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"Can't see why it would need lil 'ol me." He chuckled softly at the idea. He didn't find himself all that important. "Never quite seen an angel myself, but the world certainly is filled with surprises." He smiled. "You do rather suit being an angel, I must say."

"Perhaps the world needed someone like you, or this world did at least." Izzy in her short time of knowing Alcide had come to have a level of respect for the other. He seemed to take his fate in stride, one that she almost envied. "I don't think I died, but I do know I was at least part angel."

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"You deserved to be free. It was the easiest decision I ever made." He hums softly. Truthfully, he had fallen in love with Emma the moment they locked eyes for the very first time. Nick would have done quite literally anything for her. He still would. "Oh, for me?" He had a mischievous smile on his lips. Who didn't love to be spoiled, especially by a gorgeous woman like Emma. "I do remember. Could never quite figure out what you were planning." He raised a brow as she said that. 'Don't be mad.' Was often followed by something devious. Usually he didn't mind. "A witch?" He asked, dismay coating his words. "Emma..." He wasn't disappointed, he was nervous. The vampire never did like witches. "Darling, are you certain this isn't some trick to get you to walk in the sun so you can burn?" He looked down at his ring cautiously. "You will not be the one who tests it out first. I will."

emma's arms tightened around his neck, one hand softly entangled in his hair. "you already have," she whispered. "you've given me freedom. do you understand that, nicklas?" her eyes searched his, earnest and wide. "before you, i was just… surviving. breathing because i had to. now with you i'm finally living." but he knew all that. how much of a relief it had been when nick had unshackled her from that terrible life she was caged in. "i know you did." she reached to give him another peck on the lips. "but this time, i have something to give you." emma entangled herself from him and went to her vanity table. "remember when i said i needed your wedding ring?" she pulled the bag out of the draw and returned to him, grabbing his hand to hold out his palm and placed the bag in. "now, don't get mad," emma said softly, but knowingly. "but i found a witch. she knows a spell. one that can protect us from sunlight. all we have to do is keep our rings on and we can walk in the sun."

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"Of course I'm confident." It was a bit of a front, though. To hide the true insecurities. "Is that a trick question?" He chuckled, just teasing. "Hm, depends what you find interesting." He alluded with a grin. "Let's just say don't scratch my car unless you want yours to go missing."

"That is subjective. Though there is an air of confidence about you, it's rare to see it" and admittedly attractive, but he tended to find something about everyone he found attractive. "Haven't we all?" he asked with a shrug, ok maybe not here, but he had been wanted by the British and the Spanish for good reasons. Ok not good, in his eyes, but still, reasons. "Anything interesting?"

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She always felt shy when he looked at her like that, but she couldn't deny how much she loved to hold his gaze. "Better than you?" She giggled, as her cheeks flushed, comforted by the warmth that radiated from him. "I think you look the best in everything, your grace." Safiye would always feel that he was out of her league, that she wasn't deserving of his affections, but she was glad she still had them. She paused when he began to speak once more, looking up at him with hopefulness in her eyes. She was desperately hanging on to his words, feeling her chest tighten in anticipation. Her lips parted, batting her lashes at him. Then he halted his train of thought. She wanted to question, to pull the words from him, but she bit her tongue. Safiye did not wish to pressure him, and hearing him even tip-toe around it was more than enough. "Thank you, your grace." She beamed up at him. "...I enjoy wearing your clothing." She whispers her confession quietly, hoping he didn't quite hear her. It felt incredibly intimate to her still. "My king deserves to be spoiled." She says perhaps a little too adamantly. She glances over as he sets the table, a bit taken aback, her heart threatening to flutter right out of her chest. She didn't know what had changed, and she wanted to almost pinch herself, but she was greatful for it all. "You don't make anything hard on me." She looked over at him with a sad smile, bothered that he thought that. An idea sprung to mind then, her nose scrunching a little as she smiled to herself. "But if you're concerned about me resting..." She looked over at him again, her smile turning more playful and michevious. "I could spend the night so you can keep an eye on me." She giggled, turning her face away as she blushed. She hardly ever asked him such bold questions. "You know, just so you can make sure I'm resting."

rhys leaned his shoulder against the frame of the kitchen door, arms folded as he watched her with that unreadable expression he wore so well. he hadn't said anything when he entered. just listened. to the song, to her voice, to the quiet domesticity he hadn't realized he liked until now. and maybe it was that small, unexpected ache that made his voice come out softer than usual. "you don't need to change," he said, finally. his gaze flicked down her figure once before meeting her eyes again. "you look better in my shirt than i ever have." he pushed off the doorframe and stepped closer, not to overwhelm, but to be near. the warmth from the stove met the quiet heat of his presence behind her. "there's something about it," he murmured, half to himself. "seeing you here, like this. makes it feel like-" he cut himself off, clearing his throat. "no, stay just as you are. it suits you." then, as if remembering to return to his usual tone, he glanced over her shoulder at what she was cooking. but still, his usual tone didn't return. "you're spoiling me. we could've ordered in, but this... this is better." a pause. "unless you'd rather rest, i mean. i know i don't exactly make things easy on you." his hand ghosted lightly against her back as he passed by, moving to set the table without waiting to be asked.

