#forhiire

[wiitchette]

@forhiire

“Really? And people are paying you and trusting you to identify a hit?” She giggles, hands sliding down to wrap around him in a warm, greedy embrace. Head resting against his back, the scent of gunpowder overpowered his cologne, something she’d grown used to and even become quite fond of.

No matter that the cologne was overpriced and from France.

“I’m going to have to confiscate your license, mon amor, until you can recognize your own girlfriend.”

[lcstrega]

@forhiire -  "Just because I'm seeing your daughter doesn't mean I'm coming over for the annual potluck, got it? I still remember that time you fed me people-meat and I'm certain you remember the love-tap I gave you for it. I had the shits for a week; not happening, grandma."

“Why would I invite you, mercenario?” The witch asks with indifference, craning her neck to look him up and down; unimpressed. “You are not family. Despite the comforting thought of my sons ripping you apart if you decide to harm me in my own home again, I cannot bear to have you at my table.”

“Asha is the only thing keeping you alive. Remember that.”