her to exit the room. Bryson's intimidating figure awaiting her down the hall caused her to start with a sharp gasp.
"Sorry to frighten you My-Lady, but dinner's ready. Kirron made it."
"Really?" Emily's blue eyes lit up curiously as she strolled alongside the bigger male.
Kirsten Wina, Jiro Wina, Elena Wina, and Nagisa Wina all lived in a mansion settled in the center of the city. However, the last three mentioned weren't home at the moment; all enjoying a family outing together. It was early afternoon the next day, the sky shinning cerulean and the obnoxious sun a bright yellowy gold. Valerian Hope; Kirron's younger brother, stood loitering on the roof of the Wina household. He uncaringly teased his chin with his finger, observing all the cars and people that passed through the city as he mentally pitched ideas on how exactly he could get into the house. He ended up jut creating a whole in the roof with a spy tool from his belt. Sure the Winas were certainly going to notice, but he'd be long gone with the information he needed by then. Or, so he thought. The ravenette blew a soft sigh as he quietly leaped down the hole he created, landing in a fairly bland and average sized study. The room was dark aside from the sunlight filtering through the broken ceiling, do to a severe lack of windows and the fact that the lights weren't on. Valerian crept across the wooden floor, stopping at a long desk holding a computer, printer, papers, and a few heavy books. Valerian turned on the computer, eyes focusing on the bright blue log in screen that glowed in the darkness. He splayed his fingers over the keyboard, but the sound of the study's door creeping open froze him in place. Valerian twisted around slowly as the lights were flipped on. A young woman stood glaring at him in the doorway. She was older than himself by two years, but shorter than him as well. She was fair skinned with a cold visage. Her chestnut hair fell to her waist in slight waves, and her sharp eyes were a pensive gold. She was dressed in a simple business suit, but extended a sword out toward Valerian. "Valerian!" She growled.
"Lady Kirsten." Valerian cooed, seemingly unfazed as he headed toward her at a quick yet easy pace.
"Don't you dare speak my name you Dirty-" She was stopped by her own gasp as she felt Valerian's hand tenderly caress her only slightly callus face. He was so soft, just as she remembered. The thought disgusted her. She didn't even notice him slide her sword from her hand and discard it to the floor. She stared at him. He still looked as childish as he did all those years ago, if only slightly more masculine. His big lavender eyes were as bright and cheerful as ever, still coupled with those long girlie eyelashes. His messy black hair was still curly, plushy, and lustrous. He still dressed casually, only now donning a midnight blue cloak to better conceal himself as a secret agent. She really wanted to touch him, wanted to just forget the past and just go back to him. But Kirsten was definitely one to hold a grudge and she was still very much hurt for what he did to her. Besides, she could tell he was taunting her.
"You're still incredibly beautiful, despite you look much colder now." He breathed.
"Blarney will get you nowhere!" She hissed, catching his wrist and roughly shoving him backward. Valerian stumbled back, calmly watching Kirsten reclaim her sword. She swung it swiftly, its blade grazing Valerian's right arm. Valerian offhandedly pulled a pistol from his belt in response.
"Oh how cute." Kirsten mocked, withdrawing a revolver.
"Adorable." Valerian scoffed, replacing his pistol with a harpoon gun.
"Where the hell did you get that!?" Kirsten shouted.
"I'm a secret agent for Scarlet Agencies." Valerian deadpanned.
"Whatever!" Kirsten spat, "I know you're not gonna use that stupid thing on me! You could never hurt me!"
"You're right Sweet Girl. I could never hurt you. You're too precious." Valerian muttered sadly. His eyes narrowed and his voice went cold, "However, I can't let you get in my way." He slid a small clear sphere from his belt and promptly slammed it into the floor. Once it contacted the wood, it exploded into a cloud of smoke which quickly filled the room. Kirsten was caught off guard as she coughed into her arm. She felt her sword once again slip from her grip and something begin to tie around her body, as well as Valerian's hand briefly cupping over her mouth to cease her coughing. When the smoke cleared, she saw Valerian hacking into the computer while she was wrapped in thick ropes. She snarled furiously, "GO TO HELL!"
