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                        ‘ v-v-victoria’s secret —— they’re h-having a SALE !     b-buy me panties ? ‘

“Is that so little dove? Perhaps we should get going then”

    ❝I’ll have what you’re having.❞ Says the dream not really carrying about the drink at this point. Rosemary is instead clinging to every word he says, hoping perhaps that his feeling extend further than his constant teasing. She feels her heart sink upon not hearing the answer she really wanted. Then again, she guesses she shouldn’t be too surprised. Rosemary might be stupid for even thinking she could enter a proper relationship with him. Still, as she listens to the earnestness of his voice she cannot help but to think that things could possibly work. After being offered the ring again she ends up taking it and went as far as to place it upon her finger again. She looks at it for several moments before leaning forward and letting her lips linger against his. When she pulls away blush fills her cheeks and she then looks to her lap. ❝I guess I could hold onto it for a while.❞ She muses casually while shrugging.

  The liquor comes welcoming but it doesn’t soothe the rotten lump clumping in his throat, it doesn’t kill the evil inside of him. It only makes these weird feelings in his stomach grow stronger; the nervousness of such a surreal conversation. It meant so much but it meant so little, he could bat his eye and go on as if it never happened—or Jupiter could never move on and be forever bent on trying to gain her affections while sliding into the sheets of every soul baring mortal within the current hundred mile radius. Would it be better to lie, to get what he wants to play her like he plays every other girl who falls for his pretty face. Jupiter could not and would not–it would make him sick somehow, the betrayal and the guilt of lying to this woman would even kill him. A shadow. He hides his grin as Rose puts the ring back on, he never meant for it to escalate to this point but he welcomes the cards on the table; if only he had been prepared to play the game. The taste of his scotch is heavy on his lips and tongue the bourbon was rich and he savours it—- the last thing he expects is for her lips to brush his but in the few brief seconds it does his entire knowledge of the world comes to a stop.      Jupiter takes a deep breath; afraid that if he were to exhale it would be gone, time would catch up and he would be alone. “I have a new condition.” His words come out almost dry and for a moment Jupiter isn’t even sure it was even really him that spoke.

     Upon realizing who was visiting Aristotle clung to his side immediately. Uncle Valentine is, and always will be, one of the boy’s favorite people. ❝Tell Dawlia not to cwy so much.❞ Mumbles the boy as he looks over to his sister. The baby was sobbing while Rosemary whisked her to the kitchen so she could be fed. A huff leaves the child’s lips as his brows furrow. ❝She cwies too much. I dun’t cwy, I just tell mummy when I’m hungwy ow use th’ potty, but Dahlia just cwies instead!❞ His parents have attempted to explain the reason to him before but that doesn’t make the boy any less frustrated.

There it was that look; the excitement and genuine happiness of unconditional love something that he found only children really showed. It made his heart ache and leap and greedily he hugs the boy to him, smiling so hard it begins to hurt the creases of his mouth. “But babies need to cry” Valentine shuffles to look at the other, fingers petting back his long golden locks. Val looks behind him a glance to see Rosie sweep off with the baby. Nodding, as if he were listening to real complaints and concerns. “Mhmmm–” Nod “Well that is because you know how to communicate with mommy now that you’re a big boy, when you were a baby like Dahlia you cried too” Val lightly boops the tip of the boys nose. “Just like how kittens meow at their mothers, babies cry… Make sense?” He crinkles up his nose looking at the toddler. “Sure doesn’t make it any less loud though huh?” Valentine pouts and hums. “Should we put on some lullabies? Perhaps that’ll make all of us happy–”

     ❝No, no. You don’t need to do anything like that.❞ If Xander proposes, she wants it to be on his own accord. There will be no point in it if he doesn’t do it from the bottom of his heart after all. She is fairly confident that he will some day. However with everything going on there is really no time for something as significant as a proposal just yet. Before she can speak up again there is a noise from the carpet. Dahlia has woken up and with that came crying. ❝Lil’ one, you’re going to wake up your brother.❞ Her warning came too late. By the time Rosemary took the baby into her arms the toddler already began to sit up with a frown on his little face.❝Too noisy!❞ 

Big grin; shows off his large teeth even, but is quick to hide it behind his hand as Valentine shifts to a different comfortable position. “Are you sure?” He’d always be there to help her out if she ever needed it, even if he had to give her lover a good 'brotherly' talking to. Valentine looks over at the children as they wake up. His smile doesn’t fall but he gets to his feet and walks over to them, crouching until he was eye level with the toddler sitting up on the couch. “Awh is it? I’m terribly sorry little buddy” Val stands up again, head tilted “What can I do to help you?”

