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elitehuntsman:

Matt grins, but he keeps sweeping across the books without looking up to greet her properly. He knew Kizzy was trying her best to hide him, but he came here on purpose even though he denied it. Matt was curious after all, did all of her family have the same intelligence and beauty? Most likely.

Glancing over to her finally, he shrugged before looking back to the books. If she started the conversation, he couldn’t get in trouble right? “Well, it’s a bit complicated isn’t it? Kind of… taboo for both worlds.” He meant to be light about it, but there was a slight edge to his confession. “Anyway, yes. Yes she did.”

Kizzy would for sure give her hell for luring her lover into a conversation, but she shouldn’t be so fun to mess with. Her temper was something to behold. “Taboo...” she laughs at that oversimplification. Her laughter is like the tinkling of bells, small and airy like her.

“Well, you don’t have to. Lay low that is,” she stages whispers at him next. “I won’t tell anyone.” She gestures for him to follow her towards the back of the shoppe where she’d recently put on a kettle.

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elitehuntsman:

The ridiculously long title had kept his attention for all of two seconds before he moved his fingers across to the next one. It was boring having to be on his best behavior, but why on earth he actually did care was beyond him. Keep Kizzy happy, a happy Kizzy meant great sex. Though he couldn’t ever recall them having anything less than great now that he thought of it. Matt sighs and sweeps his fingers over the next book, but before he can read it she’s talking to him.

A grin forms on his face, and it’s obvious denying it is out of the question so he shrugs, “Are you actually interested, or are you just trying to startle me?”

Oona isn't too surprised by his response, Hopkins tended to be witty. She smiles at him slowly, "Little bit of both." Hopping down from her perch, she walks until she's toe to toe with him. Somehow, she's even shorter than Kizzy. The Marigas sometimes resembled nesting dolls. 

"She tell you to lay low, huh?" She's leaning in like it's a big secret, head tilted up so she can see him. Kizzy is obviously perturbed across the shoppe, now angrily stacking books.

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Oona sat on the counter’s edge, slowly turning one of the many crystal balls in Kizzy’s shoppe in her hand. Her mind is elsewhere, eyes trained on the witch hunter pretending to browse the books. She can smell him out a mile away. A Hopkins, there’s fire in his blood. She can smell it. Setting the crystal ball down, she gestures to him with her chin. “How long you been sleeping with my sister?”