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[spiteful-machinator-blog]

Raz has 50 of these.

All in different colors

And she wears them when they go out on hatedates

[spiteful-machinator-blog]

Back home at last

How long had it been since Noctis had been back hive? Weeks? Months? They blended together when he had to go out on these little..."missions" as they liked to call them, but he knew what they really were. They had him hunting down anyone who happened to piss off the wrong highblood. He too once thought that this was fine, being a highblood himself but he saw how wrong this was, were they preparing a rebellion he could understand but some of the trolls he was sent to terminate were barely adults, some not even that.

Noctis shook his head; physically trying to force out the negative emotions and thoughts building in his mind. He had but one saving grace in this world, lacking a moirail to unload his worries on he relied heavily on his matesprit; luckily for him she still hadn't grown tired of him. Setira was so patient with him, and was so understanding about his job and his desire to not do it if he had the choice...she was always there for him when he needed someone to lean on, or just to sit with him in his moments of suffocating despair. Just the thought of her smiling face made all worry drain from his features. He really shouldn't show up empty handed after being gone for so long, so he decided to swing by the local bakery pick up a strawberry shortcake. He'd rather make one himself, but he wanted to spend as much time with his mate as he could.

After paying for the cake and sharing some words with the clerk; he departed for his final destination. As he made his way down the streets he lit up one of his favorite smokes, of course Setira would be on his ass if he did it while they were spending time together; besides he was trying to quit...wasn't too healthy but living life without a little vice was boring. Finally after what seemed like hours but was more like fifteen minutes, Noctis made his way in front of the rather impressive hive he shared with his matesprit. He withdrew his keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. Once inside he closed and re-locked the door and quickly untied and kicked off his boots. It was really good to be home at last, now only one thing was missing to make the experience perfect.

"Set, I'm home, an' I brought cake."