    The difference in his voice catches her off guard. Since he often is joking around with her the rare moments of sincerity coming from him tends to surprise her. Unsure of how to react, she ends up avoiding his question all together and tries to move on to another topic. ❝I could go for another drink.❞ Says the dreamer softly while looking back down at that gorgeous ring she placed on his finger. When the object was staring at her like that she can’t help but to remember what he asked, so she ends up responding genuinely. Her only hope is that he will not make her regret it by teasing her. ❝If you were proposing, would you remain loyal to me? Because if I were to say yes I’d expect that.❞

In ways, Jupiter is thankful that she didn’t answer him, maybe he really didn’t want to hear the truth. He enjoys the fantasy of her actually liking him and all this teasing is just a step closer to getting in, but they could never really be more than friends, could they? Jupiter was an incarnation of evil, a demon--a shadow hidden behind a pretty face. “Yeah? What do you want?” He’ll probably just have another few (or seven) more scotches. The finger feels heavy with the ring on it but he hasn't motioned to take it off; he can still feel her touch ever so lightly, when that begins to fade he’ll put the ring back inside the velvet box that was silently mocking him on the table top. Eyebrows lift, expression softens and he turns to look back at her after ordering their next rounds. Jupiter looks at her with a slow shrug and leans back in his chair, eyes locate her own. “I would try--unfortunately infidelity is sort of part of my job requirement” He lays it bluntly “Yeah. Yeah---I would try.. I’d never let you take my balls, though.” Jupiter peels the ring off his pinky finger and dangles it for a moment, before putting it in the box once again. “Keep the ring” 

     ❝Unless you’re actually proposing, you shouldn’t be surprised.❞ Mumbles the dreamer before she flicks her forehead. At this point she realizes when his lewd comments are only meant to get a rise out of her. While sometimes he can go too far and she will end up smacking him over the head, most of the time she genuinely finds his comments amusing. ❝Have I now? It seems like the roles have reversed then, hmm?❞ She has no doubt that Jupiter has broken his fair share of hearts, but she knows better than to think she is capable of breaking his. As he makes his request she takes the box and opens it up. After toying with the ring for a little bit she places it on his pinky finger instead of one of her own. ❝I’m sure you’re more than capable of taking care of your own needs.❞ 

  “If I were proposing—would you say yes?” There’s a strangeness in his tone, an almost serious like question twisting his tongue as he spoke to Rosemary. Jupiter puts his eyebrows together and shakes his head, almost laughs, no of course not his heart is nonexistent how could it be broken? For a glimmer of a moment, Jupiter fights the thought of Rosemary breaking his heart. Jupiter almost lights up–but its the last speckle of light before the darkness eases in as the ring is pushed on his finger. “Darling why can’t you ever see it the way I do? You’re meant for me—just wait and see” A practical growl and Jupiter huffs at her. “How about another drink? My treat.”

   The amount of kisses against her flesh in such a short period of time create a ticklish affect. That combined with the horrendous French accent causes the dreamer to giggle gleefully. ❝You’re like that naughty skunk from the cartoons….Pepé Le Pew!❞ Rosemary allows the ring to be placed onto her slender finger. She doesn’t take this declaration of love seriously in the slightest but she is fine playing this little game with him. That is until, he brought up the condition the ring had. Even though she is certain he is joking she figures it’s best to return it anyways. There is a click of her tongue as she removes the ring and then places back into the box.❝I’m afraid you’ll have to find someone else mister.❞

