The Middle Gardner

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Drew frowned, of course he knew who his brother was. James, the man who tried to have Sean on a leash and do everything under the sun. Drew kind of wished he could sever that connection and continue on with his boyfriend in peace. “Well, he doesn’t control your life… I mean, it is yours to live. Screw those people and just do what makes you happy. It worked for me.” He gave the older male a light smile as he thought of a blue eyed fire warlock. “But again, that’s just my opinion.”

"That he does not, but it the live comes with the name," he replied, meaning that he was a Gardner and there were certain things he couldn't change. "And I share you opinion completely, Mr. Emerson, however, now is not the time for me to be selfish with my life desires. Perhaps in the near future may we all go about our lives with no worry of war and death and the opinions people may have of us." 

Missing Pieces || Dominic & Shiloh

"Oh, no please don’t worry about…" She sighed as he’d already left the room. She didn’t want anymore attention to her wounds. She sat, searching the room for means of escape should she need it. Her eyes moved to the window. It didn’t look terribly difficult to open, but she could barely move. Maybe she’d just have to stay put for once. The very thought made her tense. As he returned, she eyed the herbs warily. At his request, her eyes traveled to him, wanting to argue before caving and lifting the edge of her shirt near the side of the wound, not looking at him as she did so. 

Leaning over her, careful to not touch her, Dominic spread the herbs paste onto her wound. After it was covered completely, he blow on it softly before grabbing a bandage to place over it. "It should be healed in a couple of days if you keep it clenched," he informed her, packing away the materials. His eyes never made contact with her's and he tried his best to insure none of his body touched her's. 

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When There's No One Else... || Shiloh & Dominic

 Rye opened her mouth before closing it again. She felt as if she was in the middle of a storm and could not move from her spot in fear that she’d be swept up in the disaster once again. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, her eyes glazed as she hugged her knees. “I am trying…” IT was as much as she could muster.

"And I believe you, yet--" He shut his mouth not sure what to say. They were two completely different people and his way with dealing with things was not her way. It wasn't that Dominic didn't understand that, but that he had to constantly remind himself to be careful with his words and actions around her. "I believe that in time it will all work out," he finally said, assuring her that he wasn't going to give up when she became difficult or if her trust took months to become solid. 

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Missing Pieces || Dominic & Shiloh

A small, ethereal hum escaped her despite the protest from the rational half of her mind. She had to stop, but she couldn’t. Just as she did with everything else, she lacked control. Finally, she managed to pull herself away, breathlessly trying to avoid his eyes until she found herself staring into them once again. Her gaze fell at his final kiss to her forehead, but she nodded nonetheless as if she’d lost a silent argument. Her hand moved to her side, wincing as another shot of pain moved through her body. 

Dominic had gotten caught up in the moment immensely to the point that he had forgotten about her injuries. Grimacing at the pain filled sound coming from her lips, Dominic stood from the bed. "I'm going to retrieve some herbs and be right back." The warlock quickly dashed from the room and made his way to his study where he collected the materials he needed before returning to Shiloh. After placing all the materials on the bedside table, Dominic poured the herbs in the mortar along with some spring water and began mixing it with the pestle. "If you could lift your shirt, Miss O'Boyle.." 

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Drew shrugged, “It’s fine.” He’d have to figure things out on his own, even if Sean wanted him to stop meddling. He nodded and gave a small smile, “That’s true… and that’s horrible! I mean I understand we’re in a coven that’s in the middle of a war, but you’ve gotta get out there and have some fun. Dance a little? Drink something? Even read a book if that’s how you get your kicks.”

"Do you know who my brother is?" he asked with a playful smile pulling on his lips. "The last time I frequented the bar everyone told me that me being there was strange and that drinking is James' specialty. I suppose it all comes back around to James." He tried keeping the sigh from coming out with the words, not needing other to know his discomfort with his brother.