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olenauvinen:

“No, go ahead.” Olena shrugged, casting her eyes back out to the view ahead of her. While she herself had never smoked, other people smoking around her had never really bothered her. “A bit of stress-relief, I assume?” She asked, glancing sideways at the man who had joined her.

He nodded his thanks, resuming the steady rhythm of breathing that smoking brought him. “Yes, and it is very much needed.” Edward replied, looking out onto the Greek horizon. “I’m assuming that’s why you’re out here too?”

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artemxxromanov:

The boy met Edward’s gaze finally as he had looked rather surprised as he admitted everything he had just told him. His lips parted slightly as he studied Edward rather carefully. Why was the Prince of England into him of all people? Artem was a nobody. Nobody cared about Artem and he was sure about that at this point. But here Edward was; telling him that he had cared about him. 

Artem swallowed nervously as he stared down at his shaky hands and slowly lifted his hand on top of the table and let his fingers interlace with Edward’s ever so gently. “I don’t think we can be just acquaintances, after everything that happened. I don’t want to be just acquaintances with you.” He said barely muttering the last part as he glanced around to see if anyone had noticed their hands and he had awkwardly pulled his hand away and let his hands rest down on his lap and let his head drop down to his hands so that he could avoid Edward’s gaze.

“I want to be with you even after… Everything. You were my first kiss.” He said finally and swallowed nervously as he stood up, throwing away the rest of his koulouria in the trash can no longer in the mood for it. “But I understand if you don’t want to be with me.” He said nearly whispering the last part so that way one around them; but them could hear what they are saying. 

At the brush of Artem’s fingertips, Edward tensed, fighting the urge to jerk his hand away and risk insulting the other boy. Their were eyes all around them, it would only take one short glance over to start the rumor mill going. And now was not a good time for them to be getting in trouble. The look in Artem’s eyes was intense and he was having trouble not looking away from it.

He was never good with... feelings. Especially when they came with so much baggage.

When he got his hand back, he placed it gingerly in his lap to avoid the shock of it happening again. “Artie-” he began, rubbing the back of his neck with his palm. Edward stood and hovered near him as he threw away the food. “We’re getting married. Do you really think it would be a good idea to... do something like that? I could get in a shitload of trouble and I mean... obviously so could you.” Because it wasn’t like Russia was known for their strides in LGBT rights.

“Listen, I like you, I really do. I liked... doing things with you, hanging out and whatever. But just because I was your first kiss doesn’t mean I’ll be your last.” Edward sighed, avoiding Artie’s gaze. “And anyway just two minutes ago you were yelling at me to leave you alone. The last time I saw you, you completely rejected me. I just... don’t think it would be a good idea.”

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philolcgist:

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“ Now, now. “ His assistant sighed, tugging at the sleeves of Phillip’s pressed button down shirt. “ See to it that you don’t dirty this one up too, alright?? Can’t have your brothers making you look bad in comparison. “ The prince pouted at the male like a child being scolded. Most of the royals were wandering around the ballroom with their arms linked with their fiances. —-  normally, Edward would be the first person Phil would think to call in a situation like this. ( being of a romantic nature and all. ) But ever since word got back to him about the engagement… Well frankly, he was afraid to see him in the flesh. He wasn’t ready to see the disappointed look on his face when thinking about or discussing their future together. Their whole relationship was ‘fake’ and now– Edward was loosing the chance to fall in love with someone for real.

The brunette pushed those thoughts away, eyes falling away from his ‘date’. The male payed him no mind, their attention toward the crowd. Everyone was so dolled up in expensive gowns and suits, sipping bubbly and wine from crystal glasses. Phillip was meant to be having fun with them too. Behaving like a proper prince for once in his life. 

But instead he was tucked away in a corner, debating on whether or not he’d been there long enough to dash and bail out for the night.

The male beside him let out a chuckle, collecting Phil’s attention once more. “ Well look who it is. “ Without thinking, he followed the other’s gaze—- only to meet that of Edward’s. His smile was just as awkward as his friend’s, the expression forced and seemingly out of place. He wasn’t in the mood to put on an act. Brown eyes flicked toward his assistant for an excuse to escape but the man was suddenly nowhere to be found.

