DEMETRIUS

          “hmmm hmmm—…” she’ll just poke at his hand.

     “what love? do you want to hold my hand or see it?”

                ❝Can I help you?❞

               ❝I’m looking for a... mechanic? That the word?❞

          “tell me ‘m pretty,”

        “you’re very pretty april.”

         headbutts as a sign of affection.

      gently headbutts her back.

                                   ‘ why are you bothering me? ‘

                                  ‘ why do you assume i’m bothering you? ‘

      “i’m used to it. a lot of my big brothers and sisters have names i can’t pronounce very well,”

      “do you not have nicknames for them?”

“Not exactly. No. — What are you?”

❛I’m a siren.”❜

“Mm… how could I forget?” The Seer’s tone wasn’t cold as much as distant, unusual for her usually motherly personality. “You haven’t been visiting lately, has your wound healed up?”

“You would do well not to forget,” he stated as he looked at her. He lifts his shirt to reveal the thin scar across his abdomen. “It has healed up. Do you have any wounds?”

Anna was scared, she had just been out for a ride when she was grabbed and dropped here. She knew Elsa wouldn’t notice she was gone for a day or so, as the two had a fight before she left out this afternoon. Glancing up at the man, she tried to hide her shaking with adjusting her dress, which was at this point slightly torn as was her bodice and the cloke she had once been wearing, even her tiara was crooked amungst her red curls.

"Here, this is better than that for you. I’m guessing that one of my people grabbed you and left you for me to deal with. Where you trespassing?”