#soulsofcaos

Nick reacted with a harsh palm against Harvey's face, pushing him back a step. "Easy, farm boy. While I don't mind the sexual persistence," Nick admitted, "I prefer my mortal make out sessions free of compulsion." Nick knew a love curse when he saw it. "What did you take?"

Nick slid his finger along the unruly curl beneath Harvey’s ear: an umber semi-circle that matched the rings in his eyes. Nick sighed gently. They’d been through this before. “I’ve got my heart made up on you, mortal. No one else.” 

“Harvey . . . did it work? Did you find your dad?” 

“Theo?” Robin pulled on the sherpa-collared denim jacket as the wind began to pick up outside. The pointed tips of his ears twitched. “Are you sure Harvey doesn’t mind me borrowing his clothes? I mean, I can give them back if he needs. It’ll take me two seconds.” A mischievous grin slowly overtook the hobgoblin’s face. “I’ll be quick.”