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“I would suggest you not try my patience—it’s already worn way too thin.”

immortals getting clingy and needy because you have so little time we need to make the most of it

and their lovers being like chill i’ve still got like fifty years and we’ve already spent decades together we’ve been like all around the world by now but rly all I need is you

and just, no, you don’t understand that’s not nearly enough for all the things I want to show you please why are you slowing down I know but you’re tired a lot lately wait no

me: does it come in pink?

Honoring the dead was a practice as old as time—one that never faded, no matter how many centuries might pass. It strengthened some—weakened others.

What would it do to her?

As he watched her, he found himself wishing that he could give her what the fucking  fairy had—time spent with the sister she had lost, an illusion of happiness that might dull the sharp edge of her pain. Though his demeanor might suggest he was unfeeling towards her plight, it—like so many other things about him—was merely a façade.

He understood her pain

He understood her grief.

He felt the same way about his son.

Eons of existence did not erase one’s primal instincts—no matter how much he might try to shove them aside. He missed  his son—he had for centuries; not the insane creature the child had become, but the bright, eager boy who had followed in his footsteps, watching him with pride filled eyes.

I’m sorry I failed you, nire semea.

[I’ll go—]  he reached out with his mind, caressing hers as he moved towards her—offering her comfort the only way he could. [—when we return… I’ll send Fade and Lor to collect her remains and bring them here. We will be bury her next to my son.]

Every day she was reminded that Alina was gone and each time she was she had to contend with the guilt that she had spent time – happy. There were often nights she dreamed of her, dreams so real she wakes up and jumps out of bed to rush to her sister – only to get half way to the door before she finds she is down below the garage in Barron’s lair and often alone. God, in those moments she felt – so alone. That’s why she wanted him to go with them to Ashford in the end, because no matter what she said – it was for her benefit. In a world where she often felt lost in her grief, lost in wishing for another day with her sister – it was Jericho Barrons who reminded her she wasn’t alone. However it wasn’t until she lifted her head that she was reminded how true that was. It was a slight change in demeanor but she caught it – his back wasn’t as straight, the lines of his face had softened, and some of the fire had left his eyes. How long he had lived, how many people he must have lost and she knew for a fact he felt the pain ----- his son. She had seen him grieve the boy first hand, felt his pain in that desert and the heart shattering guilt that had gone with it. His usual demeanor made it so easy to forget such things sometimes, even for her – one of the few she guesses who glimpses at his moments of weakness. When he approached she was wary, not being his touch or closeness was unwanted but sometimes – joining their islands made her nervous. Fear of rejection reeling its ugly head. However when his mind caressed her’s almost like a lovers embrace in itself she relaxed. His words surprised her, not only his agreement to go but his plan to have her buried next to his boy. She knew this man better than either of them often give her credit for – she knew what that meant. It was his way of saying he understood it all, the need to honor Alina, the pain that barely seemed to ever ease. He understood it and he wanted to help her through it the only way he knew how. Thank you Jericho…. She said silently as she reached up and caressed his face with the back of her hand, the other resting above his softly thudding heart. She often wished he wouldn’t hide his pain from her; that he would let her offer him comfort for his loss. Even though she knew it wasn’t in his nature to do so – she just hated not being able to help the man she loved through such a loss. She hated that she hadn’t been able to save that beautiful little boy that even in the few moments she had seen him she had felt the need to protect. Her hands traveled to rest on the back of his neck. They will rest together.. She then lifted her bare feet onto her tip toes and pressed her lips against his – offering to take a little of his pain, share in his grief the only real way she knew how. You’re not alone Jericho. The words caressing his mind softly before she could stop them. Neither of them where alone anymore…

He watched her, dark eyes narrowing as they caught the subtle change in her demeanor; his immediate reaction was a surge of primal lust. He took a step towards her—only to freeze at the mention of the Highlander’s name. Automatically, his hands curled into fists as he struggled to control the reflexive action to claim what was his.  Being close to her on such a frequent basis meant balancing on the edge of a razor sharp blade—never letting her see what was hidden away beneath his human skin.

“Ah yes—never mind the fact you wouldn’t have known where to find the bloody thing if it weren’t for me. I suppose you think your MacKeltar could have led you to it, don’t you?The million dollar question is—would he have let you keep one of the Seelie Hallows… or would he have claimed it for his clan?”” 

Mac walked back into the public area of the store, now holding a wash cloth with ice to her forehead. She actually took a moment to look him up and down – beneath his usual cool and collected demeanor he looked almost… on edge.” Maybe, but you also wouldn’t have been able to get it without me – maybe you need to realize we are a fucking team in this Barrons, partners!” If he stopped treating her like a pawn in a game of chess, maybe she would actually trust him more. She made her way over to the sitting area and leaned back on the sofa as the rest of his words sunk in. Fixing him with a raised eyebrow, her soft blue eyes boring into his dark hues like she was trying to figure out how he ticked. Watch out, someone who didn’t know better would call you jealous. She said silently.