"No thank you." Valerian giggled, now printing some personal records on Kirsten and Jiro he found from the computer. Once finished, he grabbed the new documents from the printer and jumped back up onto the roof. He could see Kirsten glowering up at him from the hole in the ceiling he made. Valerian smiled endearingly, casually tossing a dagger down toward her. The small weapon came just close enough to cut Kirsten's ropes. The brunette jumped to her feet.
"'Maybe next time, Sweet Girl." Valerian crooned, a load of different emotions dancing in his eyes before he disappeared from sight. Kirsten's fingers curled into fists as she consecutively cussed him out.
It was far too late in the night; and yet, Jasper Collins found himself waking up do to a lack of something to squeeze and hold on to. It was the pained grunts and moans of his partner however, that really brought him from his sleep fog. He let out a moan of his own, tired blue eyes fluttering around to take in the darkened bedroom. Though the bathroom light was on and its door left wide open, so it really wasn't all that dark. He found his partner. The older male crouched down in front of the toilet, puffing with a hand pressed to his stomach as he was blatantly needing to throw up. Jasper climbed out of bed. "I'm seriously starting to get worried about you. Do we need to take you to the doctor, or a healer on Awromott? Maybe you're sick, or your magic's unstable." He commented as he entered the bathroom, for this was the seventh night in a row that Spamdel woke up needing to vomit.
"No, no that's not it. I just … have … a really bad feeling." Spandel choked in between huffs, feeling Jasper lift him up with one arm and apply pressure to his stomach with his free hand,
"What kind of bad feeling?" The younger asked as Spandel was finally able to release everything. The demon groaned in disgust, moving to wipe his face with a damp paper towel. "It's a painfully strong premonition Jasper. I … I … s-something horrible is going to happen. I … I can feel it. And-and I think we and the kids are involved." He answered weakly.
"Do you think it has anything to do with that dream you keep having.?" Jasper queried, lifting Spandel into his arms.
"Certainly." Spandel confirmed, his head finding Jasper's shoulder as he put an arm around him.
"Tell it to me again?" Jasper inquired, settling Spandel on the bed and taking a seat next to him. The demon scratched his head with a sleepy yawn and a nod. Even at twenty nine years old, he was still terribly adorable; especially to Jasper. Spandel folded his hands in his lap and spoke, "My dream shows me a sequence of events similar to one another in a specific order, much like a movie on a black screen. First I see two beautiful young sisters. One has pale lilac hair and the other has long sandy blond, both share the same dark azure eyes. I see them speak with each other for a while, before they slowly drift apart and are enveloped in black ink."
"Black ink?" Jasper raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, black ink begins to appear and devours their bodies until there's nothing left." Spandel mused, "Next I'm shown a young French lady with shoulder-length black hair and brown eyes. She has a husband of blue hair, three children, and is pregnant with her forth child. She has lots of fragility with her unborn baby, but she, her husband, and children also are enveloped in black ink. A young woman with long chestnut hair and gold eyes, and a male with curly black hair and lavender eyes are shown trying to embrace one another. A feeling in their hearts keep them away from each other however, and they are soon destroyed by black ink. Next I see two tall men in dark clothing, one of color and one an albino. They too-"
"Are enveloped in black ink?" Jasper guessed.
"Correct." Spandel hummed, "It's followed by showing me you. You're bloody and in a cast, with the children in your arms. You're hit with something that makes you fall, and are to be swallowed by black ink along with the kids. Then it is not me, but the lightning ridge black opal on my chest that is enveloped in ink. Finally, my dream ends with the entire world being enveloped in black ink." He flopped back on the bed, "I have no idea what the heck it could mean nor do I recognize any of the weird little people in it! It's so aggravating! All I can tell is that something awful will happen and our family is involved. … it worries me a lot."
"Yeah me too, but you've had the same dream for seven days straight now and nothing even remotely bad has happened. We finally got Poppy to get her shots, Eiyeré's doing well in school, we haven't heard from Cray ever sense he found out we adopted, and soon we'll all be taking a family vacay to France for my soccer game. Life is sweet."
"You.'re right, which is why this dream has got me so confused. The terrible premonition as well." Spandel sighed, putting a hand on his temple and shaking his head. "I'm going to go check on the children."
