#archfaesson

[songandshield]

@arch-faes-son sent from Shrike...

"He is My son, and I take care of him."

"Well, that may be, but... All I see is a kid who's afraid of his father most of the time. That ain't no way to live. For either of you."

FCG's head shook gently, blue lighted eyes dimming slightly and glowing more brightly. Any of the Bell's Hells would tell you they did that when he was concerned. They weren't looking for an argument with Shrike, far from it, but what Letters had seen from this guy, he was sort of expecting one...

[bookofvesper]

@arch-faes-son sent...

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation

It wasn't that she didn't like Killian... She did, very much. But her life, such as it was, was so complicated. Romance wasn't something she had on her radar. Not truly, anyway. She had her fantasies of someone coming into town, declaring their love for her and filling her in on the last few years. The fantasy that a kiss would break some curse and her memories would return in an instant.

But for six years, none of that happened. Her memories were still piecing things together, trying to distinguish dreams from fantasy and from slipping memory. And something... else.

Killian was kind and handsome and he seemed to enjoy spending time with her. Vesper enjoyed his visits to the Sun Kissed Tavern and Inn where she worked. After being asked to take a stroll through the market, Killian kissed her. It was a surprise, but not an unwelcomed one. Just... a surprise. Vesper kissed back after a moment, letting herself have, without holding back for someone or something she couldn't remember... something good.

[cupcakesmuses]

[ cont from here with @arch-faes-son ]

Alastaire crashed into Killian, his sword hilt butting up against Killian's hip, pulled forward by his long mustard colored duster jacket. He kissed Killian back desperately. It had been a while since he allowed himself this. And how far he'd be willing to go even then. He wasn't that drunk. He knows he shouldn't drink, it's so stupid to do that with his 'condition' as he calls it, but life simply hurts to fucking much not too.

He hears the bar tender clear his throat and Alastaire eyes the large firblog, his lips still pressed to Killian, pulling away only momentarily to fumble with a few coins out of his pocket. About three silver and a gold, which is enough to pay for their drinks and a room, which Alastaire already has upstairs. And several coins that don't look anything like what this country uses as currency. The sun elf scoops those back up before shoving them back in his jacket pocket and grabbing Killian's hand.

"I have a room...?"

"Use the bloody room," The firblog gripes, "You got another night now. I ain't running a brothel here. Go on."

[songandshield]

[ cont from here with @arch-faes-son ]

Orym's body language relaxed only a little. It didn't mean much to Orym, the strange being that was Killian's father. And not with the tone of voice Killian was using. Or the slightly belittling attitude of Killian's father. There was a difference between parents who helped in your initial creation and parents who helped in your upbringing. Something in Orym told him that this person was more of the former.

"So that means...?"