#{.interaction

Growing up Morgan spent lots of time on the Rollins farm. Running through the fields with Hazel, bugging Bennett and Colton, following Dinah around everywhere. She knew the farm like the back of her hand. So when she got there this afternoon, it was easy for her to find Bennett. Working as usual she made her way over to him. “Got time for a break with your favorite cousin? I brought goodies.” She smiled holding up the bag she’d brought along with her.

It....It’s fine if you don’t want to put on the disguise...I’m already used to seeing Zim out of his and well, this...doesn’t really feel different. 

[ Truely, is isn’t. He’s seen and done enough crazy stuff before so, seeing another Irken without a disguise is...pretty normal to him. He starts walking out of the lab but turns to face Pax. ]

Coming?

[She wipes her flour stained gloves off on a small apron around her waist and runs to him. Screaming can’t be good.]

DEAR IRK ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!

[She hits her head on the doorframe on the way in, she pays no mind to it.]

Oh my irk you’re bleeding! How did you get this cut?! oh my...

“If you hate it so much, then why do you do it”, she asked him. Her head tilted to the side as she tried to ponder his predicament. Fortunately for her, her parents and brothers had been nothing but supportive of her magical abilities, and she couldn’t imagine what it would be like if they would have made her choose. “I mean, I know your parents are rather”, Em stopped. Bigoted was the word she really wanted to use, but she’d rather not offend him. Especially when he was being so kind. “Old fashioned. But just because they’re old fashioned, it doesn’t mean you have to do everything they said.”

— ✴︎ Regulus sighed, “ I haven’t really had much of a choice... ” he shrugged. “ And where would I go if I left ? ” he murmured. “ Anyways, it’s too late, now. I’ve already dug my grave, ” Regulus sighed. Switching sides would sign his death warrant, surely. But he wanted to. He just didn’t know how. “ Bigoted ? ” he asked. “ It’s more than just that they believe it. I don’t have the choice to be who I want to be, and still survive. At least not anymore. And I didn’t realise that I didn’t believe in it all until it was too late. ” 

Once the woman’s eyes were closed, he grinned and popped the key in to unlock the door and swing it open. Around the room sat beautiful bouquets of roses and various gifts. The entry hall table sat a diamond bracelet and metal ice bucket already filled with a chilled bottle of Dom Perignon. The bathroom smelled of lavish vanilla, decorated with bath bombs and body scrubs that the scent always reminded him of her skin. Then, on the bed sat two lingerie sets that she could take home with her, not even having to wear for him and two sleep masks. He led her in, letting her look around to take it all in. 

“Okay-- you can open your eyes now, Lacey.” @lacey-lay