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[cruelyethuman]

I saw you stabilize a building with your bare hands.

[His smile widens, eyes sparkling.]

I'm not scared of you, Daisy.

[morethan084]

That's where you're wrong.

[Daisy's hand slides up his arm, turning in his arms until her face is close to his, eyes dipping down to look at his lips before dragging her gaze back to meet his.]

You should be terrified of me.

[cruelyethuman]

Ah-

[As his hands slide over the soft curve of her hips, settling against the small of her warm back, fingers slipping just inside the sweater to brush against her skin.]

Is that what I should be feeling.

[morethan084]

Yup.

[Daisy bites her lower lip when his hands slip under her shirt. Come on, she's supposed to be intimidating right now!]

I've been called the Destroyer of Worlds before.

[cruelyethuman]

I believe you.

[Not just the Making that sings through her, even if he can't feel- a part of her forever closed off to him, like a door slammed shut, locked and the key missing. He wants it, anyway.

Wants to lick her bitten lips and feel the heat of the sting against his mouth, and why not? Leaning up, he presses his lips to hers in a shallow, open-mouthed kiss.]

But you've never had to fight shadows.

[morethan084]

I guess we'll just have to see then.

[Daisy smiles as she pulls away, teasing him.]

[cruelyethuman]

[The Darkling makes a pleased sound, rumbling through his chest as he lets her go.]

I will look forward to that, too.

[morethan084]

Good.

[Sure, he says that now.]

Wanna go check out the breakfast they put together?

[cruelyethuman]

[It's right there, on the tip of his tongue, to pull her down in to him and explain all the ways that his hunger is for something else entirely, to let his hands do most of the talking until this strange holiday fades.

Instead, he smiles, eyebrow raised.]

Of course. Do you want to bring the herring?

[morethan084]

That’s a good idea.

[So she can get rid of it…

Getting to her feet she grabs the jar and holds her other hand out to him.]

[cruelyethuman]

[Taking her hand, the new bracelet clinking against his wrist, warm from her skin and sparkling in the artificial lights, he heads for the door.]

I have a lot- of good ideas. You'll see.