Romans & histoires Archer Box Set 1-14

“You know this Apprentice. It is one of our first codes and…” “I realize this,” Orion interrupts, pressing his hand more firmly into the edge of the frame, increasing the power of his transmission. “And we aren’t asking for The Technicians to interfere directly,” he assures her. “But we do need a safe place to rest until we can…recalibrate and determine our next plans. We also have some lost tech that might be of use to you.” Orion turns his head slightly, urging Atremi to bring forward his toolbox. “A 3rd-century Archon Box,” she gasps, her eyes widening even before the air drake opens the lid and begins to pull out the contents. “Some of that Tech has been lost since before the first Terra

, Arika's voice was soft but cold. Her eyes were too deep and black and continued to glare at Taksh whose eyes were staring deeply at her too. Arthit forwarded a small square box to her. Arika looked at the box confusedly and raised her brows. Arthit just blinked his eyes as he was giving a silent answer to her. She took the box, opened it, and found a few darts were placed inside it. "These darts will satisfy your thirst. Calm your anger and ease your pain", Arthit explained to her and she knew what her brother was implying.

I held the bowstring, preparing my fingers to let go of the arrow as I gasp for air. Archery has been my preference. It gives me a calm mood and I often uses it to reduce my anger or grief within my chest. As I let go of the arrow, it directly darted toward the target and I sigh in relief upon witnessing how it pierced through the center. "Not bad at all," I whispered and a smirk escaped from my edges. Mayhaps I must go home and assemble myself for the night's lantern exhibition. As I have my departure, I notice a silhouette from afar. The butts aren't distant from the forest I used to stay in. Out of my interest, my feet hasten to tail the figure of a woman. I could evidently glimpse how sh

I slowly pulled my hand away from Shae’s. I reached into my bag and pulled out a small, dark blue velvet box. It had been sitting at the very bottom of my suitcase, a heavy piece of history I hadn't been brave enough to touch until now. I stood up and walked toward the desk. Jovan’s entire body went rigid, but he let me move. I didn't look at Archer’s face. I just set the box on the table. Thud. "This is yours, Archer," my voice was steady, flat, and devoid of any warmth. "I’m giving it back."

“How could I have forgotten.” “Well! I have three powerful wolves with me,” she sang as she beamed at us. “Surely you could give me a hand when I need it.” Archer jumped out of the car and started to pull off his top, unbuttoning his jeans; he kicked off his shoes and proceeded to remove his boxers. I knew exactly what he was thinking. Turning, I looked at Ayla. Her eyes were wide, and her face was the colour of beetroot. It was hilarious but adorable at the same time.

I felt flushed and gave a low, hesitant, "...Okay." Just as I said it, Archer pushed the door open. His eyes swept over the open box. I froze for a second before snapping the lid shut. He acted like he hadn't seen a thing, turning to Moira with a flat, "Grandmother, did you need something?" "Just telling you to get to the springs," Moira said, nudging his shoulder. "Go change." Archer paused, but surprisingly, he didn't argue. A few minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom in his robe.

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Those bloodshot eyes are the eyes of the Archer who is losing control of his own body and emotions—his condition is striking him once more. "I can't even hurt Bryon or curse at Dad even when I'm furious, so how come I can do to Kaye the things you're accusing me of? Before you accuse me of being a liar, be sure your source is reliable and conveying the truth." Archer spit on the ground, then sighed loudly while messing up his hair. For a brief moment, I was afraid that our neighbors would open their doors because of his loudness.