I do as he says, holding the whiskey bottle as he walks away, letting my eyes lightly drift over his rather stunning form as I do. Luca he is…well. When he walks like that, it’s very difficult to take your eyes away.Ben turns towards me and gives Tony a nudge, nodding my way. Tony nods eagerly and
A few hours later, Daphne’s face cracks into a wide yawn and Jesse, sitting next to her on the couch, reaches out and pats her knee.“Come on, lady detective,” he says, getting to his feet and offering a hand. “Let’s get you to bed.”“The party’s not done though,” she protests, yawning again as she
Jesse lets go of his leash on the shadows a bit, letting them pool, and then dropping his hands and tipping two perfect little shadow kittens out on the cushion between them.“Oh my…oh my god,” Daphne whispers, delighted, leaning down and peering at the little half-substantial kittens before her, th
I groan, snorting awake when Jackson lays me down in my own bed.“What’s happening,” I murmur, looking around, completely confused.“You fell asleep,” he replies, smirking at me as he climbs in next to me and reaches out to un-hook the curtain, letting it shush shut. “I figured you’d rather continue
“And one of the children of the God of Darkness,” I murmur, frowning, likewise staring into space. “Ole Darkie.”Jackson laughs at the Goddess’s nickname for her ex. “And he’s got enough of those to choose from,” he murmurs. “So we’ll maybe never know.”“Wait, what?” I say, sitting up a bit to peer
Slowly, Jackson nods. “I think the God of Death and Goddess of Life would be the most powerful, the most…capable of giving gifts like ours.” Jackson murmurs with a shrug. “I mean, think about it - do you think you could give someone a gift right now? Or your mom?”I shake my head, considering it and
Jackson groans a little, turning towards me, pulling me tight against his chest so that our stomachs line up, so that I can hook one leg over his in the way I like to, so I can press my cheek to his chest.We don’t say anything for a long time and I can feel Jackson trying to figure out how he feels
“Really, improvements to Clark’s training program,” the Captain says, narrowing his eyes at Jackson. “And what qualifies you to decide how Cadet Clark’s training should progress?”I scowl a little, hating that they’re talking about me like I’m not here and wishing they’d both just call me Ariel. It’