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[ofquondam]

“are you happy here with me?” (misty and delia ;) )

Misty turned suddenly, the hand was was stirring the cup of tea stilling. “What do you mean?” She asked, feeling a little hurt at the question. “Delia,” she began, crossing to the couch where she sank down beside the other blonde, taking her hands in her own. “You know I am. There’s nowhere else that I would rather be.”

[spectralhearts-blog]

[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice] (dewey and kit again!)

There was hardly enough room in her kitchen for one person to work in, let alone two - but somehow, with Dewey, they just always found a way to make it work. She tossed the salad at the counter and watched him with an absent-minded smile as he studiously contemplated the alfredo sauce, and they might not be unfolding a complicated instruction encoded into the misspellings of a limerick or water-skiing under a gather storm over a lake filled with ravenous leeches, but there was still nowhere else she’d rather be beside him than cramped into a too-small apartment, growing smaller with every beloved addition to their recovering family, scrounging up what they could for a quiet home-cooked dinner.

Moving around to grab for the olive oil without looking, she frowned when she felt her hand suddenly tugged to a stop without reason. The answer came with the entwining of fingers between hers, and a glance back between them to see Dewey’s hand wrapped around the curve of the bottle and around hers. Kit looked back up again to see the crinkle at the corner of his eyes, the pleased twist of his lips.

Snorting - heart-warming, her wonderful, impossible man - Kit lifted their interlocked hands above and around them, twisting and surreptitiously stepping up on her tip-toes to press a kiss to the edge of her jaw before she returned to her position at the counter.

Her grin nearly split her cheeks, and she didn’t release his hand - even when the sauce at the stove started to revolt, even when she needed her other to better mix in the mozzarella. Impossible man ; she never planned to let go again.

[worldsquiet-blog]

“ if this is your idea of fun, i don’t know what to say to you. ” (also from alli because.. fun!)

She reallydoesn’t know him anymore, does she? Cheap margarita mix, about ten pounds of Twinkies,three bags of different types of Doritos, a whole lot of a different assortmentof candies and Keeping Up with TheKardashians. That, dear Allison, is a peaknight out. In. We’d had many like that, when we were ten. Only the candyhad been actual candy, and Ben had been there too. It’s odd,  knowing that and having to remind himself she doesn’t. At least she can’t rememberabout the broken jaw, so that’s a pro. But yeah, this is what a fun night outused to look like. Still does. What really is the point of going out, when youhave such a rich inner world? Hegives her a huge grin and tosses a Dorito into the air (nacho) and tada!Catches it perfectly.    “Oh but it is”He sits a bit straighter to make room for her, and pats the couch slightly. Again,reflex. It shouldn’t be this weird, doing that.     “I’d say it’s even therapeutic. They could have made this show about us! Of course, ours would’ve been way more interesting, kapeesh kapow!”

    “. I see you ... as a Kim. I’d be the Scott, obviously. Though that does leave us without a Kourtney ...’

[spectralhearts-blog]

“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.” (dewey and kit!)

There existed plenty of old adages on the follies of making plans; she’d copied countless into her commonplace book at the insistence of her chaperone, who had persisted admirably for years to marry natural impulse and egotism with an adroit resolution for strategy. They had made plans - bright, idealistic ones, fragile and untempered against the regrettable reality of the world, and maybe Kit should have given more due to the lines her chaperone had encouraged her towards, but he had been so happy and hopeful, and so she had opened up to the same light-filled future, but they —

Dewey’s eyes met hers across the dim light of the bedroom at night, and she breathed, smile quirking back at him. They were happy here. Setting her glass of water on the bedside table with care, Kit crawled back under the covers, slipping over the sheets until she’d resumed her position stretched tall against him. She tucked her head into his neck. “Good,” she murmured, and let her eyes shutter close - and her fingers to wander across his side, lightly dancing and pressing until she drew a reaction, biting back a drowsy grin as she commented, “Though I could imagine all kinds of places to be next to you.”

[ofquondam]

“Was that really necessary?” (jane and charlie!)

“What do you mean?” Charlie asked, blinking in confusion as his brow furrowed slightly. “Am I not allowed to be a flower from your store if I like it because we’re rivals? If that’s the case it’s a very sorry thing indeed!” Besides, Charlie knew just the person who would appreciate the unexpected bloom.

[ofquondam]

“I’m not sure how to fix it.” (james and henry!)

James stared at the younger man over steepled fingers, unsure of just how this association had begrudgingly continued. Were the both of them truly that starved for a reminder of their former lives? “I don’t know what you expect me to say, Turner. You won’t find a sympathetic ear here.” He sighed softly. “I may have known both of your parents but that does not make me a suitable replacement in lieu of them.”

[spectralhearts-blog]

“Why would I help you? I’m in chains.” (from olaf opps)

Halfway through the motion of flipping the shop’s sign to Closed, she turned to glance back over her shoulder. The confusion written clearly in the furrow of her brows and frown lifted once she realised what he’d gotten himself into. “That’s a Chinese finger trap,” she corrected. Her frown upturned into something that… wasn’t quite a smile, but possibly hinted at one under its bemusement. “Push in with both your fingers.” It was something little more than what they kept around to keep curious children (or meddlesome Counts… though the descriptor still seemed accurate) occupied while their guardians stopped for a longer meeting over a cup of earl grey or white. Leaving him to it, Kit finished her action and turned back to O., leaning against the shop’s windows. She studied him for a moment before giving him the response to his question in the form of one of her own. “Are you still interested in finding the sugar bowl?”

[ofquondam]

“People get hurt if I’m weak.” (delia and misty!)

“People are gonna get hurt regardless.” She replied. “But we need you, Delia - I need you. Can’t you see that?” Misty sighed softly, sitting down next to Cordelia on the couch. “Mallory can’t become the Supreme until Michael is destroyed. We’ll get you through this, I promise.” Too much was at stake and Misty wasn’t about to let Cordelia go without a fight.