“ Damn him. “ He grumbled, “ pulling a Houdini. “

He took a deep breath, lips parted as though to say hello, but before either of them could even utter a syllable a woman cut them off. fuck. He’d barely moved an inch and— and— he swore that plant mess wasn’t there just a moment ago. Surely he would have noticed it if it had been.

“ I-I, “ It was like he suddenly couldn’t speak proper English, gaze flicking between the woman and Edward as if one of them could somehow keep him from looking like a fool. It wasn’t that he minded kissing his best friend, they’d done it a million times before, but given the new circumstances it hardly felt appropriate. 

Then everything happened so quickly; —- Edward grabbing him. His lips capturing the other’s. It took his heart a second to begin beating again ( never mind, slowing to a normal pace ), his eyes falling shut. He found himself easily falling into a kiss that felt like home; familiar and warm. With the boy he loved who would never feel the same sans a camera crew. The butterflies turned to sickly worms and he felt himself breaking away, eyes immediately averting to the floor.

His hands relaxed and his mouth parted so that he wouldn’t be smashing their faces together. It had been a while since they’d had any sort of excuse to do this –– they’d “broken up” for the second time ages ago –– but there was something tugging within him bringing on a feeling of... what had to be nostalgia. When they pulled apart, Edward pointedly stepped away from the conniving plant, shoving his hands nervously into the pockets of his slacks. 

He tried not to take note of the downcast –– disappointed? –– look in Phil’s eyes. “Christ, Merry Christmas, I guess. Even without a camera crew in hand, we’re being shoved into lovey traps.” Edward laughed sheepishly. For a second he hesitated over bringing up their impending engagement, but the words felt too forced in his head, so he settled on, “How long have you been stuck here? And how long have you been hovering three feet away from that thing?” He waggled his eyebrows, pointing back at the mistletoe.

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My teeth are gone and I’m on anesthesia they’re gone now so I’ll be away some days

Edit: Anesthesia more worn off now: I just had my wisdom teeth out, so I’ll be on semi-hiatus a few days

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💏 Our muses meet under the mistletoe

The ballroom was packed with people from all over the world partaking in some generous hotel-sponsored Christmas cheer, waiters maneuvered their ways gracefully through the crowd with platters piled high with hors d’oeuvres and flutes of champagne while Edward hovered awkwardly in the corner. The Queen had managed to persuade him with little bargaining to come down from his room and make nice with the dignitaries she wanted him to become friendly with, but he’d already hit his quota for small talk for the evening. As a platter full of small glasses of sangria blurred past, he reached out to swiftly steal one from the delicate arrangement. 

It had been a few hours since the announcement of his new engagement and he still had yet to confront Phillip about it. He didn’t know if he was waiting for Phil to make the first move or if the whole thing was just too awkward to approach at the moment. Edward downed his glass of sangria and handed it off to another passing waiter, bracing himself to go back out into the fray of ‘oh, how lovely to see you again’s and ‘yes, Greece is marvelous this time of year’s. As he stepped out into the bundles of people, he noticed a figure standing on the far side of the room. A certain head of instantly recognizable dark curls, as that was just his luck. Edward nearly turned to resume finding the next politician he needed to greet, but of course he somehow managed to catch the other’s gaze from across the room.

He plastered on a –– definitely not nervous or uncomfortable –– smile and sauntered towards the archway, hands casually in his pockets. Just as he was about to say ‘I’m glad I’m not the only one who was dragged down into this nightmare’, a woman nearby gasped excitedly, pointing up above them. “The mistletoe! We’ve finally caught two people beneath the mistletoe!”

Sure enough, fastened into the archway above them was a bundle of twigs tied festively in a bright red bow. Edward stared back down at him wide-eyed, this wasn’t exactly how he’d wanted the exchange to go but he wasn’t about to be a Grinch at a public event –– he really didn’t need that phone call from home –– so he panicked, clamped his hands down on either of Phil’s cheeks and pressed their lips together.

