d o m i n a n t.

—❝Wilde, are you glaring at me? ( eyebrows raising as he’s torn between taking offense and wanting to laugh, the writer blinks his dark hues. ) That’s new. And slightly adorable, like the fact that you look for me when I’m not here…I’ve been fighting a cold these past few days, I hope you can forgive me. ( pursing his thin lips, Han averts his eyes and reaches up to rub his flushed cheeks. He’s not going to outright apologize for his absence, but his words are oddly less sarcastic than usual. )

—❝You are. ( his lazy smile is for once sincere, free of the venom that usually stains his pink lips. ) Well, the day you show me your lovely face, I’ll be sure to bother you a lot in return. Sounds fine to you, Wilde?

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Feminine features show the softest hint of displeasure; was that a compliment, or just subtle mockery? Han blinks his eyes, clears his throat and articulates his offended answer.

—❝…I am the unholy offspring of lightning and death. When the Elder Gods created the world, they used me as a model to invent the sins. They took all the evil, the venom, the bitterness they could find, and stuffed them in the body of the man who's now standing in front of you. I am not cute.

Blushes oh my--

—❝You sure are precious, kitten, worrying about my days and evenings like a concerned parent. But let me give you a little warning; I might be a patient man, still, if you hold the sweetness of your lips dear, you will stop meowing in front of me.

—❝…Am I supposed to fall on my knees and profess my undying adoration, now? ( an eyebrow is raised, eyes twinkling with malice and a placid tint of amusement. ) A wise man once declared, ‘to be able to say how much you love is to love but little’, that’s why I’m afraid I will disappoint. But he is a cute kid, isn’t he?— His presence brings joy to my broken heart.