𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝙱𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 (𝟻/𝟻 𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍; 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍)

M exhaled sharply through his nose. “It doesn’t matter what is and what isn’t okay with Neo. I am my own boss in the Palace.”

M relaxed into the seat again and nodded. “I am too. Very glad.”

Julie smiled up at him. "Stop being such a baby." She laughed as she wrapped her arms around him, snuggling close.

M hummed softly, shutting his eyes as he imagined it. “That would be wonderful.”

Zackary crooned softly as he wrapped the sheets around her. He snuggled into her hair, curling their legs together.

M gently rubbed the back of her hand, smiling a little. “It does. We’ll have to pick them up, though.”

M blinked in thought. “We do? We should pick some up anyway.”

M nodded. “What else should we get? Certainly we need more food.”

Graci laughed softly and unpocketed some money, setting it down on the table under her drink for whomever found it.
“I do not like to think of it like thaaat… but hey, it’s fun. I am going up to my apartment. You are free to join me…”

Jericho's brows raised a bit in shock. He wanted to. He really wanted to follow her and bed her with vigor all night. Or rather be bedded by her all night. But something still nagged in the back of his mind, teasing his consciousness like a chilled finger down his spine. She was a powerful confident woman like no other. Exactly what he'd been looking for. "Allow me to take you out on a proper date, my lady Graci. I'm not going to let you slip through my fingers or be left with only one night to remember you by when you vanish forever." He smiled warmly, gently kissing the knuckles of her hand.

Graci set a chin on her other hand, laughing softly. “Mmmm I think we will have one more night together.” She gently took his chin in her hand with a wrist roll. “I want to have fun tonight. You intrigue me.”

Jericho couldn't miss the fact that her grip was a little, make that a lot stronger than what should have been for their people. Again, he wondered idly who exactly sat before him. "As you do for me, my lady." He said softly.

Graci’s eyes gleamed in the half-light of the bar. She seemed to be very happy about something.
“Then what is stopping you? Give me a night, or perhaps your life at my side.”

Jericho's smile faltered. "My life at your side." He repeated to her, raising a brow. "Seems a little…overly committed for having just met." He tried to tug his face away from her, but found that her grip was certainly stronger than he had originally thought. He debated if refusing her was a smart idea. If she was indeed the goddess then he might be without a head very soon. He had strict rules that he stuck to though, morals. Not even a goddess could sway him from that. Could she?

(Hecc Autumn sorry. I’ll post my response in a separate thing.)

Graci let his face go the moment he doubted her dedication. She set her large hands over the empty glass, waving a finger and refilling it with blood-red wine.
“Would you rather just one night?” She asked sharply, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Graci let his face go the moment he doubted her dedication. She set her large hands over the empty glass, waving a finger and refilling it with blood-red wine.
“Would you rather just one night?” She asked sharply, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Jericho quirked a brow. "These are my only options? Life or a single night?" He was more curious than upset. Wondering why there was such an odd specification.

Graci picked up the cup and sipped the wine inside delicately. “It’s the options I gave you. For a fine reason.” She hated heartbreak. She’s seen it in so many poor souls down in Eryw (this Universe’s Hell), it was quite disappointing.

Jericho stared at her. Opened his mouth to say something, and closed it again. He continued staring, unsure of what to say. Finally on a whim, "I wouldn't hurt you…"

Graci’s eyes flashed and she set her cup down surprisingly gentle on the table.
“I have heard people say that. But they have lied.”

"Lying is for the weak immoral man. I am neither." Jericho murmured, smile vanished from his face. He was as serious as he could be, something telling him not to let her go.

“It’s either that or you are lying right now.” She leered at him. “But I can see the genuinity in your eyes.”

(hH I forgot again I’m sorrrry)