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Adam smiled at them both. “Those are marshmallows,” he whispered. “She makes them herself. She’s a way better cook than I am. I blow up the oven.”
He cupped her face, stroking one tiny little cheek. “You have perfect eyes,” he said. “And perfect ears. Would you like to see a secret?”
Waited for the little head to nod, then let the blue fade from his eyes, revealing nothing but solid mercury. “See, kitten? You’re not alone here. It’s okay.”
Glanced over at Wynter, and he knew she didn’t like telepathy, but desperate times. Spare bedroom? Or should we stay with her?
Mina giggled at his whispered confession, trying to imagine him cooking, only to have the oven explode and make everything a mess. At his question, she nodded, a soft flush on her cheek as he placed a hand on her cheeks.
Her eyes widened in surprise as his eyes turned to silver and she reached out, placing her fingertips just under an eye, being careful not to touch. “Wow…” she breathed. “Magic.”
Because it had to be magic, he had to be a fairy or something along those lines to have those eyes. Smiling sweetly, she placed both hands on his cheeks, leaning over slightly so she could get a better look.
"Are you a fairy?" she asked, voice soft and reverent with awe as she looked at him shyly, uncertain of if she wanted his answer to be yes or not.
Maybe we should stay with her for tonight. I don’t know…I can always set up a night light or something for her in the guest room.
"He does." Wyn agreed, nodding. "You should have seen the last time I asked him to make dinner. I was scraping bread dough off of the walls for three days. That’s why he’s not allowed to cook in here anymore." she explained, winking.
The little girl’s excitement over Adam’s eyes made Wynter smile. “It is magic. There’s lots of magic here.” she mused, gesturing to the fridge, using a bit of her own magic to pull it open and retrieve a small bottle of water.
A fairy? Just the thought of Adam as a fairy was enough to make Wynter giggle. Oh the sweetness of youth. “He’s more like a…well he’s…I’m not sure how to explain what he is. He’d do a better job at that than I would.”
“Hello, Mina,” Adam said. “That is a pretty name.” Smiled over at Wynter as she brought over the cups. “Thank you, baby.”
Turned his attention back to the little girl. “You don’t have any parents, do you, kitten? Been on the streets for awhile?” He recognized the pinched look of desperation, of not having enough to eat, and having to fight for everything. “It’s okay. You can tell us. Nothing’s going to happen to you, I promise.”
Because no matter what, he couldn’t let her go. Not with those ears, she couldn’t be around normal humans.
Mina whispered a soft “Thank you” and gave the woman a little smile as she nodded, wrapped tiny hands around the warm mug. Biting her lip, she poked at the little white globs of sugar that were floating in the drink, curiosity on her face.
At the mention of her parents, Mina curled up slightly, giving a little nod. “Mommy and Daddy didn’t want me anymore so they gave me away. All the others say it’s because I was born with devil eyes….they say I’m cursed and no one would want me.”
And it wasn’t just the children, but the adults, the members of the church where she’d tried to sleep one night before being chased off. She’d been four then and hadn’t understood why they’d done it until an older boy told her.
Shifting in her seat, she took a sip of coca, ears perking up in surprise. It was sweet, but not to sweet and Mina gave a soft giggle before taking another drink. “Yummy…” she mumbled.
"You’re welcome." she replied to the pair, carrying the hot saucepan over to the sink to wash. She listened as Adam guessed, correctly it seemed, that the little girl had spent a fair amount of time on the streets…It broke her heart to think about the little one left on her own to fend for herself…She was on the same wave-length as Adam in regards to the letting her go thing, however. Lord only knew what people would do to her if they caught sight of those eats. People, as she knew first hand, could be cruel…horribly so…
"Those aren’t devil eyes, darling. They are pretty, not devilish." Wyn assured the little girl. She’d seen far stranger to be certain, from amber swirls to poison green, solid black and milky white…Red was rather normal compared to some of the other shades she’d seen.
A smile tugged at the corners of Wyn’s lips as she seemed to take a liking to the hot chocolate. “It’s good, right? One of the best drinks ever invented.” she chuckled.
