forum Find Me (Character Chat #4)

Started March 06, 2019 by Deleted user

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"I think it's fitting. A thief and her prince."

"Sure."

"I mean, if you don't like it, I can just go…" he began to pull away.

She tightened her grip on him, pulling him back and bringing her lips to his.

He smiled, leaning down a little to make it less awkward for the both of them.

She wrapped her wings around them like a cocoon, ignoring her protesting muscles, and looped her hands around his neck.

He kept his hands on her hips, wary of the multiple wounds she had running up her back.

She pulled back but rested her forehead against his. "Ignore my insecurities. Just tell me I'm being an idiot when I worry about things like that."

"You are being an absolute idiot whenever you worry about things like that."

She grinned. "Perfect."

He smiled back and sais, "At least now you have more time to force to go to the gym am\nd work out."

Her smiled widened. "Yess. Well, it's more of a boxing gym."

He groaned. "More getting punched in the face?"

She snickered and pecked his lips. "Punching a punching bag, silly."

"Sounds better, but still."

She pulled away and tapped his nose. "I won't make you if you don't want to do it. I'm not that cruel."

He shrugged. "You say I need it, right?"

"Not really. I think you're quite cute." She stretched out her muscles and wings, testing them.

"But being cute doesn't help my case as an ass kicking demon prince."

She smirked at him. "You don't need rock hard abs to be an ass kicking demon prince. Plus, it keeps you under everyone's radar. They wouldn't expect you to be any sort of threat. Take Kiriti for example."

He shrugged. "I guess."

She frowned but didn't say any more, instead rolling her shoulders and opening and closing her wings. "I'm gonna check the injuries. I'll be just a sec."

He nodded, sitting back down on the couch and watching the TV.

Tessa went upstairs, grabbing her discarded clothes from before the attack as she went, then headed into the master bath connected to her bedroom. She unraveled the bandages and looked at them through the mirror. They were already looking better. She sighed in relief and used a razor to cut a small slash across her arm. A mixture of red and gold seeped through. She clamped a hand over it, then used fresh gauze to cover it. The poison's working its way out of my system. Good. She tried dismissing her wings, and it actually worked. She cleaned the wounds and put on new bandages, then threw on her sweater and sweatpants and headed back downstairs.

Runner was still watching the TV, but looked bored.