『 мα∂ нαттєя 』

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               ❝ …magical? ❞ An eyebrow raises and                       she stares at him strangely.

                    ' Magical, enchanted, spellbinding.                       You know what I mean, right? It's                       no ordinary hat. '

imnotthesavior && realiitea

                    ' I hope you weren't expecting the                      Very Merry Unbirthday singing guy. '  

"That depends entirely on who you are. And even then, I doubt you could help me.”

                      ' Jefferson's the name, but what's                         in a name? On the contrary! I know                         perfectly well that I have something                         that can help you... ' 

"But you’s says that will nevers be apart! What if you’s falls through a portal? I—I has t’ jump in afters you’s!"

                      ' No, Grace, we've gone over this--                         Absolutely no portal jumping. I won't                         use the hat, not after what happened.                         I promise. I pinky promise. ' 

                              “Of the castle but here a house.”

                     [ he states in a matter-of-fact tone, tipping his chin                        up and trying his best to look proud instead of childishly                        smug. his head tipping to the side then as his smile fades a bit. ]

                                   ”Really? This must have been a long                                     long time ago. You two must be very                                     good friends to know each other here.”

                      ' A castle-like house. ' 

  [ jefferson answers playfully,     restraining a grin that threatens     to once more alight his features,     taking a moment to calm himself     before continuing to speak. ] 

                     ' You could call it that. We kinda                        lost contact, stopped talking, after                        a little while, though... I'm glad to                         see her again. I'm sure you are,                        too, huh? ' 

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               ❝ Nice hat ❞ 

                     ' It is quite stunning, isn't it?                        Voluptuous, of perfect size,                        magical... Oops. Did I say                        magic? ' 

Tears rolled down her small cheeks. “We has t’ gets away from each other. I don’t wants t’ say no bad things to you… Bu’ you gots t’ ‘member I loves you lots an’ lots!”

                      ' I love you. No matter where                          it takes us, I'll always be with                         you! ' 

 [ picking up in his arms,    he attempts to shield    her from the horrors of    the incoming storm. though    he has no idea what's to     become of them both, he    as to act strong. for grace. ] 

“ unless it’s a punch to the face               that you need, you’ll get nothing from               me because i’ve got nothing. ”

                      ' You have something, you just                         don't know it yet. Magic. I need                         it... ' 

♥ — Her chin reached, a soft smile         only fading as a wave of utter         courage, slipping into desire’s         grasp of her actions. His fingers         upon her felt like utter heaven,         having to shut her eyes ever         so longingly, then opening them,         hooded. Paradise— a term she         could use for just the utter sight         of him. Paradise, a dream. The         sweet redhead almost hadn’t          noticed the soft kiss upon his         lips she had placed, but once         she had, she retracted slowly,         fearing too be so far from him.                        ”Let them yearn no longer,                        sweet Romeo, for these lips                        are just as desiring to meet                        with the heaven yours’ offer.”

  [ eager lips search hers immediately,      quite longing for a taste of heaven.     it lasts but a moment, a second in      the everlasting passing of time, but     it's burned into perpetual memory.     his heart quickens in his chest, pulse     racing against the velocity of his own     thoughts; oh, the sensations of love!     and love it truly is. no other could make     our fair romeo feel this way but his own     juliet. ]

                    ' O don't grant them such                       limited time of bliss. Make                       it but a little longer... ' 

             ❝ It sounds like you have              two people living in your head.              One that is there and the other              that just wanders. ❞

                              { She wasn’t sure why she had                                been so intrigued by him but                                 perhaps it was because he                                 was similar to she. }

                       ' I guess you could say                          that's part of the reason. ' 

  [ he adds not-too-subtly,      wrinkled brow suggesting     some deeper, darker secret     that he holds within, not easily     shared. ] 

                      ' What about you? Are you                         confident? ' 

    { ♔ }

               ❝ That, or a mad man who only thinks his                    hat is  m a g i c a l. I would not believe that                    thing is magical until I see it’s magic with my                    own eyes ❞

Athaela takes the orb with immense curiosity in her eyes, the hint of a smile curving across her lips.

                     ❝ Sorry—— ‘twas not my intention to be                          impatient ❞ She pauses for a moment                          or two. ❝ T h a n k  y o u ❞

                    ' Maybe one day I can disprove                       you but for now... The deal is                       done. '

  [ gathering whatever bit of     belongings he had brought     to this land to sell his wares,     his hat is the final object to     be picked up, placed upon     the top of jefferson's head. ]

                   ' Now off I shall go. '  

♥ — So, perhaps he were right.        Rose opted out on wearing        a coat, deciding it would only        make her dress look simple,        and now her decision was        attacking her with the guilt        that brewed within when she        finally parted her eyes from        him. Shoulders and arms         grew warmer as they took        their time, a small and warm        smile spread on her features        as she could hear him.           What a perfect sound it was.                 “If you say so, but that won’t                   stop me from worrying. I’ll               give it back when we get there,                                           — alright?”

                       ' . . . Fair enough. Just keep it                          for now, you'll need it. ' 

  [ a gentle nudge is pressed to     her ribs, meant as a small act     of playfulness rather than an     expectant touch. straying not     far from her side, though the     heat escapes him within but a     moment or two, he continues      strolling next to her, attempting     to warm her even through the      jacket she now adorns. ] 

"But as s’long as we together. We will be fine…"

                     ' No, Grace. You know the rules...                        No more jumping through portals                        for me. Okay? ' 

"I’d apologize for tarnishing your unmatched record— But…that’d imply I regret living out here. Has a certain charm to it, really.”

[She stood and shed her outer clothing, not seeming bothered by his presence as she stripped down to her undershirt and knickers. Without much concern, she dove into the water and resurfaced moments later.]

"What interesting places?"

                      ' They wouldn't really be secret                         or sacred if I told you, now would                         they? ' 

   [ his patience is running thin,       desiring to carry on his       mindless ambling through       the sylvan abode, alone. ] 

         [ slight irritation at the grin the man is giving him,            his chest puffing up defensively as he tried            to figure this man out. he looked harmless but            anyone could appear to be someone else. His            hands curl into small fists as he spoke up, voice            in pitch. ]

                    “I’m old enough. I’m her littl— I’m her man.                      Big man. I have to look out for her because                      she’s the queen. So I should know how you                      two met.”

                      ' That's right, isn't it? You're                         the man of the house. ' 

  [ the stifled chuckle jefferson     had so been trying to hold     back escapes his lips, grin     widening even further before     he answers. ] 

                    ' We met a long time ago,                        before you were around.                       I was doing a bit of travelling.                      There's nothing more to say,                      I guess. '