Pale eyes focused on Adam for a moment or so, ask if to ask him what they should do. Obviously there was nowhere they could take her, and if her parents had given her up, attempting to track them down would be pointless…
If we kissed:
If you asked me out I’d say:
Can we cuddle?:
Should you reblog this?:
If we kissed:
-  This wouldn’t happen.
-  Oh disgusting.
-  Again, again.
-  Kiss you back.
-  Let’s take this to the bedroom.
-  Slap/Push you away.
-  Be confused
If you asked me out I’d say:
-  Um no.
-  I’m taken-
-  Sure.
-  HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.
Can we cuddle?:
-  No.
-  Ew.
-  Sure.
-  YES.
-  Let’s do it.
-  No. You can’t handle my d.
-  FUCK YES.
-  No.
Should you reblog this?:
-  Yes. I want to send you one.
-  Yes.
-  No.
Raking in the appearance of the place, Jefferson shrugged it off - the shop didn’t look too bad, considering, though he was always used to dust when it came to old books and what most common people would call ‘trinkets’. His gaze was pulled back to the raven haired young woman and he nodded while listening to her, his expression barely shifting. “Oh well — that is good news, then.”
Taking another step forward, the Hatter glanced towards the shelves again and a certain twitch tugged at his eye in thought. “Well — I suppose it could be classified under fiction.” he replied, the distaste edging in his tone though he covered it up with a relatively polite smile.
"Right, fiction. Follow me?" she asked, heading to the far right side of the shop. Thankfully she hadn’t touched this section yet, so he wouldn’t really have to hunt for whatever it was he was looking for….Unlike the other side of the shop that was in complete shambles. Frickin’ spring cleaning…
"If you don’t see what you’re looking for, I may have it in storage. If not, I can always order it in." she explained, showing him to the first of the shelves. "Everything is alphabetical by author and separated by genre, but if you need any extra help, just give me a holler, yeah?"
“Nah, I’m not brave. I just really want to spend time with you.” He shrugged and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Besides, I want to see you at your worst, and at your best.” Smiled and nuzzled at her. “I like kissing you.”
“Aha. Hungry tummies lead to cranky Wynters. I will make a note to always feed you.” Kissed the top of her head as they walked.
"No, pretty sure that means your brave." she corrected, chuckling softly. A deep crimson colored her cheeks as he nuzzled his stubbled jaw and shin along her throat and cheek, a giggle bubbling up in her chest. "Oi!"
She nodded. “Hungry tum does lead to cranky Wyn, this is true. But other things had a hand in it as well.” she explained.
[text]: What the hell are you saying?
[text]: Does that mean you aren’t coming back?
[text]: Oops, I brought spandex instead of leather.
[text]: Come on if you’re coming.
[text]: Are we going to do this or what?
[text]: Tell me now..so how often have you had sex dreams about me?
[text]: Don’t get too comfortable.
[text]: Do you have to text me at three in the morning?
[text]: Shouldn’t you be sleeping?
[text]: Is that you’re way of saying you miss me?
[text]: Is there something I should know?
[text]: Party. My house. Tonight. Bring Alcohol.
[text]: Is that suppose to be a threat?
[text]: Haha, no. I’m not giving it back.
[text]: Time for someone to go grocery shopping.
[text]: I’m not going with you to see that.
[text]: EMERGENCY: BRING ICE CREAM
[text]: Send me another picture like that and see what happens.
[text]: Is teasing me the only purpose of this conversation?
[text]: Soo..does that mean you feel the same way?
[text]: Just admit it..you missed me.
[text]: I was hoping you would go with me.
[text]: You’re dead meat.
[text]: How do you feel about a threesome?
[text]: Maybe I just feel like spending my night with you.
[text]: We are not going there.
“Yes, ma’am.” Adam gave Mina a smile, then fetched the blueberries from the fridge, placing them on the table. “C’mon, kitten. Up you get.” Keeping his hands gentle, he took hold of her and lifted her onto a chair, pushed the blueberries closer. “Help yourself, little one.”
