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“I will not apologize.” He’d lost track of time as he’d been busy moving the essentials around the house. Outside, a few leaves had fallen, but not nearly enough. And yet, maybe he didn’t mind a slow decline into the best season so much. But he did stand there in the middle of Henry’s living room a little sheepish, surrounded by several boxes of Halloween decor that he’d teleported from his stash. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t much, but the mantle was adorned with a vintage black and orange garland. And there were candles everywhere, black and white pillars on fancy pedestals he’d picked up over the years from various thrift stores. “It could be worse, I could be putting up the tree already.” He’d thought about it, he had Halloween ornaments, he could make it work. @henryfitzgercld
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oriongriffin:
“Speaking of,” Orion said, leaning against the shovel, “I think I’m about to get fired. Apparently being a reaper is not a side gig and it does in fact interrupt a regular day’s work. Rafael always seems to show up when I’m sending someone’s grandpa underground, but never when I’m actually serving fries.” He gestured, tossing some dirt up. “Anyways, do you know anyone who’s hiring?” While he didn’t particularly have any need for money, not with Diodoros’ inherited wealth, he wanted to have something of his own, he couldn’t borrow from the witches’ wallet all the time. “Make it quick,” he repeated, flashing from where they had deposited the body back to the grave as he slumped the figure on top of the coffin. “You’re not going to say a few words? Make this a full blown ceremony? That’s cold, even for you, Zale.”
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“Yeah, the service industry is probably not for you. Conflicts too much with the whole collecting souls thing.” He personally did not dream of any sort of labor, he’d stuck to music for a reason. He was a creative, Orion was a….Well he wasn’t entirely sure, he was a curator of strange cat paintings so he had an eye for...Something. Straightening up from where he leaned, Beau watches Orion shovel dirt quickly onto the body and then he does have a bit of a point, he could say something. Gathering himself to his full height, he steeples his fingers together at waist height. “We gather here today to lay to rest an innocent bystander, accidentally struck down by my dear coworker. Someone above, or below, bless this poor man with fantastic taste in footwear. And forgive Rion, for he does not know what he does.” He does spare a glance sideways at the other reaper. “Amen, I guess.” His shoulders raise in a shrug and then he’s clapping his hands together and turning on his heel. “Let’s go before I find out you shoveled dirt on me.”
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henryfitzgercld:
“I think we have chocolate at home.” But whatever trail of thought his brain wanted to go down that involved Beau and chocolate was cut short by his boyfriend addressing the elephant in the room: his mortality. It used to be his vulnerability, which had been pushed aside by his dragon genes for the most part. But he hadn’t heard anything about immortality, which meant he would still grow old — and Beau would live on until Evie died, or whoever else who remembered him. “I know. But I’m optimistic we will figure that out as well. Maybe not right now — but at some point we will, and we won’t have to worry about that anymore either.”
Maybe it was too optimistic, but Beau brought that side out in Henry. He had never really been a pessimist to begin with, but now he wanted to believe that they could figure everything out together. He raised a hand to brush Beau’s hair back, a soft smile growing on his lips. “It sort of freaks me out, too. But as long as you don’t regret it, I think we’re fine. You don’t, right?” It’s meant as a playful question, more rhetorical than anything else, but the suggestion still had Henry feeling nervous enough to keep rambling on. “I’ve never done this before — I never wanted to do this before. And I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I’m in this for the long run too, and trust me, I’m also sort of just winging this. And for the record, you’re the best boyfriend I ever had.” Not that there were many serious contenders. “I want a future for us, whatever it may look like, whatever you want from it. And I’ll do anything for that.”
It is both relieving and daunting to hear those words. Somehow he doubted supernatural shenanigans were going to stop as long as he was alive, but this meant that they’d decided to weather the storm together. They’d already worked through him dying and Henry becoming a dragon, even for Beau, that was pretty high on the list of bizarre things that could happen. And they were fine and he should have realized long ago that Henry was in this for the long haul and that he was in this as long as Henry would have him. He leans into the touch as he smiles at the once human fondly. “I think I have several eyeliner pencils just hidden around your house now, you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.” Tilting his head, he leans in to press his lips to the other man’s once, twice, and then he’s chuckling softly. “I will simply haunt you for the remainder of our days.”
