If We Were Alone Right Now, What Would You Do To Me? (Matteo, For Aggie! Sorry Hes Being So Mean )

❛  if we were alone right now, what would you do to me?  ❜ (Matteo, for Aggie! Sorry he’s being so mean 😭)

his question makes her breath hitch in her throat, her gaze flickering up to his after the words leave his mouth. she feels heat rise to her features and she swallows, her heart fluttering against her ribs. " i— i-i don't know, father. " she whispers and it's a lie. agatha knows what she would do, she's seen it in her dreams, she's seen it in her mind when it wanders. she always assumed that was all where it would stay: in her mind. it's for her eyes only, after all. there... there's no way she has any chance of anything with father matteo. nothing outside of friendship, at least. agatha would be fine with that if she didn't have feelings for him, and if not for the things he has said, the glances cast in her direction, she would've assumed he saw her only as a friend, too.

the faerie glances away, fidgeting, picking at a loose thread dangling from the strap of her denim bag. " i—... " she swallows again and dares to look back up at father matteo. " i-i would reach up a-and grab a fistful of your shirt and i— i-i'd p-pull you down and kiss you. m-my other hand w-would come up and cup your jaw as i p-pulled you closer s-s-so o-our bodies are touching, then i-i'd take your hand and— a-and i'd guide it to w-where i wanted you to t-touch me. i-i'd ask you to sit and i'd climb onto your lap, a-and... " agatha may seem innocent, but her thoughts regarding him are the complete opposite. with how close he is, can he hear how much and how hard her heart pounds against her ribs. can he feel the heat radiating off of her body? " ...and i'm n-not s-sure i can continue, father. "

‘ please try to eat. ’ Samesh @ Aggie, he made her soup since Ashmi can’t cook 😂

the faerie couldn't help but find it adorable that, whenever she was sick, ashmi would get ahold of her son to make something for her. she appreciates that he never seems to mind. " th-this looks and smells really d-delicious, samesh. thank you. " she manages a weak smile, sitting up a bit more before he sets the tray across her lap. agatha never asks for much when she's sick, or at least, she tries not to. she's gotten a little better at not making herself more sick by doing everything herself and accepting ashmi's help when she needs it.

" please t-tell ashmi she doesn't have t-to f-feel so bad about not being able to cook for me? i-it's the last thing that w-would ever upset me. " ashmi helps her more than she might know, so something like this is easily forgiven.

Plum sets down a cake near the faerie. "Happy birthday Aggie~!"

she steps through the front door, sighing now that she's home. she hangs up her denim jacket, her keys, kicks off her shoes and sets her bag on the couch. today was such a busy day that she completely forgot it was her birthday. agatha had no idea if plum was even planning anything! it seems he did, though, and she blinks in surprise at the cake as it's set down near her. it's decorated so prettily! " oh, plum, i-i completely forgot that it was my birthday. " agatha admits with a sheepish laugh, a hand coming up to rub her neck.

" i-it looks so good, though. i can't w-wait to try it. " she looks to plum, smiling, leaning in to kiss his temple. " h-how about we have a piece of it now? "

so anyway, if you want or feel up to it, aggie's bday is tomorrow and i'm leaving the inbox open ❤️

oh shit, aggie's bday is tomorrow????

wanted to share that i have changed soryn's hair

“No more fuzz balls.” Sorry Aggie, Shiro is putting his foot down. “We gotta enough of ‘em back at the house.” Stay strong, Shiro. Resist your adorable girlfriend’s pouting.

" but— but surely you can s-see she needs a good home, right? a-and f-food, water, and love? " she's pouting up at him even more now, beginning to hold the feline close to her body. " y-you wouldn't want this poor baby to struggle, right? " sure, the cat seems to have taken care of herself just fine up until now, but still. it's clear to agatha that some care and love would certainly benefit her.

she bats her lashes at shiro, making puppy dog eyes at him. " please, pretty please, my love? "