Eldtunga

So. 

Give me more sweet OTP things.

Give me more of Person A nuzzling into Person B’s neck because they’re cold and tired, and Person B m e l t i n g.

Give me more slow dancing with no music, arms wrapped tightly around each other, breaths mingling.

Give me more of Person A playing with Person B’s fingers because they’re bored, tracing the skin, examining the scars.

Give me more soft kisses, lips barely touching, just chaste little things that leave both parties irrationally breathless.

Give me more humming in the kitchen, making brownies at 3 AM for no reason at all.

Give me more holding hands, that simple act nearly overwhelming one or both of them, thumbs stroking over knuckles, fingers interlacing.

Give me more of Person A helping Person B with simple tasks, like brushing their hair, or putting on jewelry, where it’s obviously an excuse to be close to each other, but neither are complaining. 

Give me more picking out baby names, painting nurseries, and cradling their children.

Yes, yes we get it. Stop panicking.  It’s unseemly.

It’s the Dragons!

Hey, you got the door working.

Did you come to take them away?  I keep their bags packed.

When did the annex get a doorbell?

He’s a Dragon in a man costume?

He is a lawyer.

I have Jasmine tea.

Oh Jasmine!  Yes please.

Damn.  This was on my bucket list.

Is he trying to be like me and do the cryptic banter thing?

Preaching to the choir, bub.

You’re not a Librarian.  You’re a thief.

You people don’t appreciate art.

Oh not, it’s not dangerous.  But I think I am.

A little criticism.  Since I’ve been back, the Librarians seem a little evil.

Is he eating my extra cheese, double pepperoni?

Hate the apple, not the Librarian.

How bad can evil ______________ really be?

The real you, is a coward.

Interesting lecture from the guy who can’t decide if he’s going to be a thief or a Librarian.

I did choose.  Once.  I chose a side in a very complicated… I chose.  No good came of it.  And over the years, I chose again.  And again.  Each time, a little hope.  Lots of blood.  But nothing really changed.  I finally learned my lesson.  And I came here, just to do my work, alone.  Because why choose?  Nothing… nothing ever changes.

Because practical applications are more fun then theories.

Did you say 6?

She writes a lot in this little notebook and I pay attention.

You run around like a half wit clown.

What is going on with this day?

Is that word even in your vocabulary?

Are you ill?

Last thing we need right now is an evil you.

He’s already the worst version of himself.

You say that like it’s a bad thing.

If I hadn’t tried, I’d actually be the monster you think I am.

“Do you think we’ll make it in time?”

“Do you think it’s cooked all the way?” 

“Do you think somewhere out there, there’s aliens?” 

“Do you think it’s broken?” 

“Do you think you can fix it?” 

“Do you think at all before you speak?” 

“Do you think it’ll rain?” 

“Do you think we’ll find it?”

“Do you think someone around here will have directions?” 

“Do you think they’ll be open at this hour?”

“Do you think we should leave?” 

“Do you think we should go?” 

“Do you think there’s something wrong with me?” 

“Do you think they’ll be serving alcohol now?” 

“Do you think I could eat this entire thing in one sitting?” 

“Do you think we have a connection between us?” 

“Do you think if we met differently, we’d be friends?” 

“Do you think if we met differently, we’d be enemies?” 

“Do you think there’s alternate universes out there?”

“Do you think this book is good?”

“Do you think this movie will be good?” 

“Do you think we’ll become friends?” 

“Do you think I can afford this?” 

“Do you think there’ll be a kiss in the future?” 

“Do you think we should go out on a date?” 

“Do you think I can make that jump?” 

“Do you think I could have a hug?” 

“Do you think we’re lost?”