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( I still have some drafts to get to but I’ve been really sick and kind of out of it. I feel a little bit better today but I don’t know if I’ll get to replies. ALSO I’m getting my wisdom teeth out Friday sooo, I guess I’ll be on semi-hiatus. )

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olenauvinen:

Olena was standing on one of the many balconies of the building, looking out into the horizon. Greece really was a very beautiful country, and it was just as she remembered it from her childhood. She hadn’t yet met her betrothed, but was already dreading it. Marriage had never been a serious part of her plan. Then again, she also never really had a plan. Nevertheless, she was certain that marriage and children were not things she wanted out of life, at least not just yet. Olena was so consumed in her thoughts that she hardly heard someone walking onto the balcony behind her, only turning when they were a few feet away, giving them a soft smile. “Haloo.”

He’d come out for a quick smoke. It was a habit he’d dropped a while ago but came back to at the announcement of the Summit and the reemergence of anxiety that bubbled in the pit of his stomach. The royal family had had some trouble finding Edward his match, starting first with the son of an Eastern European family and then settling on a more obvious alliance in the form of his friend and technical ex from Canada. He was glad that he was no longer being shipped off to a total stranger but… it was weird. He was in dire need of a cigarette.

When he saw the girl stood looking over the balcony, he paused, about to turn and find another place to brood. But then she addressed him, so he replied, “Evening, mind if I smoke here?”

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hadassahsafir:

Hadassah’s head snapped up as the man on stage closed his speech, grinning deftly. He left the stage before yet another hopeless diplomat took the stage, fumbling with her notecards. 

“When is this stupid thing going to end?” Hadassah mumbled, eyes trained on Edward. “I mean, how many politicians do we have to listen to before one finally makes a semi-decent point.”

She twirled her fork in the pate covering her ornate plate. “Canada, huh? That’s a big adjustment,” Hadassah took a sip of her champagne. “Hope you don’t freeze your ass off.”

“I haven’t even been paying attention, to be honest. These things are always a bore.” His gaze flicked away from the speaker dismissively and back to her. “I’m not really sure why they thought I might want to attend this, it isn’t like I have any expertise in... greenhouse gas emissions? Is that what this is about?”

Edward stabbed the tiny appetizer with his fork idly. Red cabbage was an odd thing for them to serve at an event like this. It brought him back to his days in Manchester when his mum would cook up a big hot pot soup. No matter what she made it would always have red cabbage in it. She would never let him leave the table until he’d finished his whole bowl which would always end up taking hours. He nodded along to her musings on Canada, “I don’t know if I’ll be moving there or not, hopefully I can convince him to move to London. I’m just thankful that it’s at least somebody that I know and get along with instead of a complete stranger. Although, Taiwan? It’s pretty hot there, isn’t it?”

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Christmas/Winter Starters!

{ Might add more later. Enjoy for now! }

🎁 Our muses open presents together! 🎄 Our muses decorate a christmas tree together! 🏬 Our muses go christmas shopping! 🔪 Our muses choose and cut their own tree! 💃 Our muses go ice-skating! 🌁 Our muses play in the snow! 🍛 Our muses make a Christmas dinner together! 🍪 Our muses bake and decorate Christmas cookies! 👀 Our muses stay up waiting for santa! 🎅 One muse still believes in santa… how does the other handle it? 🔥 Our muses drink hotchocolate and cuddle next to the fireplace! 📺 Our muses watch Christmas films together! 🎨 Our muses make christmas crafts - snowflakes, snowmen and more! 🏠 Our muses decorate the outside of the house! 💰 Our muses go decortion shopping! 👪 Our muses go to the mall to sit on santas lap! 🎶 Our muses listen to christmas songs! 📥 Our muses sled down a hill! ⛺ Our muses make a gingerbread house! 🏂 Our muses go snowboarding! 🏡 Our muses assist at a homeless shelter on christmas! 👶 Our muses visit a childrens hospital and give gifts to kids! 🚙 Our muses drive/walk around to look at peoples xmas lights at night! 🎬 Our muses watch a christmas play together! 😱 Our muses get snowed into their house! 🍻 Our muses get drunk off of booze filled egg nog! 🐎 Our muses take a horse drawn sleigh ride! 👕 One muse forces the other to wear ugly, matching christmas sweaters! 🎼 Our muses go caroling! 🎊 muses attend a christmas party! 💏 Our muses meet under the mistletoe - Accidentally or on purpose is your choice!