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"Oh. Well, that is impressive." She chuckles softly, offering a warm smile. "Mine started as dreams as well. Then suddenly everything just...hit me." She let's out a small sigh. "Please, I'm here to talk anytime! It would be a pleasure to help you through anything." All Safiye could do wad stare at him, lips slightly parted as she tried to find the words. "I..." She avoids hid gaze, looking down at her cup anxiously. "I'm not sure." She confesses quietly. "I think he...appreciates me."

"Sort of? I...there's not necessarily a lot of memories? But I can speak a language I don't know, so...I know something's happening." Spider smiled a little and shrugged. "I'm having weird dreams, but....I feel like they're too far fetched to be real. I don't know." He frowned a little, but returned her smile. "Thank you though Safiye! If I find out anything I'll probably be showing up to talk to you." As her smile faded, he frowned, not liking to see her upset. He also didn't like the answer to his questions. "That's not what I asked. If you don't love him, and he doesn't make you happy, then this is a whole new world! Rules don't apply here. Does he love you?"

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This was all far too surreal for him. Things back home were plenty chaotic enough, but this was all something on a completely different level. Still, he should be thanking whatever or whoever the hell it was doing all of this. It brought him back to life, and back to Sookie.

"You reckon?" He laughs softly at her words. "Dunno, maybe I could be." He said, somewhat hopeful. He had only ever thought of starting a family with Debbie and, well, Sookie too. "Oh I don't believe someone ain't interested in ya, though. They'd be blind not to be." Sookie was magnetic, he could never deny that. Afterall, she managed to catch his attention plenty of times.

"You studying? That's great, Sook." He felt genuinely happy to hear it. She deserved a whole lot better than she got, that's for sure. "Education, huh? Yeah, that suits you." He squeezed his arms around her a little tighter. "Y'know I'm proud of ya." He meant it, he truly did. No matter what, he always would be.

"You ain't a blackhole. Don't say that." He shook his head at her adamantly. Alcide would always defend Sookie, even if it was against her own thoughts. "I wouldn't of been better off without ya. You can't convince me on that." He never really thought about it. He didn't want to picture a life without her in it. It felt wrong.

"Maybe this life is a second chance, though." He sighed, pulling away to get a better look at her. "A life without...without them fuckin' vampires." His voice grew gruff, just the thought of Compton and Northman making his blood boil. "You deserve somethin' peaceful for a change. I'd do anythin to keep it that way."

She couldn't help the bashful smile that came as heat rushed to her cheeks, flushing red with a blush at his compliment and tease all mixed into one. She held his gaze, even if she wanted to drop it to better hide her face. In truth, she didn't want to forget a feature of him. She had already lost him once and pictures, pictures never truly did him any justice. "Now come on Alcide, you would ha--- you would be an amazing pa." Sookie complimented honestly, pausing just to swap out of the past tense she had become accustom to using. He was alive and that meant Sookie could make sure he actually got everything he deserved this time around. "Oh no, I ain't seeing no one." She shook her head slightly before continuing. "Vampire, human, shifter, wolf or otherwise.." Sookie admitted, nervously biting the inside of her cheek. She let out a soft laugh at his comment, "Then what does that say about me still being a server, albeit i'm in college as well.. which seemed like a pipe dream back home." They just didn't have the money and Sookie didn't want to leave her Gran. Part of her wondered how different her life would have been if she had made it out of Bon Temps before she started to garner a body count. "I'm studying education, before my memories and my telepathy came back. I was hoping to be an elementary teacher." She didn't know if that was still in her cards. "I wasn't a blackhole to the people around me here." It was brutal honest comment on her life, but it was alright to be honest around Alcide. He was her safe place once upon a time. Vulnerability wasn't so scary with him this close. Back home, she brought death and destruction to everyone she cared about. Her parent's dead because of her, her gran too. Alcide fell into that as well, same with Tara. Heck, even for all Debbie's faults. Sookie still imploded her life, at least the second time around. "I wish I could have done the same back home, perhaps everyone would have been better off." It was a thought she always had, what if she had been different. Perhaps Bon Temps wouldn't have been better off . "I know that's not what you meant but it's true. My ma and pa here live back on the main land, my gran and papaw died of old age happily together.. though I didn't have a brother, so i'll chalk that one in the loss category." She missed Jason, but that was a whole different conversation..

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"I have no idea what you're on about." He scoffs, shaking his head at him. "Uh huh, you're a real romeo aren't you." He couldn't help but tease a little. "I mean, there's a difference between knowing you would and y'know, actually doing the damn thing."

ivar simply rolled is eyes at the comment. "that's usually all you. sabotaging your own love life with your pessimism," he reminded him. he shook his head at his comment, chuckling ever so slightly. "i'll take her out whenever she wants to. i'd do anything for her. she knows that."

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"I think we'd end up like, stupid rich. Definitely would be a hot commodity." It was a silly idea to indulge in, but it was at least comforting to have something to focus on rather than their circumstances. "Let's hope we get stuck together again, if we do somehow get transported yet again. I wouldn't mind getting back home, though."

