She kept on running her fingers over the scar. It was a pretty little thing, a bumpy and pale mark on her arm.
Aerrow noticed, and he smiled thinly. "You alright?"
"Yes."
"Promise you'll always be alright?"
Piper leaned against him.
"Promise," she whispered.
"Do you think he's alright?" Aerrow mumbled.
She just shrugged and let her smile shrink a little. And then: "I hope so. For our sake."
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The palace was Dark with a capital D.
So no wonder Venus crashed into an adjacent wall. No wonder there was a huge, metallic, "GONG!" No wonder about fifteen anxious guards came scurrying, desperate to make a good impression on their Master.
The goddess of love found herself quickly arrested.
The man behind her was speaking into the radio. "Yessir. Yeah, we've got this totally hot chick--I mean, er, un-identified female, and she's on her way to the prison..."
Now she could have used magic...
...but that wouldn't have been as fun, you know?
OOO
A/N: There was a tie between AerrowXPiper fluff, (oh, you rabid fangirls,) and Venus getting put in the slammer. So...I did both.
I'm just awesome like that.
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