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      “I told you that you’d be smitten,” Shelby chides easily and the effortless nature in which she’s so uncharacteristically relaxed should be enough to tune Laurent in that she agrees with the fervent sentiment. She has never been one for anything more than spurious dalliances, relationships that had a firm expiration date, but she also had never quite expected she’d fall into bed with Laurent Bernard either; life full of whimsical and perplexing surprises. She had learned to take these instances day by day and accept them with more honey as opposed to vinegar; a new leaf she’d chalk it up to. Shelby wasn’t young anymore and hell, in regards to Red Creek and its rampantly prowling quietus, she was probably considered damned geriatric for having made it thus far. Still, the Fontaine was a glutton for resistance, her entire life teeming with nettlesome bouts where she tested the sensitive boundaries of those around her.Â
      “Can’t you just live in the moment? See where the days take us?” A fondness lurks in her eyes and she’d surely smite him if the fellow witch dared point it out, grinning softly despite flippant extempore. “Not everything needs a thoroughly calculated plan with all the routes and possibilities overturned, you know?” Shelby is irrevocably challenging, a trait that would never be snuffed out, a troublesome expression settling on the mien.Â
          Shelby’s entitled to her own opinion, but it doesn’t mean Laurent has to agree with it. This is how the two often scour for dominance, resulting in them not leveling in the needs and wants necessary for them to preservere. What Laurent’s bent on is a partner that seeks for longevity under a robust family dynamic. He craves the elements of secureness to keep him afloat. Shelby has an individualistic ability to rattle Laurent’s cage, finding difficulty in the appropriate words to not retaliate against her childish remarks. “I’m going to regret doing anything if you keep throwing this in my face,” he brought out, immediately palming his forehead out of annoyance brewing. Needless to say, their time together has been exciting; he encounters new discoveries about Shelby every day, persistent in exploring her further. The father and widow in him, though, is enticed on establishing a permanent situation if this is how they’ll coordinate for the foreseeable future. He’s already agreed to easing her pain from the other members of the Fontaine family, happily removing and protecting her from an already toxic situation, however what else can he do to maintain the smoothness in their tracks?Â
       Maintaining steady eye contact with raised eyebrows, the former witch expressed glumly, “We’ve been dating for months. You know my children. I know you in and out — literally.” Physically and emotionally at that, too. Rather than gauging into the specifics of his implications, Laurent maintained a considerable amount of character, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I want a home. Something reliable... pure. How is it that I cater to you; I mean, I fuck and care for you day in and out yet you still want to live in the moment?” Switching to becoming tight-lipped, lethargically, Laurent dwelled silently. Their conversation isn’t enough to argue, but enough for him to feel baffled.












