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“or it’s just building up and storing all of this karma to really, really get you back,” she argues, though she’s smirking. she doesn’t want anything bad to happen to ivar, he’s probably her favorite person in the palace, but it still seems like something worth saying. “if someone walks in, i fainted and you are simply tending to me. scandal avoided.”

“maybe. that certainly does sound like the kinda thing the universe would do, but i’m not too worried about it,” he assures. which. is probably the opposite of reassuring, actually. “has anyone recently told you you’re brilliant? a bit of a schemer, but brilliant.”

“as long as one of is confident enough. i do like having you around.” she definitely, definitely shouldn’t have said that, but whoops. too late now. she grins at him. “not recently, but i’m glad you appreciate the genius. now are you going to sit down or what?”

“i hope i haven’t. i do want you to still like me once the rose colored glasses come off,” she answers half-jokingly. obviously, she’s going to put her best foot forward to make a good impression, but she thinks she’s done a good job making sure she’s still true to herself. she hopes the more they learn about one another, the more they’ll like each other.

"i don't think you need to worry about that," he says, giving her a soft smile. oh, he's so in over his head. so much for the no strings attached part of this arrangement. why did that seem so reasonable when they started?

she smiles, a slow, soft sort of thing that takes her over her whole face. does she actually have butterflies right now? she wants to tell him about her feelings for him, but she can’t find the right words and so instead she leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “good, because i really fucking like you.”

"oh, don't take that personally. kieran hasn't like anyone in like at least six hundred years. unless you were referring to naoise, in which case i have many questions about why you're with a man you believe doesn't like you." although she is certain that naoise cares deeply about her. largely due to how long he tried to keep her a secret from nuala. "have you been to the market yet? it's not the most exciting, but it's worth visiting and i can't imagine naoise getting too terribly mad at me over it."

“definitely not referring to naoise. he’s great and i know he loves me. kieran? i think he hates my guts, but it does make me feel a little better knowing it’s not personal. i just, i know you guys don’t hang out a lot, but i think your opinions matter a lot to naoise so i want them to be good ones.” is she talking too much? she’s probably talking too much. which would be the opposite of a good impression. “i haven’t. it seems like it would be fun. do i need to bring anything with me?”

when she kisses him, he thinks about how he'd be okay with being hours late if they were doing this instead. but if he's not there for this, there's gonna be hell to pay and he's absolutely not ready to deal with that. still, he steals a quick kiss after the first, because he can. he blushes faintly at her question, even if he doesn't know why he's embarrassed, but he still answers, "ah. it's... nerdy, niche, and boring, but i'm just trying to workout a more efficient backup battery design for some of the hospital equipment we make? which..." he frowns slightly, trying to think through the thought. "actually, if i can get it working, i might need your help? if you'd want to. but like... at the risk of reminding us how shitty my family is... i don't know how to convince them it would make financial sense to do this. so if you have any sort of ideas on how to persuade them on that front, i will be all ears. that's... if i can get it working, which is the first hurdle."

she smiles softly when he steals another kiss. sometimes he can be so sweet and it’s still managing to surprise her in the best possible way. she wishes things could be so easy between them all the time, but she understands the necessary evils of showing up for their families. she listens intently as he talks, expecting at some point that it’ll get too scientific for her to understand. not that she minds, because it’s nice to hear him talk about the things he’s passionate about. she adjusts her hold on him, running one of her hands gently through his hair. “i can definitely come up with a few things ways we can get them on board. just let me think on it. and i’m sure you’ll get it working. you’re brilliant. and pretty determined. and it’s all very, very hot even if i only understand half of it,” she tells him, leaning in to steal one final kiss before pulling away. “let me go get your tie before we make ourselves late for real.”

"...i think my answer's gonna be 'both' to a lot of your questions. like there are chill ghosts and there are ones that i still have some nightmares about? there are ones i'm friends with or friendly with and ones i never, ever, ever want to meet again. and then like... sam thing with the other question. ghost hunters are totally a thing and my parents are sort of retired ghosts hunters on top of the science thing? which was... a lot. and then yeah, some ghosts love fucking with other ghosts. like plasmius. fuck plasmius."

“okay, wait, hold on, you’re, like, half ghost and your parents used to hunt ghosts? did they know? did your parents, like, hunt you or something else traumatizing as all fuck? like what quantifies a lot in this situation? and yeah totally fuck whoever plasmius is because that seems like a really fucked up thing to do? i mean, maybe? just seems screwed up to hurt someone else like you? especially if there’s people who, like, their whole thing is hunting you down.” is she even making sense? she’s sort of just saying everthing that pops into her head out loud.

“and yet, this universe keeps letting it stand. it’s almost like i’m just skilled enough to get away with this,” he returns. he raises his brows as she gestures for him to sit beside her. “that’s awfully casual, princess. might be a whole scandal if someone walks in and finds us sitting there.”

“or it’s just building up and storing all of this karma to really, really get you back,” she argues, though she’s smirking. she doesn’t want anything bad to happen to ivar, he’s probably her favorite person in the palace, but it still seems like something worth saying. “if someone walks in, i fainted and you are simply tending to me. scandal avoided.”

