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"Is it dusty in here?" Claire asked, poking at books and jars of things. "It's definitely dusty in here."

She trailed after Cole, trying not to disturb anything; she'd lived with a witch long enough to know not to touch the weird jars. or books. or anything. "Uh, what were we looking for?"

She turned in the- whatever this was, work room, store room, library-  trying not to disturb anything. and that was of course why she knocked a jar of something off the end of the table.  The glass shattered, and a puff dust (probably magic dust, oops), rose up in a cloud from cole's feet.

The twins were in bed, and Claire had a cup of tea steaming in her hand. She smiled at Cole when he came into the living room; it was his turn to tuck the kids in tonight. She'd never admit hat she was extra quite making tea, when it was his turn, so she could listen to him talk the children to sleep. He was gentle, loving, funny; he reminded her of how her own father had been, before.

"Fancy a cuppa?" She asked, nodding to the cup she'd left by his chair. 

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He took her hand, squeezing it reassuringly as he took them away from the villa. He’d inform Lucia that other arrangements were being made. But for now the priority was keeping them safe. 

And off the top of his head there was only one place Cole thought he could do that. In hardly a moment they were standing in the front hall of a small house. Modestly decorated, but it was clear that it had been mostly unused for some time. The smell of cinnamon lingered in the air and Cole took a deep breath as he released Claire’s hand. 

"We’re in Reading, in England. About thirty minutes west of London, but it’s best if you keep a low profile. I’ll inform her Majesty of your whereabouts, but otherwise we shouldn’t say much." His eyes are lowered and he walks toward the stairs. "There are three guest rooms. We can set the twins up in one and then you’ll have your choice of the other two. I hope this is… better." 

His voice is a bit distant as he speaks, and his glance falls into the living room. To the mantle. A picture of him an Allison on their wedding day still sat there, but he tore his eyes away with a sigh. 

She's listened to him explain, nodding, and followed his eyes as they fell on a picture. A pretty blond in a beautiful gown kissing Cole. Her gaze shifted back to his face, her mouth dropping open.

"Is this-?" she started to ask, but thought better of it. She of all people knew some wounds don't heal; scar tissue doesn't develop over them because they remain open and hurting. Instead, she put a hand on his wrist, fingers cool and almost shaking. 

Who is the first to apologize after a fight? It depends on the fight. Cole would if he didn't think it was a necessary point he was making. 

Who is the stubborn one? Sophie. Sophie all the way.

Do they cuddle? I think he cuddled with her right after Rich's accident when she was crying and stuff.

Do they tell each other everything? If not what do they keep from one another? Sophie doesn't tell him, but he finds out anyway. Perks of being her bodyguard.

Who usually brings the junk food when one is upset? Cole brings chocolate for Sophie, and Sophie makes tea for Cole.

Do they hold hands? Nah.

How comfortable are they with one another? I think Sophie is as comfortable as she can be with him.

Send me ➣ and my character will react to yours slapping a pair of handcuffs on my character's wrists.

If we kissed:

[x] This wouldn’t happen.--I don't think this would happen, would it?

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[x] Kiss you back. It would be rude not to kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[x] Slap/Push you away.--I wouldn't push or slap you, but I would be kinda concerned.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[x] Um no.--You're a great guy and all, but, er, yeah, no.

[] YES.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[x] Sure.

[x] YES.--I love cuddles okay. I wonder if you're a good cuddler.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[x] No.--I don't think good things would happen if we did.

Should you reblog this?:

[x] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.