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drekixarngeirsson:
“Deaths been looking for me?” Dreki mused as he thought vaguely of Hel. “All these years and nothing has changed.” He canted his head to the side and took in the reaper who’d deduced a great deal of what the original wyvern himself was responsible for. Dreki couldn’t help but wonder what a spirit of death would be doing investigating his line, or what business it was of this stranger’s. For the moment the wyvern’s interest was piqued. His mood still foul, Dreki folded his arms across his significant chest and canted his brow in the direction of the other. “To what end, spirit?” The question comes out with bite, a barb that stretched across scarlet-stained lips.
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The naked man is very flattering, and yet Beau’s gaze, his cool demeanor, is unwavering. “It’s a matter of business.” Which isn’t a lie, there’s more to this than just Henry, he’d literally just witnessed it and had to zip someone to the Underworld. “I’ve got all the time in the world if you wouldn’t mind sitting down somewhere. With pants.” Not to say the man wasn’t-
Focus.
He shifts his weight from foot to foot, nearly reaches for one of the cigarettes in his pocket, but he doesn’t. Not yet, he doesn’t know if this guy is even going to take even light interrogation well, not after seeing him eat someone.
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henryfitzgercld:
It had been just Henry for most of his life. He had been an adopted only child with parents who didn’t have much time for him. In school he was a nerd even before his sixteenth birthday, too smart for most of the other kids to take him in. Then he’d been the odd one out, and while he made a few friends, he was still used to being on his own. To just doing what he wanted, whenever he wanted. Now that had changed – and he liked that. He liked having someone by his side to make decisions with, to share something with. And he liked being able to push Beau to do what he wanted, to offer him comfort to come home to, and a shoulder to lean on. And some other things, of course.
“I hope I’m one of those tastes,” he said teasingly, voice lowered but still loud enough to be heard by his boyfriend. “You know, I think this is a pretty good list. You’re making a life for yourself. A future. And I’m blessed to be a part of it. And who knows, maybe we’ll travel together one of these days. Now we could even skip the plane tickets and you can just ride on my back Khaleesi style to wherever we want to go.”
“You, and perhaps chocolate.” He says this very plainly, it is nearing his season after all, he could surely use a few Reese’s pumpkins. But that is beside the point, he has more in mind, he has this long expanse of time to fill it with his partner. “We do still have the idea that a shifter’s lifespan is….Well, you’re still mortal.” While he was stuck in time. Immediately, Beau offers an apologetic smile because it’s kind of blunt and it’s….He refuses to be a downer, but he’s also trying to be practical as he thinks towards all this time. All this sand in the hourglass and he doesn’t have to worry about his time, he has to worry about Henry’s a little. “But we will cross that bridge if we ever need to.” He adds, terrified of potentially giving his once human significant other some kind of existential crisis.
“I don’t really know how this all works, you know. But um, I want you to know it did sort of freak me out to move in.” Because communication was important, he knew that much, he knew that he wanted to be as honest as possible with Henry at all times now, he owed that to him. “But I want you to know that I’m like, in this for the long haul and I love you, even if sometimes I have no idea how to be your boyfriend and I am literally flying by the seat of my leather pants.”
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callypso:
“You’re building something here though.. when you’re already dead.” Her charcoal hues overlook the moor that seems to sit at his front yard, it wasn’t normal terrain for Greece but it’s haunted house, far hidden on shadowy property was one for the dead. Tension seems to be held between them and she likes the tangibleness of it, as if she has a cat that can toss it and catch it with her claws. She clings to her pirates as they existed when she was alive, and it was them that asked if she was to move on, they existed between life and death and here they attempted to forge a family. Her eyes skate over slowly to meet his. “Do you think that you will have more time that is promised?” It’s hard to know how to fill a reapers existence, sleep isn’t an option and they could become dust at any turn. “Does it scare you to let death finally take you?”