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philolcgist:

The cake was much too sweet for Phillip’s liking but at this point he was starving so just about anything would have sufficed. So he continued to eat, raising his eyebrows and humming at the appropriate times in the other’s story. “ Oh poor thing. “ Phil cooed, half teasing, half sympathetic. He knew just as well as Edward that those ‘’photographers ‘’could be a gigantic pain in the arse. “ that was clever though. giving them bad photos. “ Prince or not, Phil wouldn’t have hesitating in shooting them the rod. ( much to his parent’s dismay )  At least one of the two boys had some sense.

Phillip nearly choked from laughing with food in his mouth when Edward mentioned him being paired off to a princess. “ That’s just a bit of wishful thinking, I’m sure. “ He teased, hand covering his mouth. “ Making the little girls who read that magazine think that they’d have a chance at you in their dreams.  “  There  was a moment where Phil had to swallow his food and gain his composure back, “ Of course I’m number one. “  He posed in a cocky tone.  Edward didn’t look to happy about it, but he just ignored that. “ If it was someone else I’d have to step up my game. “

“Oh yes, I’m every girl’s dream, aren’t I?” He waggled his eyebrows, taking another bite of his cake and shaking his head. “Ugh, I couldn’t even imagine having to deal with that. I mean, I feel sorry for any gay princes and princesses of the past who were forced into a hetero union.” He pronounced ‘hetero’ with dramatic disgust, scrunching up his face. He kicked up his feet onto the small coffee table that sat in front of the couch. 

“We’re going to break so many thirteen year old’s hearts when they find out we’re tying the knot with other people. I’m already looking forward to all the fanfiction about our secret love affair.” Edward grinned, not quite looking at the other prince. Part of getting married meant moving away. And Poland was soso far from Canada. Even if Phillip ended up marrying some Ukrainian, it would definitely raise some eyebrows for them to continue their frequent visits to each other. And as more and more duties were heaped onto them, they’d have less and less time to Skype and text. He wondered what the expiration date on their friendship would be. If this would be the beginning of a countdown of their last times spent together.

Text → Edward/Phillip

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philolcgist:

Phillip couldn’t help but wonder if he said the wrong thing, eyebrows coming together in a slip second of confusion as Edward moved away from him.

On the one hand, he understood why he’d be fed up or done with the topic. The second the royals landed in Greece it was all anyone wanted to talk about.�� Wedding this,  fiance that. It was shoved down there throats, a constant reminder that this wasn’t a vacation away from home. – But on the other hand, he almost thought that Edward would want to talk about his soon-to-be husband. To brag about how wonderful Marcel was, if nothing else. It wasn’t as though they’d ever had an issue talking about relationships with each other in the past.

But Phil had never been the type to poke and pro, so he followed suit instead, getting up and playing along as if he hadn’t noticed. “ Fine, fine. “ He mused, crossing over to retrieve the slice. He took a bite without skipping a beat and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. “ Do I even want to ask what happened ?? “ He asked at the mention of the paparazzi. 

“Well, they scared the shit out of me, first of all, popping up out of nowhere.” He began, grateful that his change of subject was going to slide. “And I looked terrible. Really hungover. Sunglasses, messy hair, everything. I was just trying to get a coffee at the little place down the street and then lights were flashing.” Edward sat up, shoveling another bite of his cheesecake in his mouth, “I couldn’t very well flip them off, y’know, ‘cause that’s not exactly kosher. So I decided to just give them weird as hell pictures that no magazine would buy.”

He watched the fork travel from Phil’s plate to his lips, his eyes following as it disappeared past his lips. Edward quickly looked away. “I didn’t really want any magazines guessing about the hangover. Did you know that I read a list of people Seventeen magazine thought I was getting paired with and there were girls on it? And the fucking Prince of Taiwan who I think is straight? And is also a huge prick. You were number one, of course.” He trilled at the end, rolling his eyes. The whole world seemed to have bought their act, Edward had scoured the Internet for people who had caught on but other than a few cynics here and there, people seemed to believe that what they had had been real. 

