The Moon’s Permission By Max copyright 2017
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“Hello,” Gael greeted him with a cocky smile and sparkling blue eyes. He held out his hand to shake, still grinning brilliantly, “I’m Gael McNeil.”
The other man, looking a little like a tiny boat tossed in stormy seas, stood there with a suitcase in either hand,  his hat sitting crookedly over curly red hair, green eyes wide and just staring. “This is a train station.”
Gael pinched his hat between his fingers, lifted it off his head just a little and nodded. “Why yes it is. Is this your first time here?”
“What do you want?” He shifted his hold on his suitcases and looked Gael in the eyes, kind of like you look at a stray dog so it understands to leave you alone..
“I just want to welcome you to New York. What’s your name?” Gael pushed his hat back “New York is the friendliest city in the world!”

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Fic: Will o'Wisp Chapter One

Will o’Wisp By Max
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Chapter One
Her voice was soft with a gentle confidence as if she knew where she stood and the entire world could tell her she was wrong, but she knew where she stood.
At seventeen, she was curved like the river, gentle and slow. Her hair, normally an aura of slow dancing chocolate electric, was tamed into a prim bun. Her eye were warm dark honey, welcoming and full of joy as she spun slowly around, her arms out to her sides, the suit was a dark blue, with black buttons down the front of the jacket and the skirt. Her elegant hands were covered in fine white doe skin gloves. As she spun, her new blue leather heels clicked on the smooth hardwood floor. Creamy pearls showed between the opening of the jacket, laying on her smooth coffee skin. Nearly giggling, she finished her turn, then did a little bounce. “Well? Do I look okay?”
I remember my Uncle telling me not to talk to the Will o’Wisp. Don’t look at him. Don’t talk to him. Don’t go near him. Don’t …