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🪦 : what hill would they die on?

"Well, he succeeded. I will be wearing it as much as I can....Both things." In reference to the watch and the bracelet. "He is very smart, he gets that from you." Andrei points out, fully believing she was the reason for it all. "And I didn't mean to haunt you....I would have always come back to you if I had known." But that was a different time, his word had always been binding and she knew that. She knew how he saw that time and judging from the kiss that followed, he was glad she didn't hold any ill will towards it still. Everything in the moment was testing his patience it seemed, the idea of the possible present she had for him was tempting as hell and he knew they had to plan around Luca. "I'll keep that in mind...." He says, idea already forming in his mind. Though conversation was soon cut short by the sound of smaller feet onto the hard stairs and floor came running in their direction. Andrei wasn't going to complain about that, it bringing a smile to his face as he picked up his son in his arms. His own words thanking his son, asking how he knew what to get him and so on. What he hadn't expected to get in all of that was a hint on what to get Cass and that started to make the Romanian smile more. Knowing his son's memories, something he got from his mother, he knew to put a pin in that away from her ears so he could have more information on just what he should get her for her own birthday. A chuckle leaves him as he nods, seeing exactly what she was doing. "Fair enough." He says, putting their son down so she could take him. "I won't be gone long, I promise." A wink given to Luca and a smile given to Cass, he makes his way to the home gym but in the walk he pulls out his phone. Cezar dialed immediately to ask if he could take Luca for the night, something it seemed the blond had expected and agreed to. It was in that moment he knew she had called him first. His head shook with an amused chuckle and smile before getting to his workout. It was an easier one for the day, due to everything else that happened and what was to happen. It's then he walks back into the kitchen with the same smile as before, watching the two interact. "So, should I shower or is breakfast ready?"

❛   hm good. and he gets it from us both agápi mou ...   ❜ words a husky response: as sure he loved to give her credit for luca's brains. but she knew it was the dangerous blend of them both. all piled into one child who didn't miss a damn thing. forever keeping his parents on their toes. still she smiles softly, a small melancholic tint to the edges despite herself. ❛   i know. we can't change the past. just make our future better ....   ❜ her words proof of how she was slowly trying to stop blaming herself for her choices. for her decisions in pushing him away. she couldn't change them, she couldn't go back and kick her own ass as much as she wished she could. all she could do was build the now. [ and today was another step in doing just that.  ]  ❛   m'outnumbered here in this aren't i !!   ❜ she quips. already guessing andrei was going to use luca's words, and his memories for her birthday. and there wasn't much she could do against such a thing. she'd pull the same move. and it's why she chuckles softly as her and luca head to the kitchen to work on the breakfast, she'd already excused the chef's for the day. wanting to do today herself with luca. a feat that is accomplished with only a small amount of flour ending up smudged over their sons face, which was a new accomplishment from how it usually was. turning, a wide smile on her face she hums softly. ❛   breakfast is ready. plus i like you sweaty !!   ❜ yeah, she really wasn't helping his patience today. in the slightest. but truly when did she ever do that. she's just thankful that luca was busy singing along with the radio thus for once, her words went straight over the five year olds head. they did not need that conversation just yet.

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A huff left him at her reply, not giving her much else to go on as he wasn’t in the mood to entertain. Standing up to his full height, slowly, he let her walk by but he didn’t look away. Watchful eye remained on her until she was out of sight and he let himself roll his shoulders, move a little more without having to worry much for his winces when he did so. He pulled out his phone soon after, shooting a message easily that he was alive and needed to be picked up nearby. Only then did he pocket his phone and move towards where she went as he didn’t entirely trust her to be alone now that he was up and about. “You won’t follow.” He says, now standing in the door way. “Once I’m gone, this never happened.”

her eyebrow hitches, as he walks into the kitchen. the glass of water in her hand, stopping against her lips as she looks at him. the way her gaze was level, but at the same time. she had to shut down quite quickly, a part of her that reared to life, so quick it made her head spin. his demanding nature, and the clipped delivery of his words. was something in another scenario, a completely different one. would have had her melting to the fucking floor. but she has to silence it. as so not the right time. [ or any fucking time really. given they didn't like each other. ] taking a large gulp of the water: as though it can wash away the sins, that had come to life in her mind. she nods, absentmindedly. ❛  I know, 'm not stupid or believing this is anything more than just what it was ....   ❜ she comments with a shrug. but really, she needed to tell her fucking mind that right now. as she worked to get it back out, of the rated r era it had,  quite happily wandered into.