Jupiter laughs with a shrug, hands up and reckless. With the french accent Jupiter sees the resemblance although he wont amuse it out loud he merely waves it off, the ring looked much better on her than it did its past owner. He winks playfully, devilishly. Not in the least disappointed in her reaction; he practically lives off them at this point. A small hiss escapes Jupiter as she removes the ring and puts it back in its bed, jaw dropped and he looks at her in disbelief. “I can’t believe you! I go out of my way and you get you this beautiful probably extremely expensive diamond ring and you wont even have sex with me!?” Jupiter shakes his head, leaning away from her and hides his smile as well as he can with his hands. “You wound me, love, you wound me. Right here” He points to the left of his chest, where a heart lacks but pretends to be.    Jupiter sits there for a moment, snickered smile on his smug face as his foot taps repeatedly under the table. “Rose, baby, com’on, Rose. Baby..Come’an” As if that was a sufficient enough retort Jupiter stares at her, awaiting a response, pushing the ring and the box closer towards her.

   As she listened to everything he had to say the dreamer can’t help but to giggle. ❝I think you might be a little bias because of how close we are.❞ Rosemary would go as far as to say Valentine is family to her. Ever since Aristotle was young he was there with her, and he is not only an uncle to her boy but an elder brother to her as well. Still, it did make her a little happy to see how sincerely he believed that she deserved to loved so deeply. A soft smile appeared on her lips as she held him tighter. His ability to make her go from stressed to comfortable in an instant is something she has missed a lot.❝I promise you don’t need to give him a talking to or anything like that. I don’t doubt that he loves me or our kids. It feels like we’re already married too, I’m just missing the ring really.❞

Mock offence with spread digits pressed against his chest. “I would never be so biased on such a serious topic!” But the cheeky grin says otherwise, each dimple exposed is the truth of his intentions. “Biased or not, you’re terrific and I hope he knows it as well as I do” He loved her and her family, deeply, he found solace and comfort in a time and place when he never thought he would, a bit of family to have. Rose was like his sister--truly, he was absolutely mad for her and would do just about anything she or her children would ask. Valentine laughs, looking down and back at his old friend. “Are you sure because I can be very intimidating and persuasive when I have to be--” Nod, another slower nod. “Ah---I see, well the good in that is that at least you know he loves you, have you two ever really talked about it? Perhaps I could take him to a store you’ve got your eye on or something...” 

“Let’s experience the city,” she gushes. Her eyes light up and enthusiasm  radiates from her body. “The night is young and so are weee–” She stands up abruptly to throw her hands in the air, but ends up sending the bowl flying. It’s like it all happened in slow motion–Ivy witnessed the bowl jump overhead, splattering blood across her blouse and Valentine’s cheek. She immediately clamped her hands over her mouth, smudging the scarlet t that had already freckled her lips. “Valentine, I am so, SO sorry. I-I’ll clean it up.” She scrapes the bowl up from the floor, but ends up slipping in the small puddle of access blood . She uses his chair for support to catch herself from falling and completely embarrassing herself. “Ah…” Her eyes are glued onto the crimson sprinkled across his jawline. Without a word, her finger swoops in from behind to capture the blood on the tip of her index pad. She licks the blood from her flesh and feigns a smile. “Still good.”

A roar of laughter; amusement spews from his lips and Valentine nods, shrugging. “Alright--the city it is” Although he’s rather old, at least he believes so. “You’re not afraid of motorcycles are you, otherwise we’ll be walking around tonight...” He smiles wide and slurps up some more of dinner until the bottom of his bowl was beginning to come into sight. Valentine hadn’t even been fully paying attention to the mess until it came falling onto him; literally. Eyebrows lift in shock and Val leans back into his chair a little confused as to the events as he turns to look at her scarlet blushed face and bursts into laughter. His stomach aches and he shakes his head with a sigh, Val leans over and holds his hands out for her to grab in support as he rushes to try and save her but the puddle makes her its victim and shes on the floor. Effortlessly Valentine shifts down next to her and into her hand as the index swipes across his skin. Blushing, feverishly warm; almost showing Val looks away and clears his throat. Grabbing at her arms and standing up, the splatter of blood staining his clothes the puddle marking the slight spot he’d laid in. “Yeah? Good.” He grins and Valentine begins to clean up, naturally, he’ll have to bleach the floor, make sure there was no trace for after they had left. Just in case.                                           “Do you need to shower or anything?                                                             Pamper up before we go out?”