*shrugs* Don’t really care. Just want em happy.
( She rolls her eyes and pauses )
Have you told Daken yet?
Good, I am glad. *he tilts his head* I assure you, my time is not being wasted. In fact, perhaps you could entertain me for the evening?
( Her eyes go wide for a moment, her lips parting in shock at the bluntness of his request. She had no idea about the proper response to a king’s flirtation, if you could even call it that. ) Your majesty, I’m not that kind of— ( A sigh. ) There are other women who could— ( Another sigh. ) Why me?
time may change me
she had allowed herself to be overtaken by his lips, nearly akin to a spell had she not imagined this very thing so many times in the past, and perhaps it was this that spurned her towards reciprocation; the fact that she wanted to thoroughly understand why she was so intoxicated by him. an eager tongue moved to gain this knowledge, accumulate the taste which caused a moan to spill from kiss-reddened lips, but it was the sound of longing as her hands stole down the front of his chest to trace the grooves that held her fascination so many times before. the moment his hands found the rest of her body however it was like cold water, interesting seeing as how the room suddenly reached a boiling point, but confusion and nervousness caused logan to tear herself away as her fist went careening for his face; an automatic response in conjunction with ‘fight or flight’.
❝——elliott….what are we doing?❞
and just like that the spell was broken, his hands left her body to wipe the blood dripping from his newly broken nose as he laughed. he couldn’t say he didn’t see this reaction coming from a mile away, because to be fair that’s exactly what Elliott expected as soon as his lips met hers— to be shoved away and take a well deserved hit, for he had trepassed the limits of their relationship.
”Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m bleeding.”
he continues to laugh, wiping the corner of his lip with the heel of his hand and then going on to hold the bridge of his nose and tilt his head back to hold back the bleeding. but with one quick glance at her, he goes quiet. his eyes are apologetic and say more than he’s capable of at the moment— Elliott just wants to forget this happened to avoid any further trouble, but retain the taste of her lips as his new favourite memory.
I would trust your hunch more than his with this.
I would trust my hunch more than his with most things, really.
Do you want it? ( She offers the sonogram. )
I'll need you to be a little more specific than that, dear.
Like this if you would like to get in on the AU where Betsy and Logan ( actslikeeverybodysdad ) are expecting a child.