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That - was a bit of a reaction and though the more logical reaction may have been to either stand still or run the heck away, he found himself slowly approaching the small dark-haired girl, hands held up in the air to either side of his body, trying to let her know that he was of no threat but this had to be the first time someone had aimed a gun at him like this. He was much better at dealing with threats from shadows and phantoms but - there was something that called out to him. Something that attempted to let him know that this girl needed help. “I didn’t mean to surprise you - I was following my cat”, he explained, glancing around the area and seeing where Morgana had leapt up onto the fence, licking at a paw and acting all innocent, “...I must have startled you, that wasn’t my intention at all”. He glanced back towards her, trying to make out if he’d seen her around the school or neighbourhood before, but surely he would have remembered someone with as pretty eyes as she had. “Morgana”, he called out, adding a small click to his tongue to make the call seem a little more like how you’d call for the attention of your pet, “Come on, let’s get going home now” “Only if we stop off at the pancake place”. He purred and leapt down by his feet, Akira glaring at him slightly. He could have easily been shot and he still had yet to work out just why he’d been lead here. He just opened his bag to let the cat jump inside before standing to leave. “Just be careful, alright? You shouldn’t be pointing that around so openly...even if it is a fake - it’s real enough to get you arrested”.

Random Love - Always Welcomed!

A sleepy smile is all that forms as he feels the gentle warm lips of his angel being pressed against his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, feeling the vibrations of the silent giggles to be held in by the girl who hovered over him, his smile growing as their fingers were drawn together, his large, slightly injured hands wrapping fingers to rest between her perfect smaller frame, tired amber eyes slowly blinking open as a dark curtain of hair ticked at the side of his face. He chuckled lightly, freeing one hand to reach up and place his hand gently around the back of her head, pulling his angel down for a tender kiss before softly returning the morning greeting with a nuzzle of his own. “Morning, Angel. Sleep well?”

With one of his usual cheeky grins, he shifted to sit up, reaching out to wrap his arms around Mary’s waist and pull her closer to sit in his lap, nuzzling into the side of her neck before his teeth latched onto skin, nipping her gently before he chuckled and kissed at her neck instead. “I love you”, he whispered, a phrase he said every morning and night without fail since the girl had first moved into the bunker with him, a phrase he meant with every part of his being, that he wanted her to know was a truth that never changed as the days passed by before them.

Send in “♟” to find my muse in a maid dress

“You say one single word about this and I will rip out your tongue”, he snapped out as soon as Mary had entered the room. He sat in front of his monitors, tapping away as though his life depended on it - nothing out of the ordinary there to be seen, but the outfit he wore was something different and was no doubt the reason as to the threat to have been spit out in her direction.

He sighed, reaching up to brush hair out from his eyes as he glared at the flashes of code to appear before him. Seemed as though Saeyoung was finally launching an attack against his own hacking...and somehow he was winning against him? No! No! He was not about to lose to this waste of space! The redhead was never going to win against him again! “Do something useful”, he snapped towards Mary, but honestly he was a lot less menacing looking when wearing a skimpy maid outfit, Get me a change of clothes for a start. Be an actual assistant for once in your useless life!”

It would forever amuse him, the manner in which she seemed to believe that she still had some say over what was to happen to her, over what he was allowed to do to her. What was so difficult to understand about the fact that she was his doll and that meant he could do anything he wished? He wanted to watch as she fell apart, as that last spark disappered from her eyes - as she realised that she was alone in this world, that no ones was going to come rushing to her aid. Not that red-head. No one. All she had was him and she should be thankful that he still wanted her around. He laughed as he was pushed away, surprised that she was still able to pull up enough courage to fight against him like that. Cutting her off from the others should have robbed her of the will to keep on fighting and yet here she was, yelling at him, thinking that he gave any fuck about what she was thinking. He reached up and wrapped fingers tightly in Mary’s hair, yanking her away from the wall in order to toss her to the ground instead, his foot soon kicking hard into her side.

Mornings were blissful for a number of reasons. Both twins not being morning people was one of those. Seven laid half draped over the table, muttering to Mary about something that she seemed to only be paying half attention to as Saeran sat near them playing with Java. He maybe should have made a comment about having the cat at the table, or telling Seven to sit up and maybe check on his children but instead he just walked over to Min, wrapping an arm gently around the woman’s waist as he leaned in close for a good morning kiss. 

There were a million and one reasons as to why he shouldn’t be there but when was he ever to listen to such rules? He’d sneaked away from the bunker, following his heart towards the girl who once was his, only for the Gods to snatch her and their children away, to push them all back into the middle of a nightmare that only he seemed able to realise wasn’t right. She’d been with Saeran when they’d first met - yet despite them both fighting against that natural urge that called them towards one another’s arms, they’d ended up here. Meeting in the darkness of the night, holding one another close, simply being able to enjoy life just by being around one another. Maybe Seven could be considered as a slight cheat. He still had his memories of the many years that’d had together. He knew this girl before him better than he knew himself almost. He knew how to lift her mood, how to make those dark thoughts fade into the background, how to make her see that under the sneaky dark surface of the girl she was forced to be in her search for paradise - she was an Angel at heart. If that was all he could reclaim from their previous time together, then so be it. He’d forever hold the children close to his heart, he’d treasure Mary’s sketchbook forever but the only things he had the power to change was what was right before him. Mary needed to know she wasn’t as alone as she felt. Saeran needed to discover the truth about Rika. He needed to confront his feeling towards V and the mess of broken trust and lies that laid between them all. But it was a delicate balancing act. Acting too soon only caused some days to rewind. Sometimes he’d lose so much process with Mary that it physically hurt to just hear her being so mad at him again. It was a pain he was willing to face again and again if it meant that he got to see that smile light up her features as they danced in the dark. He just needed to be careful and Seven could be careful - but not when it came to Mary or his brother. They meant the world to him. He simply wished for them to be able to face the truth of the reality they were in...so it was frustrating to have to watch and wait for them to discover their own truth. 

And who knew just how the God’s or whoever was responsible for the resets, how they would take this moment that they now shared. As he took her hand and gently lead her through dance, humming a gentle tune under his breath, a song that they used to sing to one another after they’d watched the musical together. “You know I want you It's not a secret I try to hide I know you want me So don't keep saying our hands are tied You claim it's not in the cards Fate is pulling you miles away”

He sang softly, gently twirling the love of his life, watching the smile that graced her lips, the way in which the stars caused her eyes to sparkle, the way in which her heart raced whenever she was pulled gently against his chest, the hacker unable to stop himself from smiling as he simply lost himself in this precious moment of peace and quiet. When the rest of the world was asleep, it was the one time of the day where they could be free to be with one another - to be who they were truly supposed to be.

“What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine Nothing could keep us apart You'd be the one I was meant to find It's up to you, and it's up to me No one can say what we get to be So why don't we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours Tonight”

Any other person would have maybe been wise enough to hold their tongue given the very unfriendly position that he had currently found himself in. This wasn’t like street fighting or fighting against his foster dad. This seemed a lot more serious and yet the first thing that his smart mouth had decided to do was to flirt...ah but he wasn’t lying. She was rather beautiful, even if it was in a sort of sinister and scary manner.