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[bookofmirth]

Theory:

*sighs* Nesta and/or Feyre (again) or gonna get pregnant by the time the 6 books are over

Do I want it?

1/10 - NO

Will it happen?

.... dare I say 10/10 yes?

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[silver-wields-a-pen]

Ambrose: You can't break bonds that have no weakness.

Glenn: Thank you, Yoda, but I'm not worried.

Ambrose: *shrugs* Then leave and we'll continue without your valuable help

Glenn: Fuck you

Yoshi: This is why women aren't allowed in the organisation.

Glenn: Fuck you too, Yoshi. *leaves*

Yoshi: It's true

Tada: It's also true that you're a prick, but we don't say it to your face

Mo: Often.

[silver-wields-a-pen]

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Random convo 

“Are you gonna marry her?”

Vyxen looked as threatening as one of those floofy little dogs women carry about in their handbags. Yet, Tundra found himself swallowing his unease before answering. “I barely know her.” The second the words left his mouth he knew he'd fucked up.

She sucked in a breath, eyes wide and filled with fury. “Excuse you?! Barely know her?! You've been dating for a year!” She poked his chest with her index finger with every word.

“Cool it.” He grabbed her hand. “Even if this was any of your business—which it isn't—we haven't been together for two years.” He went to Oto a couple of months after they started dating and didn't come back for a year. Then, she left the next day, which was around ten months ago. He frowned. “Is it Solstice?”

Vyxen blew a raspberry. “No, dork. That's in–” She stopped. “Wait. We spent the whole summer on a boat and this place is always winter, so–!” She let out an excited squeal “It's Solstice! You have to propose, it's too perfect!”

Tundra shook his head. “Did you miss the part where I said it's none of your business?” Time wasn't a good enough reason. He didn't think they were in that place yet. Yet. He snorted with surprise, accepting the realisation with more calm than he thought he would. Not yet. “Besides,” he added, when it looked like Vyxen would chew his ankle off, “I'd prefer having a conversation first instead of ambushing her.”

Vyxen rolled her eyes. “That's not romantic!”

“Good.” Pressuring Nyima for the sake of “romance” wasn't his style. “Look, I understand everyone thinks all we do is fuck–”

She interrupted to point out, “You spend all your time together in your room.”

Why not? Nyima lowered her walls in a more intimate setting. He doubted they'd have the same conversations if they had a table between them instead of a bed. He shook his head. “I'm not an incubus. My point is she wouldn't want the whole bended knee, surprise ring bullshit.”

“It's not bullshit, it's romantic!” Vyxen sighed like Tundra was an idiot who didn't know his ABCs.

“You think it's romantic. Nyima would prefer a decorative dagger.” Why did I say that? He could already see Vyxen's hamster wheel turning. “I'm not buying a dagger.” Not to propose, but he might buy one just because. It could lead into a conversation about Nyima's thoughts on marriage.

Vyxen pinched his cheek. “Sure.” She grinned and skipped away, leaving Tundra with the distinct impression she'd completed some kind of mission.

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