“or it’s just building up and storing all of this karma to really, really get you back,” she argues, though she’s smirking. she doesn’t want anything bad to happen to ivar, he’s probably her favorite person in the palace, but it still seems like something worth saying. “if someone walks in, i fainted and you are simply tending to me. scandal avoided.”

"i'm not a total monster. it's only fair to let you pick the song if i'm gonna drag you into this." he almost can't believe charlie has entertained this much of the chaos, but also? it's charlie and he knows charlie is nice enough to deal with it. "besides, i think we'll have more fun if you pick."

“oh how kind of you to let me pick the way i end up completely embarrassing myself. do they have a book or something to pick from?” he really has no idea what he’s going to pick, but he might as well go for broke at this point and pick the most obnoxious thing he can.

"i don't think you've given me any false ideas about you," he returns. is that too bold? it feels like a bold statement. but for all the things he doesn't know about her, he feels like she's still shown him a lot of who she is. he hopes he's done the same.

“i hope i haven’t. i do want you to still like me once the rose colored glasses come off,” she answers half-jokingly. obviously, she’s going to put her best foot forward to make a good impression, but she thinks she’s done a good job making sure she’s still true to herself. she hopes the more they learn about one another, the more they’ll like each other.

he gives her hand a gentle squeeze and hopes that's the right thing to do. "i appreciate that you want to perhaps fit in a bit more here. and i will support you if that's what you wish to do. but i also want to remind you that i fell in love with you just as you are, and you need not change it for my benefit."

she nods, looking down at their hands for a moment. it’s not always easy for her to say what she wants and with naoise, she tries her hardest to avoid her habits of hiding how she feels. after all, he can’t lie, and it feels unfair if she does, even if the intention is to avoid upsetting the situation. “i think that i’m still sort of trying to find where i fit here and sometimes when i see how you interact with the people here that aren’t me, i can’t help but see how it’s different and i don’t know. maybe i’m feeling a little, or a lot i guess, insecure? and i probably should’ve just said something, but i don’t, i don’t want you to think i don’t believe you when you say you love me or i don’t want to be here. it’s just still hard for me. i’ve never had anything good like this. even with the other stuff, it’s still a good thing. and i don’t know how to act to keep it a good thing sometimes. because everything that’s happened up to us has kind of taught me to expect that the good thing won’t last.” that was probably so much more that he asked for or she intended to say, but maybe that’s a good thing. maybe she needs to finally say all the things she’s feeling, even if they’re uncomfortable.

Charlie chuckled, shaking his head fondly. It was nice, the way he and Thatcher could joke around. "Ooh. The alliteration is fun, maybe I'll brainstorm something around that," he played along. Charlie watched Thatcher tilt his head and couldn't help but smile even wider. This seemed to be going even better than he hoped it would. Being bold could pay off from time to time. "Definitely on the downright irresistible side of the scale."

"Does that mean I get a percentage of the profit for my idea? And my name?" he asks, smirking. "I mean, it was my idea and all, and it seems only fair that I get maybe one or two percent. That's not asking too much, is it?" Thatcher could hear his heart beating in his chest and a blush quickly spread across his face. "Oh yeah? That is... that is definitely good to know." He wasn't sure what to say next, but he was sure he wasn't going to stop smiling any time soon.

“I’m sure we could work out some kind of arrangement to make sure you’re compensated for your ideas and use of your name,” Charlie plays along. His smile softens when he says Thatcher blush. God, he was so cute, it really wasn’t fair. “Maybe once we settle on a name for the drink, I can take you out to dinner? You know, as the first installment of your royalties.” Was that, was that maybe too bold? He supposes he’ll find out soon enough.

"oh, no, not my tone. and are you sure your mind's not made up? it really does seem like it is."

"i'm trying very hard not to have my mind made up but you being a prick is a pretty compelling argument against that restraint. if you stopped being a dick for two and a half seconds you might realize that i'm trying to help you, asshole."

“if you think i’m such an asshole, why are you trying to help me?” the better question would be why is he being like this, but that’s a little too self aware for magnus. “wouldn’t it be easier to just not?”

"look at you continuing to bring up very, very good points. i'm starting to think you might be the brains behind this whole operation," she plays along, smiling brightly at him. "i'm really happy that we're here too," she agrees. "i'd like to think we would've gotten here eventually. maybe not as quickly, but i don't know, you make feel a little braver. i don't think i would've been able to keep the way i felt all to myself forever."

"nah, that's definitely you," jer says firmly with a shake of his head. "you are brilliant in all things and i merely stand in awe." he smiles softly at that. "you think so?" he asks before thinking about it and chuckling lightly. "i wanted us to get here. and i'm so glad you were brave. and maybe a little proud," he adds, voice shifting into a question. "is that weird?" when she tells him she wouldn't have been able to keep her feelings to herself forever, his heart stutters. she really was so much braver than she knew.

“oh, come on. you’re insanely smart, jer, and i’m not just saying that,” she assures him. “plus, i’m obviously the hot one,” she adds on jokingly. she nods, smiling softly back at him. she reaches out and takes his hand gently in hers, lacing their fingers together. “i don’t think it’s weird, i think it’s sweet,” she tells him, looking down at their hands before looking back up at him. “thank you for letting me brave, for letting me be the one to make the move. it means a lot. and is another one of the million things you’ve done that made me fall, like, completely head over heels for you.” oh god, was that too much?