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Started January 27, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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Fae smiled softly, leaning forward again just enough so that their lips brushed lightly.

XD okay. Cya l8r! )

He brought a hand to her cheek, forgetting entirely that it was covered in a very freshly wet, cold layer of clay still.

xD lololol!!)

Fae could feel the warmth of Cruz’s hand through the cool slickness of the clay, and not caring, she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes for a moment. A mix of affection and pride welled up inside of her, and all of a sudden she felt a blessed absence. The fear, the doubt, had been washed away momentarily. She hadn’t noticed their plagueing presence until they were gone. “I don’t think we’re going to get much work done.”, she murmured jokingly, her lips close to his.

XD goodmorning. Sittin here with my cup of yerba mate
FUN FACT yerba mate (a type of argentinian tea) is better tan coffee because:

• non addictive
• full of healthy antioxidants
• claimed to have "the bliss of dark chocolate"
• is 5x more energetically effective than coffee
• doesn't stain your teeth
  :D )

He took a breath just to steady the thoughts in his head, "Well…" he laughed quietly, keeping his voice at a quiet rasp, "I think August already walked in on us cos the door's shut now," his mellow expression wore hints of humor from this.

(Morning! I’ll have to give it a try, it sounds great!)

Fae blushed, biting her lip anxiously, but she stayed, whispering. “Do you want me to stop?”

He looked off to the side as if he didn't already have a burning answer, but finally satisfied her question with a quiet and certain "No."

"It's beautiful Macha! You're a natural!" Sabine praised her friend.

Lips quirking up in a wistful smile, Fae leaned forward again to press her lips breathlessly against his and wrapped her arms around him again.

Macha cast her eyes downwards bashfully. “Thanks. You taught me.”

Sabine laughed. "Okay, your turn to pick what we do next." She said, paying the girl and grabbing both paintings. "What do you suggest?"

Cruz snared his arms around her waist, leaving plenty of clay stains.

Do you want to skip if they get super frisky? XD )

(Lol. Fae would never do anything… naughty because of her backstory, but we can skip a few hours to lunch if you want. I’m cool with whichever ;)

Macha thought for a moment, chewing on her lip and spinning around on her heel to survey the whole festival. She snapped her fingers, wings unfurling rapidly. “Ooh, I know! There’s a guy who was here last year who did what he called ‘living art’, but I think he’s on the other side of the festival, about a twenty minute walk. Do you want me to fly you there?”

Fae’s breath caught, and for a moment all the fear came rushing back like fire to dry grass, but was quickly snuffed out by the waves of desire rolling off of both of them. She was acutely aware of Cruz’s arms around her waist, and she pulled away a bit to take deep breaths.

(Note: the ‘desire’ I was referring to is not sexual)

I'd like to skip yeah xD )

After? She can meet Cruz's uncle? )

Ooh yess let’s do that!! Could you start please? I’m just not sure how Cruz would wanna do the whole thing)

Okay xD )

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Cruz was walking her towards his uncle's house. He held his arm hooked with Fae's as they approached the front porch. The house was one-story and made of pale red brick, and wasn't the prettiest house to say the least, but at least it wasn't collapsed.

Fae swallowed nervously, her head a confusing mess of doubts and emotions as Cruz rung the doorbell, anxiously twisting the ring in her finger.

After a few moments, a wrinkle-faced, quite chubby man opened the door. "Hola, Cruz, y.. ¿su dama?" He laughed. His tone and chortle was jolly, friendly, like a Spanish Santa Claus.

"Espero." Cruz laughed back, walking inside as the man let them.

"It is lovely to see you over," Cruz's uncle welcomed her, words accentuated and iterate with the accent. "Julio Granadíer," he extended his hand for a friendly shake, "But you can call me Julio, or tío," he grinned.

Fae shook Julio’s hand, finding that his grin was infectious. “Nice to meet you, I’m Fae.”, she smiled, cheerful but polite.

"Fae," Julio echoed, "What a lovely name,"

"You made gazpacho?" Cruz spoke from the kitchen, disappointment in his voice.

"You two can still have some, it's fresh," he promised. He looked to Fae, "You've had gazpacho before, ¿sí?" He squinted.

Fae shook her head shyly. “No, sir, but I’m sure it’s delicious.”