"CAROLINE, BABY, PLEASE," he starts, hand up to press against her stomach, doing his best to hold her at bay. He has to admire her, but jesus fucking christ, he's pretty sure he's on the verge of a panic attack. "Blue might listen to me, but we both know she's not your biggest fan." And the feeling was mutual, he knew that, but maybe she had more faith in his ability to control the raptors than he did. He was pretty good at it, when he wasn't terrified she was about to get eaten. "You're too pretty to get eaten."

REGRET SURGES INTO HIS THROAT, but he knows that at the end of the day, there's no choice. The world needs him, and if he had the power to stop a disaster from happening, he needed to do it. And maybe he kept disappearing on her, but that was because he didn't have a choice. Not in his eyes at least. She didn't know why, not with any concrete evidence, at least, and he didn't know how to tell her. How did you tell someone you were an alien without sounding like you needed to go on some sort of medication? And he didn't think Caroline would call him crazy, knew full heartedly that she would believe him, even if it sounded fake, but he had never told anyone before. Didn't know how to say it. "I'll be back," he promises, voice quiet as he looks down at her. "I just- I have to go."

we vibe in this house lia

His lips quirk up into a lopsided grin as he shoots her a look. "Shuri wants to cut it," he starts, before glancing around them and shaking his head. "I don't trust her near my head with scissors."

"IT'S NOT THAT BAD." Ok, it is, but he wasn't going to admit to that. There's a barely-there moment of pause, before a grin creeps across his face, and he knows that she's going to get mad at him for it, but it doesn't stop his arm from going around her waist before she can blink, tugging her against his chest as his head cocks to the side. "And you will be joining me, yes?" Wanda was always talking about it, how he expected to be able to keep pushing Caroline's buttons without her snapping at him, but Pietro loved pushing her buttons. It was one of his favorite pastimes, doing things that he knew would make that little line appear between her eyebrows. "What is Xanax? Is it something from one of your books?"

              he's surprised she didn't accuse him of drugging it. progress was progress, though he's insulted by her response. just when he thought there was hope for her and she disses his favorite alcohol. "how can you be a vampire and still have no taste? it's downright unnatural, blondie."

“is this day also lasting forever for you?”