Hunter, Lawyer, Father

I really need to get new books. I have read through all the ones I owned in the last few days.

No, I haven’t been around the last few weeks. Sticking to the shadows mostly.

As much as I love you coming out here and talking to me and all, I’m afraid you can’t stay for long.

I do not even know where you snatched that child from.

That would be easy if she didn’t believe that she was controlled. I’m not going to stop, Charles. I’ll never stop. I didn’t then when I was afraid and I won’t not. A necromancer is just… something I’ve never gone up against. Why? The common goal for our last team up is dealt with. We have get nothing for working together now.

She gave him her puppies eyes as she laid her head on his lap. The amount of liquid she drank had made her more childish side come out. “I don’t live a perfect life but if this is punishment for something I’ve done. I don’t mind it. i could have worse demons than a Charles Sinclair.” She laughed and poked his cheek. “I never heard a fairytale before.”

Charles uncomfortably shifted his weight on the couch as Nadia rested her head in his lap. He couldn’t imagine what someone would think if they walked into the room this moment. “See? A Charles Sinclair does not need to be a bad thing to have.” He kindly smiled. The story he wanted to tell was of his own. “Once upon a time, there was a young boy, the eldest of five children in the family. He wanted to be a hero and slay monsters and most importantly, save innocent lives. He was happy. That is, until the evil villain of the land kidnapped his sister and locked her in a tower. No matter what the boy did, he just couldn’t save her. And that’s when he set out to vanquish every evil that crossed his path. That little boy did do as he wanted and eventually grew up to marry and have children of his own, children he taught to be brave and heroes like him. He did his job a little too well, however, as he and his oldest son eventually became the thing he sought to stop.” Charles looked down at Nadia and shrugged. “I’m sorry that this fairytale isn’t what you wanted. It doesn’t end happy...for anyone.”

I must have done something in my previous life — now come cuddle with me. I’ll be a good girl I promise, I just want you to tell me a story.

“Are you certain it’s not something you did in the life you have now?” With a sigh, Charles plopped down on the couch beside Nadia. “What story would you like? A happy one?”

Well I hate you and you suck at your job, what is your job? destroy Nadia with my dashing good looks and my charming personalty? 

Oh, of course! I make it my life’s mission to make yours unbearably agonizing with my physical features and charm. How I’m glad it’s working.

Why are you so damn charming? — Charles and that damn face of his.  I want to slap it and love it at the same time.

Charming is part of the Sinclair job description, I thought we all popped out like this. I’d appreciate if you didn’t slap me, okay?

I spot an empty whiskey bottle. Which means you won’t remember any of this. 

[text] Please don’t tell me wet dream means something other than a dream that involves water.

[ text ] i have no idea what you are talking about. .. Meg lies.

[text] Sweet little Meghan? Oh, no, she can’t be a liar. Tell me the truth.

[text] Please don’t tell me wet dream means something other than a dream that involves water.

[ text ] you know you want this.

[text] What I want is to not know you were moaning my name. Meg told me.

[text] Please don’t tell me wet dream means something other than a dream that involves water.

[text] Now, were these moans of pleasure or displeasure? I have to know.

[Text] … I didn’t mean that in a sexual way

[text] I think you meant it exactly how it means.