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"I won't know unless I ask." The tip of his finger traveled down the slope of Xavier's nose to the tip. Boop. "I can't think of anything that ya might avoid."
Xavier smiled. “Good. I’d rather you ask me things out of genuine curiosity instead of poking around until you find something I’ll avoid.”
"Every circle is different?" Lirim was paying more attention to his guest than the film.
So much for their moratorium on Hell talk. “Yes, my lovely curious friend. Have you ever read Dante’s Inferno or any of The Divine Comedy?”
"Of course. He didn't just come over that day ya told him to and stare at me! He's been one of the only people to stick around. Seemed to always know when I was alone."
His lovely familiar. “He has a gift for that, our Abel,” Xavier said with a soft smile. “Always seems to know when he’s needed. I’m glad to hear he’s been a comfort to you, when I couldn’t be.”
"I'll never get into Heaven at this rate. Good thing I'm probably immortal."
“To be free and live as you please is its own Heaven. So technically, we’re in Heaven right now.” He smiled in his characteristically smug way. “That’s a poke in the eye for God, isn’t it?”
"Was Greed your circle of Hell, babe?"
“It wasn’t actually. My business acumen didn’t present itself until after I left Hell.”
The arm was taken without a second thought. Not something he'd try to blame two bottles of wine and tequila for. "I thought sweet iced tea melts Englishmen like a Dali paintin'."
“It does most of the time,” Xavier chuckled. “But I’ve taken a liking to it lately. Sitting outside in the summer and drinking hot tea isn’t quite as pleasant as drinking iced tea.”
"Ya wear it well," he said against his skin, offering another kiss to Xavier's knuckles.
Xavier smiled. “Bless you for thinking so, but I’m not so sure I do. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been called petty and difficult.”
"How has it been so many years? Where did the time fuckin' go? Aedan is five and sayin' whole sentences. He's so clever. They don't even need us. He brushes his teeth without me makin' him." Both hands spread to rub his face. Pink warm cheeks and loose tongue. "Woke up the other day n'he was puttin' bread in the toaster. Looked at me n'said, "Look, Daddy, no hands! 'cause I told him not to last time. Bread just floatin' around."
“Cheeky little lad.” Salt, shot, lime. “You should see the number of animals Devlin sneaks into the house during any given week. And he’s so adept at it!”
Salt, shot, lime. “A few months ago the maids were changing sheets and I heard one of them scream.” He laughed. “Devy only went and snuck an injured frog into the house and tried to heal it with a bandaid. He hid it in MJ’s room! It took some doing to get it off the poor thing and get it back to the creek.”
