Playing Pretend
He smiled as he saw dirk walking over to the fourth group, since the fox had always been relatively civil with him. "so." dirk whispered, leaning in to bailey as he arrived.
All's Fair... Ch. 6
The nephil child looked disappointedly at dirk, his eyes sad and ears drooping, "i'm old enough father... i promise i won't embarrass you if that's what you mean..." father? dirk had a son?
Spirit Bound: Chapter 125
dirk made no acknowledgement of the younger demon mage's presence at all and merely kept his position by conor's shoulder.
Spirit Bound: Chapter 150
_ he leapt at dirk and latched onto the tall wolf's neck. dirk didn't shift at all and easily held the pre-teen up. micah chirped, "did you make it, dirk? i love your cooking!" ciaran smiled.
Spirit Bound: Chapter Fifty-Four
I have not seen dirk-san fighting to judge his likely tactics.
Spirit Bound: Chapter Seventy
Next to conor was den, micah, nicholas and geoff; on the other side, by dirk, was walter, liam, and faelen.
A Superior Defense: Chapter 3
dirk rolled his eyes, and samuel was more than tempted to do the same.
Spirit Bound: Chapter Ninety
This mage betrayed me; dirk and i will be paying him a 'visit.'" he looked at his bodyguard and dirk nodded in response. dirk looked absolutely pissed. alpha mcdougal leaned back and grinned. he put his arm around conor and patted his shoulder.
Spirit Bound: Chapter 13
"oh, and conor said if you guys want separate beds, he could sleep with dirk." nathanial noticed dirk walking down the stairs toward the kitchen. micah looked a little panicked but said nothing. nicholas blushed.
Spirit Bound: Chapter 130
Tell me you wouldn't grasp at _any_ straw to save mo-mom, even if it meant running off without dirk into unknown danger." dirk glowered at conor, but liam could not tell if that was to say, 'you had better not,' or 'you know damned well you would.'
Spirit Bound: Chapter 143
He could not smell dirk there. he returned to the middle of the room to retrieve the scent and glanced about.
Spirit Bound: Chapter 2
He looked back at dirk, who hadn't moved an inch. "i told you to be silent, or some such, didn't i?" dirk said nothing. "if i did, you may speak, and i'm sorry." "very good, sir." dirk copied his son's tone and inflections perfectly.