"I’m sure I can arrange for that to happen. Hes is not the busiest of creatures, and I know for a fact that she is always happy to speak with those similar to her in species."
"I think Cass would enjoy the meeting. It’s not often he comes across members of his own species, if even it’s a sub-species. Is she energetic? Because Cass might do the shapeshifter equivalent of rolling his eyes. He’s not a fan of yappy energy," she smirked.
Charlie yanked his hand away from the bag to hold it close to his chest, pouting in a childish manner to exaggerate the minor sting her slap had caused. “Unfair.” he huffed and crossed his arms across his chest; Charlie was truly a child at heart, whether it was his púca nature or just his personality that was to blame he wasn’t sure.
His childlike facade dissolved as he watched the child in her arms stare in awe at the gifts she had bought them. The wonderment in Garrick’s eyes was staggering, and a chubby hand reached out towards the shapes as a grin smeared upon his adorable features. “—I think we should take that as a yes.”
Lilé laughed and handed the box to Charlie, followed by Garrick himself, though not without giving the baby boy a parting kiss on the cheek. “Hold Garrick for a second, will you? I have to give Libi her present.” She then lifted her god-daughter into her arms then, and gave the beloved girl a wide smile. “Auntie Lilé has something for you too, little one. Shall we have a look?”
Libi’s smile was beatific, and Lilé delved into her bags, drawing out a beautiful little red dress with matching booties. “Oh, look, Libi! Do you like them? Aren’t they pretty?”
An altogether pleased hum escaped him then at the feel of her lips and tongue along his throat before Dark leaned into the touch and lifted delicate fingers to card into her hair. Gentle strokes through her golden tresses revealed the curve of her throat in turn and rose petal lips dipped down to explore the newly exposed flesh. “I would not be opposed to those things, seeing as how you seem so amiable towards them,” he murmured heatedly. Leaning back, forest green eyes that darkened with desire caught that of her own and the God leaned forward to brush his lips across hers once more before trailing the tip of his tongue lightly along Lilé’s fuller lower lip. “May I have permission to kiss you my lady?”
She let a soft sound of amusement loose from between her lips. “Permission granted, my love, and granted for any future kisses.” She tilted her head to the side, exposing her throat a little more, sighing. Her throat was her most sensitive spot, and any kisses there were liable to make her melt. Fingers curled around his dark mane, feeling each silken strand.
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Lilé blinked in surprise as Charlie curled up next to her, but she didn’t quibble. It could get quite cold sometimes, after all, and she didn’t like to use heat spells often. She conjured two steaming mugs of tea, holding one out to Charlie. “Here. Might as well have these too.”
"…Yeah. Was he not supposed to or something."
"Why, what’s so difficult about it?"
"You can’t walk away when you’re the sole heir to the throne, Denham. Sooner or later I suppose I’ll have to take up that mantle. Not that I’m keen on doing that."
"Teleportation. It’s one of my skills… do you want me to leave?"
"Please, talk to me."
"I have no idea…"
"I know what this is!"
"Why did you do that?"
"How could you do this?"
"Let me do it!"
"Leave me alone."
"Don’t leave me."
"Don’t touch me."
"Why weren’t you there?"
"Why are you here?"
"What are you doing?"
"Just look at it!"
"How did you get in here?"
"How did you escape?"
"I want to help you."
"You’re a monster!"
"You’re not a monster!"
"And here I thought you didn’t want anything to do with your family anymore."
"Or that’s what Arch said anyway."
"Did he now?"
"My family is not one you can just walk away from, Charlie. Believe me, I’ve tried."
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i. do not fall in love with me.
for i am hungry and cruel & i
will hollow you out with heavy
secrets & ugly insides.
i am not beautiful, i am scarred.
my mind is dusty archives with
paper thoughts that my wildfire
heart has a tendency to burn.
i will burn you. i will not provide
because i am selfish & frigid &
i will steal your offered comfort.
ii. do not fall in love with me.
for i am a killer.
finger pointed in a permanent
pistol, i will whisper compassion
with the heavy barrel of my gun.
iii. do not fall in love with me
because i am cruel.
i am jealous & messy & savage
& i will show you what a true monster
is. i will posses you utterly.
i will suffocate you.
iv. do not fall in love with me.
for i am a sadist and i will feed
you my chaos affection & you
v. do not fall in love with me.
for i am a liar.
i will hurt you & crush you & scream
my strength into the air between us.
i will make you feel wonderful & worthless.
vi. do not fall in love with me.
for i am weak.
& i will inhale you more than the
stolen oxygen in my butterfly lungs.
i will rely on you with my life & i will
lock my heart away inside your ribcage
because I do not trust myself with it.
vii. do not fall in love with me.
for i will need you.