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“Untrue,” she replied, shaking her head as she beamed up at him. “I’m still not entirely certain this isn’t all some sort of trick to get me to...
He looked over at her for a moment, frowning. “60 years is still a long time,” he said quietly.
She flushed, looking up at him. “Yet another power imbalance,” she teased. “Good thing you’re attracted to me, or I’d be completely hopeless here.”
“You won’t be alone,” Puck said immediately. “I’ll take care of you.”
She didn’t seem to notice his blushing, kissing his fingers gently, as if worshiping him. “You don’t need to teach me,” she replied quietly as...
“When he dies?” Puck asked, coming and sitting next to her. His words were blunt, but she would know there wasn’t any malice behind them; that was...
He was sitting up sleepily. “You okay?”
She took his hands, pulling them up gently. She slowly, but meticulously began kissing his knuckles. “Don’t apologize,” she murmured. “It is...
There was a small silence. “Calliope?”
She raised an eyebrow before looking away. “You just... I don’t know. You seemed shocked that I didn’t know. That felt kind of bad...”
He leaned into her touch responsively, his dark hair contrasting with her tanned skin. He muttered something, his brows furrowed as his eye...
Ten minutes passed and Ben didn’t stir. His wings made dazzling patterns as he entered deeper sleep, blue light running through the tiny veins...
She blinked up at him before sitting in front of him. “Z, I’m not very experienced,” she admitted. “I don’t know a lot of things about good...
He was already asleep by the time she responded, his breathing soft and slow.
She tilted her head playfully, reaching out and trying to coax his arms apart. “I’m a tactile learner.”
He glanced up at her before slowly settling his head in her lap. “Only ten...”
She laughed, squinting at him playfully. “Are you jealous?” she teased. “You won’t teach me what cuddling is, so why would you get mad at someone...
He looked around uncertainly for a place to sleep before lying out on the ground, his head settling tentatively.
She seemed uncomfortable, slipping on her cloak. “I won’t be long,” she said gently. Her face softened and she leaned down, kissing his hair....
He frowned, looking at the fire. “Just ten minutes... okay?”
