love's a witch

Trusting is hard. Knowing who to trust, even harder.

Aeden couldn’t help rolling his eyes at her words, slowly lowering his hands. “Since we were bestowed with free will,” he retorted, by then feeling confident enough to fold his arms across his chest. “We’re not robots following orders, you know. Especially not Trackers. Would’ve figured a witch to know that by now,” he added pointedly, despite the fact that she wasn’t exactly overreacting to a house call from a Tracker. Usually those ended in blood and tears. A deep sigh escaped him, and for just a moment he allowed himself to avert his gaze. “Believe me, every fiber in my body right now is telling me that I should either kill you or get out of here,” he mumbled, before returning his gaze to the witch – just in case his words provoked her. “But the reason I came here is important.” He hesitated for a moment, the next words… almost awkward. Vulnerable, sort of. “I’ve left the Underworld.” 

It was almost an automatic response at this point, whenever someone pulled sarcasm on her––the queen of sarcasm herself––her eyebrow arched and her arms crossed over her chest. “You may not be, but most of you still do, pardon me for jumping to the most reasonable conclusion.” Trackers didn’t have the brightest record, but the manor was usually packed––it’d be downright reckless to attack it midday –– trackers weren’t usually reckless, she’d give them that. Though of course, this one might’ve just missed the memo. Peyton never took her eyes off him, specifically paying attention to where his hands were, but all she gained was frustration at how annoyingly relaxed he seemed. She nodded at the ‘get out of here’ idea, best thing he’d said thus far, unfortunately though it didn’t seem like she’d be getting her way. Her second eyebrow shot up at the declaration, “you––what?” It wasn’t unheard of, but it certainly wasn’t popular, to her knowledge most ended up dead. “You really do need my help. Not sure what you want me to do though––I’m not a body guard for hire.”

I’m not possessive. You just belong to me, my own to do as I please. Anyone who tries to change this… will be eliminated. That’s all.

someone: who hurt you

I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that I don’t know the answer