Sitting next to her, he popped one into his mouth. “Wyn makes great hot chocolate,” he whispered to her. “Best you’ve ever had. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
"M-Mina." she murmured, shyly taking a blueberry. The little girl gave a tiny smile, keeping her body tense in case she needed to run away. "I’ve never had hot chocolate…"
She’d always seen people drink it, had heard it was delicious, but living on the streets with no way to pay for anything put a kink in actually trying it. Besides, there were other things she’d needed and what she couldn’t afford, she had a tendency to pilfer, as long as it was small and unnoticeable.
"Mina’s a very pretty name." Wyn complimented. She looked over her shoulder when the little one admitted she’d never had hot chocolate before. "Really? Well then, you’re in luck. I’ve been told I make the best hot chocolate ever." she added with a chuckle and a smile.
Once the drink was finished, Wyn plopped in a few home-made marshmallows and a spoon before setting it before Mina. “Here we are, then. A cup of hot chocolate. Best give it a moment or so, don’t want to burn your mouth.” she advised.
"So, where are you from, Mina? Where is your mum and dad?"
"Years of practice my dear."
Jack moved so he was standing behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders and spoke in a soft whisper. “Just relax. Trust me. It’ll make this all easier.” He smiled, moving his hands down her arms.
It was kind of hard to concentrate when he was whispering like that, but she managed, thanks to some small miracle. She nodded in response, form relaxing as she took aim once more. “Like this?” she asked.
Adam kept his shoulders rounded, soft. He knew he was huge, and this little…this little kitten was very tiny.
“There now,” he said gently. “Hello, little one. What a pretty little girl you are.” Offered her a smile. “My name’s Adam, and this is Wynter. We’re not going to hurt you, I promise. Would you like to join us for hot chocolate? Wynter makes really good hot chocolate. And you can have blueberries, yeah? Blueberries and hot chocolate?”
Mian managed a small smile and nodded. “Y-Yes please.” she stammered, shrinking in on herself, ready to scurry back into her den before they lead her inside the house.
She closed her eyes when they turned on the lights, the illumination hurting her eyes briefly. Slowly, the child opened them back to reveal a pair of dark red eyes, seeming to glow against pale skin.
The little girl wasn’t sure what to do, so she stood in the center of the kitchen, waiting for instructions. This wasn’t her house, she had no idea how to act in such a situation and she was scared.
Wynter got started on the cocoa, pulling various canisters off of the shelves. No prepackaged hot chocolate here, oh no, it was all from scratch. That’s why it was so amazing.
"Go ahead and have a sweet, hun." Wyn told the little girl, offering a warm smile. "No need to stand around. Make yourself comfortable. Adam? Would you grab the blueberries, yeah?"
- "Now hold still…"
- "Stop screaming or I’ll use duct tape."
- "They had it coming, they were too friendly with you…"
- "There, that should keep you quiet."
- "No one will find us here."
- "You’ll be mine forever."
- "I’m going to kill him/her."
- "I don’t like people touching my things…”
- "Don’t bother to struggle…"
- "Did you think I wouldn’t notice?"
- "Your friends are too close with you… I don’t like it..”
- "It’s for your own good."
- "I won’t take no for an answer."
- "Keep running, I like the chase!”
- "It’d be a shame if your friend was hurt…"
- "If you promise not to scream, I’ll remove the gag."
- "Oops, did that hurt?"
- "You can’t just keep me here!"
- "I’m calling the police!"
- "Stop threatening anyone I talk to!"
- "You’re hurting me!"
- "W-what are you doing?"
- "Stay away from me!"
- "You’re being so clingy, it’s weird."
- "Let go of me!"
- "Someone is bound to come soon, they’ll notice!"
- "What are you planning to do with that?"
- "Did you think I wouldn’t notice you watching me sleep?"
- "You killed him/her!"
- "Don’t hurt me!"
- "Release me!"
- "Untie me!"
- "Help me!"
- "Put that down!"
- "You’re scaring me…"
- "That’s a really bad joke, quit it…