"The kids are fine, but I'll come too." Jasper said, following Spandel from the bedroom. The two winded down a few hallways before reaching their kids' bedroom. Spandel pushed the door open quietly, the hall light casting a dim illumination along the children's bed. Spandel was relieved to see the two small kids snuggled up together under the blankets, both looking rather peaceful. Pinel; Spandel's old chinchilla, was curled up in between them.
"See? There fine. Haha, and Pinel is too." Jasper chuckled fondly, turning to head back to their bedroom. Spandel trailed after, his worry gradually beginning to drift away.
Jasper plopped back on his bed with a yawn, stretching his arms behind his head with his eyes closed. Spandel hovered over him on his hands and knees with his face only mere centimeters from Jasper's. Jasper popped his eyes open to meet Spandel's dark and mischievous stare. "Oh god what are you thinking about?" He queried flatly, a smile of his own developing on his lips.
"What ever could you mean by that?" Spandel played innocent, sitting up slightly and flirtatiously twirling his hair to make himself more enticing. Jasper snickered, tangling a hand in his messy black hair and pulling him closer. "You've grown up so much Spandel. I mean; you're still you, but-"
"I know." Spandel interrupted with a grin, "I'm not the terrified, traumatized, psychologically damaged and emotionally unstable boy I was so long ago. And I think I have a hot boy with a whole lot of love to thank for that."
"Oh? And who is this boy?" Jasper quirked an eyebrow playfully.
"Hmmm, let's see." Spandel drawled, "He has a huge ego with a heart just as open. He's really, really attractive." He could see Jasper's smile brighten as he continued, "He's smart, talented, playful, with … blond hair."
"With WHAT!?" Jasper shouted, getting a series of amused chuckles from Spandel.
"Néo néo." Spandel brushed off endearingly on a giggle, "Koro ér san toje'n-yo, Koro-ki Soé." He chuckled casually. Jasper translated his words as, "Relax relax. I was only kidding, My Miracle." Yes, he was beginning to learn Awromian. It was a weird language. Spandel lowered himself to lie on Jasper, touching his lips to his. Jasper accepted the gentle kiss with open arms, instantly making it one of excitable passion with his own little movements and twining his arms around Spandel's less muscular frame. He was quite proud to call the frisky demon his. "You should sleep shirtless more often." He remarked after the two exchange a few more offerings of love, pulling lightly on the thin black sweater Spandel wore.
"I'm good with once every four months thanks." Spandel declined.
"Spaaaaaaaaaandeeellll! You're so lame! You know thar's only three times a year right?" Jasper groaned obnoxiously. Spandel grinned, looking down at Jasper's bare tanned torso and then back to his face. "Ugh fine. You're lucky you're so damn cute." He huffed in a mixture of exasperation and affection, pulling his sweater from over his head and lazily discarding it to the floor. Jasper sat up and flipped on the lamp on the nightstand to get a good look at him. He was beautiful just as he remembered, despite a few scars still remained along his back and torso. Jasper took note that his lightning ridge black opal wasn't there either. It wasn't anything new. Although he preferred to keep it exposed, Spandel had gotten use to nightly hiding his magic gem just underneath his skin for Jasper's comfort and pleasure when they slept. Jasper caressed him lovingly before collapsing back on the bed. Spandel lied down on top of him, resting his head on his neck and feeling Jasper's warm skin against his own currently icy complexion.
"Nice, ain't it?" Jasper spat.
"Yes, just don't do anything weird." Spandel blew contently, closing his eyes.
"The half insane demon said to the soccer player." Jasper retorted.
"All right fine. Let me rephrase, don't do anything risqué. I'd like to be able to get to sleep tonight instead of trying to survive your irresistible physical teasing."
"Awwww Spandel, you make me sound so naughty." Jasper sneered, caressing him some more.
"Silly Child, that's because you are."
And there you have it! :)
The adorable Jasper Collins belongs to SilverSwirls, and the beautiful Kirsten Wina belongs to Pandore! Lots of love to you both! :D
So Jasper and Spandel have made their appearance; along with other characters, but these two we actually won't see again for a little while. :)
I hope only that you are intrigued and curious. :)
Leave a review, and remember that feedback is love! ;)