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philolcgist:

It was Phil’s turn to make a teasing noise of disgust and bump his shoulder against his friends. “ Jesus, “ He laughed. “ I’m not in any rush to get paired off. I’d rather face doom single-handedly. Though, I must admit I do want that moose so maybe, on second thought we should rush this. “

He just sort of… nodded. Unsure how to respond. To think that just months ago they were playing mario kart, goofing off. And now they have all these responsibility and pressure on their shoulders. 

The whole time Edward spoke about the pros of his fiance, Phil’s eyes were on the television screen. Not because he was suddenly invested in the movie or not listening. But because he didn’t want to give anything away by looking at Edward, letting him gauge his reaction. – They weren’t dating. They never really had. And yet, the idea of Edward walking around with this perfect little blonde prince made his stomach turn uncomfortably. Not because he was jealous ! obviously !  Not at all. He was just… worried for his friend. Right. That’s it. “ That’s good. I mean, the two of you will get to know each other over time. You’ve only  just met. “ He tried to sound positive about the whole thing. “ It’s pretty there. The buildings and the people, apparently. I don’t think you’d hate it. “

He nodded noncommittally. “Yeah, I’m sure it is.” 

Edward found that he didn’t really want to talk about it. All anyone was discussing was their betrothed and eventual weddings, it was beginning to ring in his ears like the notes of a funeral march. Married at twenty-four wasn’t how he’d ever seen his life, especially not before he had been thrust into royalty. People kept bringing up that this wasn’t a surprise, they had known this would happen their entire lives. But he hadn’t. When they’d discussed the Summit with him at age 11, he’d nodded along in boredom, 2025 had felt like a long way off. And he’d convinced himself that it was, even as he grew older. 

And now it was here and he was being carted off to a total stranger, far away from anyone he knew and who knew him for what he was. Talking about it with Phil was weird. It almost felt wrong, although of course they weren’t actually exes or anything, but it was enough to put him on edge. Avert his eyes, feel a slight flush of something that wasn’t quite shame.

Edward rolled off the bed and walked over to where the food still lay, flopping down onto the couch. “I swear to god, I will eat your cake and I will force you to order your own if you don’t get over here and take it.” He hoped his shift in topic didn’t come off as too abrupt. “As for the ‘how has being not boring’ been treating me? Like a charm. I’ve gotten drunk almost every night, I went out exploring instead of attending some boring fundraiser, and I made a fool of myself in front of the paparazzi.”

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philolcgist:

He tried so hard to keep a straight face, to keep from giving the satisfaction of making him laugh over something so cheesy. And yet he found himself failing miserably. “ Jokes on you ! Some people find those little things cute ! “ Before obviously. The after the fact monster thing that they turned into? …. Not so much. 

Phil had been joking ( Mostly ) about the hello hug and more so, with the whole ‘ no homo ‘ thing ( a running gag between the two that the younger loved to use an excuse to do anything touchy or borderline romantic. ) He hadn’t expected Edward to actually hug him  now after the fact. But honestly, he wasn’t complaining.  Phil missed this; just being with the boy. His smell, his warmth, the little details in his expression when he looked at him and smiled. – They’d spoken before coming to Greece on Skype and their phones, but there were so many little things that made this, having in in person, so much better.

 “ It’s… boring. For lack of a better word. “ He made an attempt to shrug but it was awkward and only one shoulder bounced. “ You know how my family is. They’re taking all of this super seriously, checking in to make sure we’re all behaving like angels. Oh and apparently my mother’s hired a planner for these four hypothetical weddings. “ Hypothetical in the sense that a) they didn’t feel real and b) all four of the Canadian princes had yet to be paired off, as far as they knew. “ How’s it been being not boring ? “ Then he added more softly, eyes flicking toward the screen in the most casual way. “ How do you like your fiance ? “ 

“One wedding planner. Four royal weddings.” He said in a terrible American-accented movie narrator voice. “This Christmas see how one woman really can do it all.” More seriously, he added, “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be paired and facing your doom with the rest of us soon enough. I’m already picking out the best moose for your wedding gift.”