“Death has taken me twice and let me tell you, I kind of expected it the second time.” His usual deadpan is quieter, more somber as he reflects on such a time. No, when the veil had fallen, he’d been terrified for Henry, but he hadn’t been all that afraid for himself. Atropos had allowed him those damn fields and what was supposed to be paradise for him, had paled in comparison to what he’d made for himself in Corinth. “It happened to you too, didn’t it? When the veil fell. One minute I was here and the next I was just gone.” Ash falls to the porch from the end of his cigarette as he looks to her, curious and perhaps a little concerned. “It doesn’t scare me. What scares me is the idea that I will be missed by those I’ve met in this life.”
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henryfitzgercld:
Henry did want to talk, but he would not force himself on anyone who didn’t want to spend time with him. It seemed to be sort of a recurring theme in his life, but he could live with that. He had Beau, and Lucian, and Pete — and maybe Ari. He wasn’t about to complain. “You don’t have to find anyone for me, babe. You should focus on yourself for once. Do your music, do your job. I think I can figure this out somehow. It probably just takes practice.” Because didn’t most things in life? With a smile on his lips, Henry brushed a curl away from Beau’s forehead before leaning his own against the other man’s. He returned the kiss, one that only caused the smile on his lips to widen. “Yes, we’re celebrating that you teleported all your boxes into my house on your own,” he said playfully, and he emptied his champagne flute as if to underline his words as he put it onto a nearby table. His free hand came to rest against Beau’s waist, and he arched a brow. “We have champagne, we have the emotional talk, what else do you want to add to the celebration?”
You should focus on yourself for once. The statement has Beau actually blinking and then his eyes are going from the glass in his hand to Henry and he wonders if he’s been in a state of existential crisis for longer than he’d thought. As per usual, his partner has a point, and it’d been...Years? Decades? He had no idea, time had become lost to him perhaps even in life. He perhaps owed it to himself and the other man before him to sort of step back and relax. The big dilemma was over, he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon and now he had all of this time ahead of him and he could do whatever he wanted with it.
Well, one of the big dilemmas.
“Well, Mr. Fitzgerald, I can think of several things I’d like to add to the celebration and they come in a variety of flavors..” His voice lowers, but playfully so. Tipping his glass back, he empties it before setting it on the table and looking squarely to Henry. “I love you, we have moved in together, I have found out I’m not dying any time soon, I have put cash down on a studio.” He ticks the items off on his right hand, basically counting his many rings. “So I’ve put down significant roots here. I do travel quite a bit, but obviously it’ll be different now and it’s not like I can’t be somewhere else and back quickly.” The idea of such a thing, of being sent somewhere else for a while and just blipping home to someone, not an empty house or apartment or hotel room, he’d be going home to Henry.
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oriongriffin:
Orion made a face, blipping to the maintenance shed where he fetched a shovel to bring back to the grave. “You know, many hands make light work,” the reaper noted, digging into the soil to begin displacing it. Surely, this was a crime, but as the police officers in Corinth had found themselves realizing, it was very hard to pin anything down on a body already technically dead— and that had a tendency to simply disappear when it came to actually narrowing down a charge. He worked quickly, as a werewolf he hadn’t shed away from hard work and as a result he wasn’t unaccustomed to it now, setting the earth in piles high on either side of the headstone. “I think that we probably could have just dumped him in the sea,” Orion pointed out as the tip of his shovel hit the top of a wooden casket. “Because there’s no way I’m opening this. The smell’ll bring me back to life or kill me completely, no inbetween.”
