Hello lovelies!
New piece on Skulduggery, just another short one I'm afraid. I'll write something longer one day. Promise!
Hope you enjoy it!
(As always, I don't own Skulduggery Pleasant, sadly.)
"Valkyrie. Get out of my car."
"Make me."
Skulduggery sighed. He was leaning against his precious Bentley with his face peering into the drivers seat. The drivers seat which was currently inhabited by Valkyrie.
"I have to learn to drive at some point Skulduggery, why not now?" she asked indignantly, slightly distracted, trying to work out how to change gears.
"Because if anything happens to this car, I might lose the will to live. Then you'd just be left with an incredibly handsome skull to put on the mantelpiece."
Skulduggery didn't think he was being unreasonable. Not really.
You see, 3 months prior to this driving obsession which had engulfed his parter, Tanith had let Valkyrie drive her motorbike. The outcome was disastrous.
Valkyrie had spent 3 days in the sanctuary hospital, and Tanith's bike had been lost forever to the river Themes.
"What happens if you lose your arms, Skulduggery? How do we get to crime scenes?" She posed the question seriously, a genuinely concerned look on her face.
"If I lose my arms, I will fly... and you will walk. Now get out the Bentley."
Valkyrie scowled at him through the window before sighing and slowly getting out of the car.
"Thank you. I appreciate it, and so does the Bentley." He placed a lithe hand on her shoulder before stepping into the car himself.
"You love that car more than me don't you?"
"Of course not, I love you equally."