Explore the Best Sharkmaid Art | DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Literature

Where are ya, Destroya?

It was a hot day. Every day was a hot day. But this day felt particularly hot. Angel didn't know if maybe the radiation levels were higher and that was why it felt so hot, or if it was just stress. Usually the heat didn't worry her all that much, but today she was just sweltering in her boots. Damn, she wished she had a car. Midas had a car. But then Midas was older than her. He'd never let her borrow his car, it was his baby. Well, until the real baby came. As soon as the baby was born – depending on the success of the birth, of course – Midas would have a new gem to fuss and coo over. Maybe that was why she was stressed