Literature
MTG fan fic: Everything went like clockwork
The young mage, with blue eyes and dark brown hair, stepped up to the sofa in which Tezzeret is sitting. He ignores the man who has forgotten all except breathing and collapsed underfoot. Three guards moved from in front of a door and "cleaned" by dragging the man who squatted down to the floor.
"Is this enough, Tezzeret?"
"Well done, good boy."
In the room which became only two persons, Tezzeret holds gently and is brought near so that the thin frame of the youth who is in the proximity may be appreciated with an arm made of flesh and blood. The young man chuckled ticklish while sat and leaned next to Tezzeret. His ice blue eyes were blan