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♢  all I want is the taste that your lips allow 

for my muse to get dared to kiss yours

                         Stars. He shouldn’t have agreed, he should never have agreed to this– damn Gerard for handing him the drink, telling him to  l o o s e n  up. He never should have listened, never should have let this happen. It’s a child’s game, one he should have never gotten involved in; wouldn’t have, if not for Kieran. But damn him, there were so many secrets wrapped up inside his head, screaming in terror at the idea of anyone probing around for answers, he took the only other alternative. DARE. 

                         He can’t even believe he’s considering this. He wouldn’t be, surely, if not for the alcohol flowing through his veins, making a  m o c k e r y  of his common sense. Everything he’s tried so hard to repress just keeps bubbling up to the surface as the idea weighs on his mind. ( Maybe, just maybe, it’s because he wants to. God, he wants to. In the deepest part of himself that he doesn’t ever acknowledge, won’t let it make it’s way to the surface. He can’t – shouldn’t – won’t. Does it even matter which? It’s certainly burning him out now. ) 

                             A faux bravery brought on by the decision-impaired liquor, and he’s moving down the hall, the others trailing shortly behind – of course they wouldn’t miss this. What is the fun of a DARE, after all, if not to witness it’s fulfillment? Certainly not one of this content. Who in their right mind springs a kiss on a princess? He’s not in his right mind though, is he now. Perhaps they want to see him fail, to watch the ensuing comedy of making an awkward encounter out of the two of them. Or perhaps they’re shoving him towards something they see, something he’s never let himself want. The thoughts are fleeting as he trails the halls – regardless, it doesn’t matter now.

                               And there she is, in her startling glory. F U C K. He didn’t think he’d find her so soon. Perhaps she was looking for him too? ( This is a mistake, he shouldn’t do this, it could ruin everything they’ve built over the years, a voice in the back of his head whispers to him. SHUT UP, a much louder voice replies. He’s inclined to agree with the second. ) 

                              ❝ Sera. ❞ he breathes her name like a prayer on his lips, with desperation and hope and longing that’s been denied for all too long. In the moment, the DARE isn’t even on his mind. All he can think about is HOW MUCH he wants to kiss her right now. And so he does.

                         ❝ I, um…. sorry. ❞  he stammers,                                                          heart pounding like a hammer inside his chest.

                                                     ( He’s not. )

send me ❅ for my muse to cuddle up next to yours while asleep on the couch.

It had been a long day of running about for the little princess, and quite frankly, she was exhausted. The dainty blonde collapsed on the couch next to her older sister without even a dash of grace, and if her mother had been around, she’d surely have received some form of sharp scolding.

But it was only the two of them; Sera, the wisest ten year old in the house—because it certainly wasn’t Dom—had been put in charge of the two younger princesses, and Eveline had stumbled off to her room for a nap hours ago. The middle princess was two years her senior, but Helene was a firecracker—wild, bright, and energetic—while Ev was a candle: warm, calm, and put to sleep just as easily as she was awakened.

Hell prided herself on the fact that her other siblings couldn’t seem to keep up, never mind the fact that the two eldest were probably pretending.

Sera’s fingers ran gently through her hair, carefully smoothing out the knots the wind had gifted her as a token of remembrance. “Tired, Hell?”  The silence’s soft voice was in her ear, but the youngest Calore’s blue eyes were closed, her head cradled in the older girl’s lap.