#viduanata

[nytehavyn-circle]

Tolaas knocked on Nat's door and leaned against the wall next to it, waiting for her to answer. When he heard the lock, he stood in front of her door. When she opened the door and looked at, he grinned, pulled her into a kiss, and presented her with a wrapped, elongated small box. "Happy birthday, darlin'."

Inside, Nat would find:

"Now, that's decorative, darlin', so no usin' it," he chuckled.

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[honorarystripes]

@viduanata

"Tell me," he held his hands to her cheek and caressed them gently. "Tell me, what you want me to do?" He was being told of her suffering and he knew he wanted to give her some consolation but he couldn't find it in that moment. He supposed being told how to react wasn't how she envisioned telling him about what she'd been through.

He brushed a kiss to her temple and looked to her with a soft and sad smile. "You can tell me anything, I will not whisper it to another soul. It will be our secret until the day I meet the grave," he promised, looking to her with beads of tears in his eyes.

"I know you've been through so much..."

[ragebuilt-freezerburnt]

@viduanata be knowin anya & jamie (@vintertsarn) so well. most days they love helping the world but sometimes it's hard to forget that trained weapon mentality.

[formaechao]

“You’re my type”

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"You are just saying that because they brought you to me," the dragon grunted. This wasn't his first time dealing with sacrifices, but he admired the gall of this woman, whatever she told herself in order to survive.

"What type am I, out of curiosity?" A small but warm smile graced his face. He might as well put on a charming facade...

[formaechao]

“How do you put up with me?”

@viduanata

The dragon growled and clawed Natasha's hair. "I do not put up with anyone, dearie. I just measure their potential." He hummed, a flicker of gold flaming in his eyes. "You cannot handle my monstrous urges, and I see your darker nature..."

[honorarystripes]

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"Ma'am, you are definitely the type that is allowed to step on my face."

[violentnatured]

How does he recover after a difficult day?

His kids are always the best remedy after coming home from a difficult day.  It doesn’t matter what his mood is like.  He will instantly become soft when he sees his kids.  He will spend hours with them, playing, talking, and just being a good parent over all.  His kids have always had his heart.  They are his pride and joy and the last piece of his late wife that he has left.  Though the moment he puts them to bed and he’s alone.  That’s the most dangerous place for him to be.   He doesn’t like to be left alone with his thoughts.  They always go dark,  always that voice in the back of mind telling him that he’s worthless.  He ends up drinking heavily,  even though it burns out of his system fairly quickly being that he’s a demon.  He’s known to use his drug of choice along with his drinking,  and that’s heroin.   It does give him temporary high but it clears out within a half an hour.   He’s not ever done this in front of his kids and never will.

[winterstruth]

@viduanata plotted starter

"Okay…" Clara started, her fingers moving quickly as she typed on her computer, from her spot at the kitchen table. Her notepad and pen lay neatly beside her, ready for notes.

"I'm thinking… For our family holiday this summer, we should go to Greece." She looked up at Natasha, her green eyes bright with excitement. "What do you think, mama?"