We Queens of Kings

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Isabelle Purefoy has appeared! What to do?

Scare

Run away

Cuddle

Hug

stolen from: @deity-of-calamity​

@qceensofkings asked “I don’t think arms are supposed to bend that way…” ((for James, from Isa))

James looks down at his arm and then back at Izzy with a tilted head “Don’t you have something in that magic bag of tricks of yours that can fix this Iz? I mean really I guess I could set it myself but that would put us behind schedule and you know how much I love things like that.” He cocks an eyebrow at her and then smirks “This one still had quite a lot of fight left in him, you know how I love the ones with fire in their eyes.”

Isabelle lets her hands gently hover over his arm, looking up at him, “I could try something.” She agrees with a nod, “Though I can’t guarantee it’ll be comfortable.” The brunette murmurs as she glances over him to look for other wounds and injuries. “Mhmm,” She hums with a small smirk, “I vaguely remember being one of them at one point, hmm?”

“What would I have to do to convince you then love? Another kiss perhaps  or something more interesting like a shoulder or foot rub?” Gabriel then smirks at her and shakes his head “If I have to do anything to distract you from work then maybe I’m not doing life right because I would think that just having the joy of my presence would be enough for you to get the work out of the way.” He chuckles and cocks an eyebrow at her “Of course I could be the wrong brother at the moment.”

“Any chance you can spoil a girl with a kiss and a shoulder rub?” Isabelle grins as she looks up at him curiously, biting her bottom lip to tease him as she gives him a good lookover. The brunette leans forward on her elbow to give him a proper glance down her shirt. A soft scoff from her as she shakes her head, “You’re never the wrong twin, sweetheart.”

“of course i’ll get you one,” he promises. “we’ll go to the park and you can pick one out.” he doubted that he could get her pregnant since he was a dead man revived into a demon. but that didn’t mean they couldn’t adopt.

“our child will be the greatest killer this world has seen,” he tells her with a smile. “we’ll raise it to be like us, to enjoy the thrill of murder. we’ll even let it pick out it’s own act within the carnival.”

Isabelle smiles at his words, leaning into him more as her arms wrap around his neck. She presses a kiss to his cheek and then his lips. She understands it may be complicated or impossible for them to have their own child. But still taking one in and raising it as theirs isn’t a terrible alternative. 

A soft purr as she nuzzles him, “You’re gonna be a great dad.” She murmurs softly, “You make me feel so lucky.’

“Well yeah, that’s what a lot of people do when they have one in the oven, right?”