“Many hands make light work, but alas, I do not dream of labor, dear sweet Orion.” He will not be swayed in the matter. In fact, Beau takes a couple steps back and leans against a tall headstone, his arms still crossed over his chest. He watches the other reaper with light interest, Orion’s suffering is his only solace. “Less talking, more digging.” There’s an air of annoyance to the words, but he is perhaps just a little amused by this whole thing. He’s never been one to turn down a bit of shenanigans and while this wasn’t what he wanted to do with his day, and the situation wasn’t ideal, he did actually enjoy any time with his housemates. When Orion stops he sighs and gives a roll of his eyes, but the quirk upwards of the corners of his lips give his amusement away. “You can toss it on the coffin if you’re that worried. If you make it quick, I’ll take you for drinks. I refuse to waste this outfit.”
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emrexbasak:
“We’re dead Beau. You worry too much.” Emre said simply, what could someone really do to any of them? They couldn’t feel pain and they were already dead. It was the world that feared their approach, not the other way around. “All I know is Atropos keeps bringing more of us here, something has to be coming right? Something big.” Why else would so many reapers inherently gather in one place, maybe the world was ending. That might spice things up a bit. “I’ve been looking for an apartment recently, Ariston wants to have sex somewhere that isn’t a frat house, And… Well, I think it’s time.”
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“We have people in our lives that are alive.” He defends despite actually agreeing a fair amount with Emre. That was the secret though, he wasn’t supposed to outwardly agree with him too much, lest they throw off their dynamic. Idly, Beau toys with one of the several crosses around his neck before letting out a sigh. There’s so many of them in one place, the reapers, he’s right about that, too. It had been something he’d been a little worried about in terms of space. Considering Emre had said that he didn’t know if this dragon gene guy was just lonely or building some kind of squad. He dismisses the thought in favor of raising his brows and looking directly at his fellow reaper. “Are you telling me you want me to lease out your room?” It’s deadpan, but there’s just the slightest, tiny little quirk to the corners of his lips. “Do you need help packing? I just teleported boxes back and forth to Henry’s place.”
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henryfitzgercld:
Henry shook his head in an answer to Beau’s question. He liked to think he was pretty good with faces, it was sort of a necessity as a professor — at least when one wanted to be a good professor who recognized their students. “No, never. And I can’t remember anyone dropping ominous clues about dragons in my presence before it happened either.” It had been shocking, a change from one moment to the next, and Henry still wasn’t entirely sure how he felt about all of it. Excited and suspicious and frustrated probably. “Oh — I’ve met Ari. I’m sure he won’t mind, I think he liked me.” At least Henry hadn’t really given him a chance when he overwhelmed the younger man with his charming personality. “That house isn’t as big as it looks and we had to bond over our dead boyfriends. But I just — want to make sure he’s adjusting.” Because while he wouldn’t say it out loud, Ari hadn’t exactly seemed like the most stable person to him.
That was the thing, Beau had been around the block a few times and while he often found himself in the presence of dead people, either spirits or the undead, he did keep an ear to the ground. He had not a damn clue dragons were even a thing for shifters, but then again, he didn’t really have many of them around him. Any time he’d met one, they’d revealed they were just some woodland critter, nothing too big. It was some kind of omen, he thought, a sign, that things were changing if something as fantastical as dragons were coming back. “If you two want to talk, I’ll find this dragon gene person. See what the hell is going on.” He wasn’t sure what to make of it yet, but he wanted to find out. This concerned Henry, the man he loved, he needed to figure out what the hell was going on, if he was going to be safe. Taking a sip from his glass, he swallows before tipping his head to press his lips to the Henry’s briefly. “Enough of that though, we’re celebrating. And we’re moved in together.” It’s a gentle little nudge to open the conversation to what they were doing at the moment, a poor attempt at fishing.
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“O-fucking-kay Drogon, I get the people of King’s Landing deserved it, but fuck.” Beau has seen a lot. He is someone who even before death, was a bit fascinated by it. Gore, B movies, true crime, all that jazz, he was into it. He’d stumbled upon many a murder scene in his few decades of his job, he was sort of desensitized to the whole thing. And yet that was a fucking dragon in front of him and he does hesitate before stepping further into the clearing, into the gore, and into the presence of a now, very impressive brick house of a man. It’s brief, the collection of souls, he actually holds up a finger to said brick house before whisking away.
