LE FAUCHEUSE.

“Does it… matter… what kind of Valentine’s chocolate you get someone?” She was debating between two large heart shaped boxes. “I just… Want to make sure I’m not messing this up.”

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Maria isn’t sure why, but this old man––one as old as her grandfather, maybe a bit younger, she isn’t sure––puts her nerves on edge and she is glad to have met him in The Witching Hour. A smile is put on and a friendly wave is given.

“Hello, uu! Welcome to The Witching Hour, a place for all magical needs. We’ve got candies, perfumes, tarot cards and candles; and much more!!”

« ⌘ |[ If he can’t have a gun, he might as well try some other method of killing, maybe one that’s savory like stabbing is.  He’s never dealt with poison before... but he’s about to, if he can manage to get it.

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     “What was that rumbling…an earthquake?” Kurotsuno mumbles to herself as she steps out of her apartment. Bedraggled with bags under her eyes, it’s clear that she’s been getting a little too much sleep as of late. When no more aftershocks come, she wonders if it was just her imagination. She always gets a little weird when she’s sleepy.

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∃【☝✌💧❄☜☼】─  You are still a monster. The thought bats in his mind for a few moments longer, as Gaster slips the blooded sword back in its scabbard. A breath, inhale, exhale. “The man tried to steal from me. Tried to… tried to hurt me,” he says outloud, as if his voice alone would be enough to scare the Void-licked thoughts away. A pause, it seems to quiet, then, eyelights avoiding the body before him. Satisfied, he turns- -and stops in his tracks. “Ah...” he gulps, staring at the stranger before him. “I was not talking to you, if… if you are wondering…”

THE GIRL WITH THE DRAGON TATTOO STARTERS. || ACCEPTING.

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➳ |{ …He doesn’t see it coming, not even a little bit – he wonders if his profiling skills are getting rusty, but then thinks better of it and attributes his lack of foresight to the particularly distracting weight of Foyet’s hand at his back. 

Foyet’s mouth hits his own and Hotch’s brain soundly short-circuits. 

Hotch’s eyes close on instinct, a surprised little sound muffled by the kiss. He worries, distantly, if they’re going to get run over by the other guests, standing so obviously in the way – and then Foyet moves a little closer and he stops worrying about anything at all. 

He’s a horrifically good kisser. Hotch hates everything.

« ⌘ |[ The kiss lasts for quite some time, growing warmer as Foyet’s hands decide to wander, and while nobody decides to barrel into the two of them, Tisiphonos curls up between Aaron and Foyet’s feet and waits for the yucky to stop, screeching to hurry it up.

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➳ |{ He still doesn’t know how Foyet managed to convince him to come as his plus one, but as they near the mansion Hotch suddenly finds himself unable to complain. The cold bites through his suit (bought for him by Foyet himself, a curious and possibly selfish act of altruism), making Foyet’s hand, pressed to the small of his back, the only source of warmth Hotch is currently afforded. He’s struck silent with wonder as they pass through the doors. 

It’s beautiful. 

He remembers, suddenly, just how long it’s been since he’s been to a dance, let alone a ball. Everything is bright, and music and the wild hum of voices seep from the ballroom beyond. Hotch is half-breathless with the magic of it.   It’s a bit ironic that he’s accompanying his own arch-enemy somewhere so undeniably romantic. Fate seems to have a sense of humor. 

« ⌘ |[ Foyet keeps Aaron close, his hand at the small of Aaron’s back nearly gripping him.  He’s excited––he’s nervous, even, if he thinks about it for a little too long.  There are so many people here, so many possible victims, but his nemesis is right beside him, his plus-one to this event.  He loves making things ironic and horrible.  Tisiphonos toddles along at his side, chittering lightly in complaint about the cold.

          “Here we are,” Foyet murmurs after flashing his invitation to a security guard and stepping inside with Aaron.  “Doc and the rest of ‘em did a nice job with the decorating, I gotta say.” The palace itself, once they make their way into the main room, is absolutely gorgeous, fitting for such a glitzy kind of event.  

          He glances over at Aaron, sees his ever-so-slightly awestruck face, and chuckles.  It’s kind of cute to see, Foyet has got to admit.  “Come back down to earth, Hotchner.  I got somethin’ for ya.” As soon as the man turns even a bit, he lays the present on him.

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the young genius watched his boyfriend (the word still tasted strangely sweet to him), and he played, the sound so beautiful among the others, and he closed his eyes just for a second. he felt a familiar presence close beside him.  he doesn’t tense, but he glances, unperturbed, from where he was watching the other man on stage. 

“i feel like i will regret this, but–” a sigh, “what do you want, foyet?” the question isn’t angry, not even annoyed. if anything, he sounds peaceful, relaxed. “surely hotch misses you?” a dry scoff.

« ⌘ |[ “Just wanted to say hey ‘cuz I saw you,” Foyet shrugs slightly, adjusting his suit jacket for a moment.  “Hotch went to get a drink.  I think he needs it; he’s been stiff as a fuckin’ board ever since we walked in together.” He laughs a little as he reminisces.