tired-college-student-writing:
Bim’s Birthday means a lot to him, but can the Jims help the other egos understand this.
“You’re going to make us late, darling.”
Timeus smiled, turning away from the mirror, eyes roaming over the woman who practically draped herself over the door frame, the ruby red dress she wore like a second skin gleaming against the dark skin of her human disguise. Her hair was braided like a crown around her head, held in place by golden pins looking like a crown of gleaming jewels. He moved across the room, wrapping an arm around her waist as he shrunk and widened until he was left looking human as well, his now brown eyes boring into her kohl-lined honey ones.
Small child full of Bees 