The Faerie's Breath Hitches When He Says Her Name So Sternly And She Quickly Looks Up At Him. Lips Purse

the faerie's breath hitches when he says her name so sternly and she quickly looks up at him. lips purse and she straightens up a bit. yeah... maybe sticking her tongue out at those men wasn't the best idea. still, they're grown men, right? surely they could handle a child sticking their tongue out at them. maybe that was just agatha's opinion, though. she swallows and gives a quick nod. " y-yes, sir. " she thinks, and her expression reflects that as her head tilts. " why, though? i-i haven't hurt them. "

THE MEN SEEMED TO HAVE UNDERSTOOD . their defiant scowls shown & attempted to be masked after the act of the young one . his gaze does not waver from the group , but he still has a habit of making sure she understood herself . ❝ agatha . ❞ the vampire spoke in a stern voice , red hues sliding down to her . ❝ you cannot hide behind me forever ; choose your battles wisely . those pathetic dogs would have torn you apart if they did not know who you were associated with . ❞

— ARE YOU OKAY?

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I LIVE

" did you know it's bad to eat raw flour? " agatha asks while licking cake batter off of a spatula.

“Get me a glass of bourbon.” (Shiro)

" of course, babe. " she smiles, bending down to kiss his cheek after he sits on the couch. the faerie moves to their small liquor cabinet and pours out a glass of bourbon, bringing it to shiro. " here. i'll get the first aid kit and we'll tend to your knuckles. " stepping away, she retrieves the kit from the vanity in the bathroom, bringing a chair in from the kitchen and sitting across from him. gently agatha cleans the broken skin with a cotton pad soaked in alcohol. she applies a salve to his injuries and wraps bandages around his hands, humming as she does this with both of shiro's hands. once the bandages were secure, agatha smiles and kisses his bandaged knuckles. " there we go, my love. are they starting to feel better? "

having to psych yourself up to make a phone call is especially great when there's no one there to answer