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Aislin returned the kiss. Her hands moved to let her fingers play with the hair at the back of his head. He could give her that tone cold look, but when they touched, there was a different story. One no words need to be uttered. 

"Fear me. And what if they don't? I want to conceal the fire."

Festivities II Merc + Aislin

"This ain’t for me, Aisey. They’ll eat you alive if you don’t conceal that fire. Create the visage that you could snap at any moment… make them fear you. It’s the only way."

Merc leaned in and kissed her lightly… he hated that look. When she touched him he felt a fire surge through him… he knew this was where he belonged.

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Aislin glanced down at her heels. "Depends on who made the towel, it could have worked." She took a step back when he wrung out his towel and cocked his head at him. Her eyes rolling at his comment. "Because I'm out buying drugs. I thought you of all people would have known that." Her voice laced in sarcasm. 

Goddamnit! || Morris & Aislin

Owen looked over and sighed at the approaching woman. He shrugged and said, “Don’t think it went with those pretty shoes of yours anyway.” He gave up and just pulled the shirt off, over his head using it as a damp towel then wringing it out in between him and Patrick Callaghan’s daughter. He gave her a look, “Any special reason you’re hanging around where the dealers do?”

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Aislin stood back as she watched the whole thing happen. The way the guy panicked when the detective flashed his badge and the chase. It was the highlight of her day. She trekked down to the water and laughed when the detective emerged from the water, drenched.

"Sorry I didn't bring a towel with me." She chuckled approaching him. 

Goddamnit! || Morris & Aislin

Owen ran after the low level drug-runner. Finally catching him in Jamaica lake and dragging him to the ground. He’d only wanted to question the guy about where he’d gotten the coke. But the little shit had to make it messy by bolting at the first sign of a badge. 

After passing him off to a uniform Owen stood to the side and tried to ring out his wet clothing. He looked up as he felt someone approaching him. 

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Aislin did not like the stoic look on his face. He was cold and made her feel empty. How was she supposed to emit a presence like this. Petite fingers fist the material of his shirt at his chest. There had to be a way she could make this work. 

"There has to be some middle we can reach. I don't know how cold I can go, Mercutio D'Giovanni."

Festivities II Merc + Aislin

"I can… but you won’t like it. It involves alot of masks… alot of hiding. Power is to be wielded as both sword and shield. You should have hope in your own self as well, Aislin Callaghan."

Merc’s face was cold stone staring down at her. This was her first lesson… the utter lack of expression. His whole body screamed out to kiss her but his face looked down at her with the same indifference that he gave to dogs.

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"You'll get used to it."

Argh!

"Sometimes I really hate playing bad cop."

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Aislin turned in his arms and looked up at him. She wanted to be his Queen. This was where she belonged. And she wouldn't let anyone take him away from her. 

"Will you teach me? I've never felt the strength I have before. You give me hope Mercutio."

Festivities II Merc + Aislin

"Maybe that’s because I wear power like armor and a sword and you hide it away, Mi’love. There is a certain aire to power… and you’re getting there. Together we’re a pretty large force, Love."

Merc sighed comfortably… this was their bastion. The one place no one could watch them. He loved her company and everything about her… she were to be his Queen than she’d have to learn poise and grace.

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If there was one place she loved the most, it as being in his arms. Her hands placed on top of his.

"Because I would be a horrible goddess. Fear is the best? I don't think anyone fears me. Maybe you. I'm just a spoiled brat to most."

Festivities II Merc + Aislin

Merc’s strong brass arms wrapped around her midriff pulling her petite frame into his solid steel one.

"Why would that be scary? You could smite whomever you chose… it is best that they fear us, no?"

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Most times Aislin wanted to know what he was thinking. He would keep a more stoic composure but she knew there was more to him. She turned to press her back into his chest and watched the people below.

"Is that so? I think it would be scary if I was a goddess."

Festivities II Merc + Aislin

Merc smiled even broader into Aislin’s scalp. He watched the people scurry like ants below… he was Zeus atop Olympus with Hera at his side.

"They should be, we’re two Gods and they’re just ants scurrying about their little lives…"

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It was moments like this where she felt normal. That she wasn't trapped in a middle of a family feud. That she didn't have to constantly look over her shoulder, which she never did. Merc was the light she was looking for. He was her angel. As corny as that sounded. Her eyes fluttered shut when he spoke. 

"We make them all jealous." 

Festivities II Merc + Aislin

Merc smiled and rested his head atop hers pulling her into his embrace. The warm sun shone upon their alabaster skins and his azure spheres looked out towards the people walking the street. It was a silent moment of perfection… an unspoken profession of peace. He kissed her chastely and whispered into her ear.

"That was beautiful, bae. You are quite the catch when it comes to looks aswell, yanno…"

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Luck always did run out. That was what father would say. She found herself moving around the counter and standing next to Merc. It was only a matter of time. She took a sip of the wine and hummed out softly.

"Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind. And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. I mean, you being drop dead sexy is a bonus." 

Festivities II Merc + Aislin

Merc opened the shade to his left and light flooded over the black and grey surfaces of the kitchen. He took a drink of the good vintage and leaned acrossed the island counter, planting a chaste kiss on her forehead.

"We got lucky with each other, Aisey… Fate’s never one sided."

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A bright smile graced her features and she took the glass of wine from him. There wasn't much natural light in the apartment, but she knew her way around. Things did feel much better when she was with him. She could admit that. 

"I got lucky with you." 

Festivities II Merc + Aislin

Merc moaned softly into her kiss as they entered the almost Noir apartment. He grabbed two glasses and uncorked a bottle of wine pouring each of them a glass.

"That’s right. To loving being together!"

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"Oh, I don't think I"m that sweet."

"Yeah, that’s a good thing. Means you’re sweet." 

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"Well that's good to know. Haven't we met before?"

"Yeah, that’s a good thing. Means you’re sweet." 

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"Is that a good thing?"

"I think so too. He called you a peach." 

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"That's nice to know. "

"Yes, he does. In high regards, too." 

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"He talks about me?"

"Nah, I just..he talked about you and I recognized you from what he said. He’s my boss." 

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"Do you go up to random girls and ask them that?"

You’re Merc’s girl, aren’t you?