#darcen

“So nothing. So did I. I don’t think it matters anymore. You clearly don’t care enough for it to, and honestly? I don’t know if I do anymore either.” Darcen retorts, a hand going into his pocket, pulling a cigarette out and lighting it with a snap of his fingers as he puts it in between his lips. 

Darcen’s eyes close, the buzzing just slightly infiltrating on his thinking for a moment as he feels Stiles’ lips against his own, gently pulling her closer to him for a moment before pulling away and looking down at her. 

Darce shrugs, before realising that his sister was in fact going in for a hug. That’s when he changed, moving his arms to wrap around his sister’s frame carefully. “Trying... to figure out necromancy.” He says with a huff. 

Darcen’s only reaction is to break into a soft kind of laughter, letting his hand raise to run through his hair, pushing the mane out of his face. “Real clever. Hurtful, really.” He mumbles 

Now that dinner was over, he had parked on the side, looking at the house that he and her now lived together in, and bit into his lip. “Open the door...” He whispers to her softly, moving behind her and moving the hair to one side of her neck before leaning down and softly kissing there. 

The second the daughter of Aphrodite put the music on and started swaying and moving closer and closer to him, he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Then she was pressing her body against his, moving his arms to hold onto her hand and the small of her back, still holding her close. But then, she started trying to properly teach. and he shakes his head. “This is a terrible idea...” 

Darcen raises an eyebrow at his father, hands curling into themselves tight, as if holding onto something there. “That so?” He asks softly, voice hushed. “You are the one who hands everyone what they are worth? Is that how it is? Or can I do that too?”