Edward watched him for a moment and murmured, “It sucks having family on your back. I think it’s just a stressful time for all of us.”

He rested his chin in his hands, absently watching the McCallister family struggle to get ready for their trip. At his question, Edward’s eyes drifted towards a spot in the carpet, “Oh, he’s nice enough. Good-looking. Shorter than me. All pros in my book. But we don’t really know each other very well yet,” he sighed. “Although, I guess we will soon enough. I’m mostly terrified that I’m going to have to move to Poland. What is there in Poland?”

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philolcgist:

“ Home Alone. “ He voted, jumping on the movie that he was the most familiar with. The first sounded like something straight off of the Hallmark Channel and the later, while he’d technically seen it, Phil couldn’t tell who the characters were of what the actual plot was. Whenever it was on, something else would easily grab his attention. “ Oh look, it’s you ! “ Phil called when the title ‘the grinch’ popped up. “ why didn’t you tell me that you were getting a documentary ? “

Brown eyes turned to meet the boy’s gaze, instinctively leaning into Edward’s touch when his fingertips brushed against his cheek. He didn’t realize what he’d been doing until he saw the icing oh his hand. Oh. Geeze. “ Thanks. “ He replied, sheepish. “ Oh please, you’re the gayest thing in this whole hotel. Plus it’s not gay if you say ‘ no homo  ‘. Problem solved. “ 

“Shut up,” Edward grinned, shoving him harshly on the shoulder. He hovered over Gremlins on the screen and returned, mischievously, “Look, that one’s you!”

He flicked back towards Home Alone, which was innocent enough. He’d seen it about a million times and it wasn’t really a movie that demanded too much of your attention. It was two hours of 8 year old Macaulay Culkin nearly murdering two dumb criminals –– mindless. Which was what he needed right now, to just turn off his brain and stop thinking about everything without the involvement of alcohol.

 Edward smiled warmly at him. The staff would clean the floor when they came by to change his sheets in the morning. He flung an arm around the others shoulders, slightly awkwardly as their current position wasn’t the best for hugging, and squeezed him closer, “Oh. Well, in that case... no homo.” He charged the movie rental to his hotel tab and let the opening credits play. “How has being boring been treating you?”

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ofalannah:

“good morning,” alannah whispered as she lifted the coffee mug to her lips. back home in ireland, she had always gotten up early enough to watch the sunrise, but this was the first time she would wake up early enough in greece. she smiled at the other, patting the chair next to her. “i’m not used to having company this early. why are you up?”

Edward startled, he didn’t realize that she’d noticed him lingering in the doorframe of the little porch area that looked out on the Greek horizon. He’d come here to clear his mind after a night of restlessness, a cup of strong English tea in hand, but had paused when he noticed Alannah sitting in one of the porch chairs. He knew her. They were friends almost. They’d gone to brunch together and explored the British countryside among a group of other important English and Irish young adults, at least. But looking at her now, he just saw Artem’s betrothed. Not that that should mean anything to him, he and Artie weren’t even really friends anymore. But it was strange, nonetheless. 

Slowly he approached and settled into the chair beside her, “Morning,” he practically whispered, “I couldn’t sleep. I figured I might as well enjoy the sunrise, instead of staring at the hotel ceiling.”

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natashalupei:

“If you’re going to be boring, you can sit somewhere else,” Natasha plainly stated in a raspy voice as the smoke escape pass her lips. “I don’t need that kind of negativity in my life.” The small smirk on her pale face was the dead giveaway that she was only teasing the other person.

“Oh, I’m boring, am I?” Edward replied, amusement trailing his voice. “You’re the one hogging everything.” He reached over to try and pull the bong away from her. It wasn’t his favorite way to smoke, he preferred the neat easiness of a rolled joint. There was way less preparation and skill involved and you didn’t have to bother with the constant cleaning of the glass opening before each hit. “I thought you brought me here so we could share, Tassa.”