“I’ve been looking for you, actually.” When he returns, he is all business, arms crossed over his chest loosely. “Or whoever is responsible for this whole shifter gene thing reactivating.”
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Old habits died hard and Dreki had woken up in a foul mood that morning. Bones crashed between the sword-like fangs of the black wyvern, blood spilled from scaled lips as the creatures who’d crossed his path were swallowed whole. Bits of viscera clung to his teeth before he felt the presence of the spirit of death who’d come to collect the souls that Dreki had just claimed for his own. A ruthful and draconian grin spread across the wyvern’s lips before he shifted and stood as a man with blood that stained his cheeks and dripped from his mouth. He spit scarlet as he canted his head in the direction of the invisible spirit. “You can come out you know, I don’t bite.” He looked around, “Well, I do but you’re of no interest to me.”
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enzoxcorsetti:
“Sus?” Enzo repeated, though he didn’t bother to ask what it could possibly mean. Unfortunately, the genasi always just said what he thought – he didn’t really have it in him to string together pretty words and prose. “I just wanted your eyelines. But now that you’ve mentioned it, I could always use a bit of a spirit’s power to fuck with a few more beyond the grave. And not sure if there’s anything in it for you, yet.”
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It bothers him more than he’d care to admit. It’s not quite a threat, it’s not like he’d said anything about taking said power, this could very well be a business deal. Beau took a long, slow sip from his martini before setting it on the bar and angling his body so he could properly look to the genasi. “I am not one to half ass shenanigans and I’ll admit, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve been involved. Depending on who and why, I might just do it for free.” His shoulders raise in a shrug as his fingers steeple together in his lap.
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henryfitzgercld:
Henry had never been too good at relationships, the few he’d tried had never lasted long. He also hadn’t been looking for one when he came to Corinth, just like he hadn’t been looking to become part of a supernatural community he had only hoped existed at the time. Now here he was, and his life was so different from what he had expected. But in a good way mostly. Henry didn’t want to complain, not when he stood in a bar with a handsome man in his arms and his heart full of love for Beau. His smile was soft as he returned the kiss, and it stayed that way as he looked at the reaper. Though he couldn’t help but laugh at the news – it sounded like too much of a coincidence, and yet at the same time it just couldn’t be. Three reapers with dragons as boyfriends? Who had thought of that script? It could make a movie. “You think that’s a requirement for becoming a dragon? Having a reaper as a partner?”, he asked jokingly. “Do you know how they’re taking it? The others?”
Beau thinks about what Emre said, about how whoever helped them all with this gene thing, that he could be creating minions. It’s still something on his mind and he thinks he dropped the ball with Petrichor, the phoenix guy when it came to Henry. The once human isn’t so fragile anymore, hell a dragon can probably defend themselves better than a reaper. Ultimately, what Beau had at his disposal in terms of defense was his necrokinesis and it got the job done, but it still had to be done in close proximity, it was a ‘touch of death’ kind of deal. Looking at Henry among all the people and the lights, the idea of anything happening to him still terrifies him. “It’s a little suspicious, I’ll admit. You’d never met this guy before?” He raises a carefully maintained brow as one of his thumbs trace along the one of the other man’s well defined cheekbones. “He’s doing good, I think I’d like to get the two of you together if Emre will allow it. He’s been super private until very recently about the whole having a boyfriend thing.”
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callypso:
“Yes, I am.” There’s wickedness in the curve of her grin as she leans against the hap-hazardous black railing, paint strokes were obvious and the house with its rolling fog and crooked everything really sold the goth aesthetic. She is half in the shadows and she doesn’t drop her pirates grin as she is always made a edge more pleased when others do not play fools or forget for a moment how many she’s killed with the flash of her blade.