as someone who had dabbled in gardening, she feels a brief tinge of sympathy for the neighbor. no blame or accusations would come from her, only the raise of a single eyebrow. "do i want to ask what she did to deserve it?" there may not be a reason yet she couldn't help being curious. damage control's more caleb's thing than hers which payne seemed to need more often than not. her area of expertise is more of a tolerant acceptance than instigation.

#𝙿. 𝙱 ⸻ she did feel sympathy, for what she did. and the fact that caleb had to do damage control. but to the half demon it was also just what the other woman deserved. maybe from now on, she'll learn when to shut the fuck up. though that was just wishful thinking on her part. ❛   technically it was a loss of control on my part. i tend to blow things up when annoyed, or when people yap in a voice fifty octaves higher then they need too ....   ❜

In all honesty he could win all the games if he wanted but that drew too much attention to himself, which was the last thing he needed. But if there was one thing Alec was, it was being sincere. Even if he wasn’t being entirely honest by omitting certain facts, he could still at least sympathize and be sincere enough in his words that they meant something. A small huff left him, almost a chuckle but barely there at her words as he nodded. “That would be the dream wouldn’t it? Sadly one that will never happen.” He knows, he’s been alive far too long to see how people treated one another. He was, however, thankful that the conversation didn’t get too deep or heavy. The smirk helped show that and he couldn’t help his brow arch at the mention of working on cars. “Oh really? You do that? I’m impressed, not many people do that themselves now a days. At least it feels that way.”

she didn't care: if his answer was sincere or not, or if he was omitting details. it wasn't her place to know. she was simply a bartender who ended up offering him a conversation. secrets were all their own. heaven knows she was hiding enough of her own, to fill a damn book. ❛   ain't that the truth ....   ❜ she quips. raising a new shot in his direction before throwing it back. thankful he buys the way she didn't want the conversation to get too heavy. it hadn't been her intention. [   she was just guilty of letting her thoughts be spoken out loud too much. given the war she was talking about was her own.  ]  still she smirks softly: as she looks at the scotsman, lithe shoulders rolling in a shrug for a moment as she hums. ❛   nah they don'. and if they do they turn a classic into a catastrophe. which makes me wanna just string em up and why i make sure to replace all cars to their classic heritage ....   ❜

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Andrei had to take the attention off of him, not liking the vulnerability he was showing. It was why he brought up her own fight, noticing her own hints of pain despite her brave face. It's her answer, however, that makes him lift his head and have green gaze meet her's as she looks down at him. He wasn't entirely sure how to respond with that and it can be seen for a moment as he looks over her features, letting the words register in his mind before he swallows. "....I guess." He finally says, arm moving to hold his side. "I'm not really....sure where to go so...I guess you can pick. I don't know the city." He looks over to the empty doorway, wondering where his own father was. "But after he takes care of everything."

❛   mine can be tomorrow's conversation ....   ❜ she offers, showing she wasn't shoving it aside simply to not talk about it. he supported her as strongly as she did him after all. but she knew bringing up the fact, that she'd won her match. and was now the number one contender for her belt. would feel like acid in his wounds. even if he wouldn't intend to feel bad about it, he would. thus the conversation could wait. the pain of a simple conversation could be delayed for another time. her mind once more wanting to protect him. from anymore emotional pain. [ even if he didn't know what was what she was doing. ] she nods softly at his words. she had an idea of somewhere to eat, somewhere that would offer privacy and them to disappear for a little while. to allow them all to recover from the emotional turmoil's of the past few days. standing up, she hisses softly at the pull on her ribs, her hand falling against his shoulder to steady herself. before she offers a small smile. ❛  want me to go grab him ....   ❜ head inclined to the door. her offer to find his father, veiled in multiple meanings. the main being so he could be seen too. but also to give him some peace and silence if he wished it. to put those walls up, without her around. that and of course, she needed to go find her own painkillers. to ease the tension, stirring in her rib cage.