She apprises him further for a moment, thought dwelling when he beckons her to sit near as she prefers her space and for survival reasons, the only ones who flank her are her pirates. She takes just enough time to draw the tension tighter before sauntering over to the couch, an imposing stance that didn’t comprise space once she sat. If she was going to be so near, she wanted to appear big. “Are you building a team of reapers or what’s the point?”
She seems hesitant and Beau thinks he likes that. It means she’s smart not to trust anyone right away, even if they’re like her. It’s a good quality to have and yet he wonders what’s happened to her to make her so guarded. Granted, the woman lives on a pirate ship, he has absolutely no idea what to expect from her aside from perhaps one of those gorgeous puffy sleeve shirts. “I think what you’re getting at is wondering if I have an agenda. Yeah we’re a team, but more in like, the familial sense. We do our jobs, we help each other out from time to time. You’ve got nothing to fear from us. I’m not going to ask you to suit up or anything.”
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oriongriffin:
He hoisted the body up; sighing as the man, now dead weight, was slung over his shoulder. Orion flickered out of sight, travelling slowly in the wake of Beau’s theatrics, finding that both teleportation and carrying across someone else to be both taxing. It was with little respect that he dumped the body onto the grass, muttering about it being a shame how his careless actions caused him to get a grass stain on what was, by all appearances, very expensive jeans. “You wait here,” he instructed the unmoving figure, before materializing where Beau was stood.
“Mary, leaving behind her beloved dog and husband.” His head canted, “Oh look, they buried the dog there too a few years later.” Craning his head, Orion let out a snort. “No sign of the husband though. Go figure.” Looking at the other reaper, he made a face, peering over his shoulder to see the shed in the distance. “Shovels, I guess?“
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“Shovel, singular, I am not digging, I refuse. This is your mess.” And he lets Orion know that by crossing his arms over his chest and looking at him like he’s a disgruntled parent. Because he basically is. It’s more than just the fact his day has been derailed, this is sort of something Orion probably has to get used to. Weird shit happened every day, weirder shit happened to reapers, this wouldn’t be his first accident, he was still young. Beau looks towards the shed in Orion’s line of sight and then to his fellow reaper and then to the grave and he nods, toe tapping lightly at the ground. “You got yourself into this and now I am lovingly watching from afar as you defile this grave and bury your mistake, sir.”
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henryfitzgercld:
It was quite the nice way to put it, that they had arrived at a point in time and space where they were meant to be. Henry couldn’t deny that he had never before felt as whole as he did now, no matter the frightening experience of being able to turn into a dragon and all that came with it. Still, his life had taken so many turns to place him here, and maybe Beau was right. Maybe he belonged here. “You know,” he said just loud enough to be heard over the music coming from the speakers, taking the chance of sounding disgustingly cheesy, “from the moment I first saw you in that coffee shop, I knew I was meant to be at your side. No matter how the way there would look.” His lips curled into a smile, and he leaned forward to press a gentle kiss to Beau’s lips. “If this is our fate, I’m not going to complain.”
He thinks about that day a lot, the one where they’d met. Beau hadn’t been expecting to meet anyone in Corinth. Perhaps he’d find a fling or two, a few old supernaturals to hang around. He hadn’t expected much, he didn’t really do the relationship thing. And he certainly hadn’t expected a human to catch his attention. But Henry wasn’t just any human, he’d been the one person he’d found in Greece who’d shown some outward interest in the occult right off the bat. He thought maybe it was just an edgy thing, it had been a strike of good fortune that Henry had known all of the little pins on his bag and what they meant, nothing was just for show. Beau had wanted to kiss him right there in that damn coffee shop out of sheer excitement. Tilting his head, he brushes his forehead to Henry’s and the smile he gives is almost too soft for their current atmosphere and there’s so much he wants to say, but instead he just kisses the once human, soft and slow. Pulling away, he stays tucked close, it’s not that weird considering how PDA seems to be a common thing at the bar. “Emre’s boy is a dragon too, you know. And Ajax’s. It’s all so fucking coincidental.”
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