"I was thinking the same thing. That could be fun to have the only export of coffee in a place. I mean, we'd make millions too." Louis hummed. "If we ever get sent to another place, I am totally keeping that in mind. If anything, I will make sure the place is well caffeinated and I will have money to live on."

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Safiye hummed as she rummaged through the fridge and cabinets, finding various ingredients to make their meal. She always felt most content like this, acts of service for those she cared about. It made her feel useful. The song she hummed was something from back home, loving and comforting. Something one might sing to soothe their loved one. It took her a moment before she noticed his presence in the doorway, taking a glance over her shoulder. Her eyes lingered on him, trailing up and down, and just taking him in. She stared for a moment too long, before she blinked rapidly and blushed once she realised. Safiye could never deny how undoubtedly handsome he was. He was almost too attractive. That fact alone made her shy around him. "You look lovely, your grace." She said with a soft smile, turning her head away as she resumed cooking. Then suddenly she tensed up, realising how under dressed she was compared to him. "O-Oh, would you like me to get dressed too, your grace?" She fumbled out past an awkward chuckle. Truthfully, she found herself enjoying wearing his shirt perhaps a bit too much. It made her feel close to him in a sense, that she was important enough for him to share his clothing. It was simple, but it made her heart race nonetheless. "I'm sure my skirt is...somewhere."

rhys blinked. once. twice. he hadn't expected that. the warmth of her kiss still lingered on his lips by the time she was halfway to the kitchen. her giggle echoed off the walls. light, genuine, almost musical. and it stopped him in his tracks more than any scream or slap or punch ever had. he sat perfectly still, the teacup halfway raised once more, his hand frozen mid-motion. for all his cold edges and calculated cruelty, there were rare moments where something cracked through. and this was one of them. not because she had kissed him. not because she cooked or obeyed or called him your grace. but because it was her who kissed him first. softly. bravely. with nothing but warmth behind it. he let the tea rest back on the table with a soft clink and leaned back in his seat. a small smirk curled at the edge of his lips, but it lacked the usual malice. replaced instead by something unreadable. "ridiculous girl," he muttered quietly so she didn't hear, trying to shake the feeling. and yet he sat there, waiting, eyes fixed on the doorway to the kitchen. waiting for the sound of pans clattering. waiting for her voice, light and careful. waiting for the smell of whatever comfort food she considered worthy of serving to a monster like him. he would eat every bite. he always did, when it came from her. after another moment, he got up and headed to his bedroom. so he could change into some clothes. for some reason, he wanted to be seen as respectable by her. when he came back out, he lingered in the kitchen door way. leaning against the frame and just simply watching her.

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"Well, I have impeccable restraint." He boats with a small scoff. For all his confidence, however, even he wasn't certain how he would react to fairy blood. Nicklas frowned at his further explanation, still not happy with what he was hearing. "Well, perhaps you should fine comfort in someone else." He suggests, somewhat uncertain with his answer. Nick wasn't quite sure what he'd do with himself if Emma had not fallen for him. "I do not wish to see you torture yourself over him. You deserve to be loved." He sighed deeply. He supposed it was easier said than done. "Maybe a little jealously will kick him into gear." He suggested somewhat sarcastically. "I have abilities of my own, mind control if you will, I'm sure I could make him remember." Nick didn't particularly care about the potential dangers, just whatever it took to make his brother feel better.

"That doesn't give you a free pass to call me old, though." He teased with a small laugh. "The gods thought I was too pretty to age, thankfully." He grins at himself, smug and full of himself. "Everything can be killed, some just more difficult than others."

Kiran looked a little startled at the warning, but he laughed. "Don't worry, I won't offer my blood to any vampires. Likely the only one I would is you, if you ever needed it. Though from the sound of it that's not a good idea." He smiled softly before looking down at his drink, taking a sip before Nick was turning to face him and Kiran looked at him seriously. "There's nothing to apologize for, it's a valid question, I just..." He sighed, fingers drumming on the countertop before he finally spoke. "It's not exactly that he's more important than me, it's just that he doesn't even remember our world, the life he lived, and he's in love with someone else. She makes him happy, and perhaps he's not even into men, and I'll just end up pining anyways with our platonic mate bond." He grimaced a bit, not liking the sound of that future at all. Though Nick's protectiveness made him smile, Kiran lightly nudging the other with his elbow. "That's something Valo would've said. My brother, before. He used to think I should look after myself more too."

Laughing a bit, he shook his head. "I might be a baby compared to you, oh ancient one." Kiran grinned at him, nodding at his comment about aging. "Thankfully neither do I. Seems like a terrible prospect, living forever but aging normally. But who knows if this entity is something killable. Maybe it's just a force of nature or something non-sentient."

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Nicklas smiled at her with a fondness that was exclusively reserved for her. His life never had so much value until he met her, finally wishing to live for another than just himself. "Everything I've given you is what you deserve." He still felt electric whenever she touched him, just as if it were the first time. "In fact, it's only half as much as you truly deserve. I still have a lot more to give you." He hummed softly as their foreheads pressed together. He swore he could almost feel his heart beat again when she kissed him, fully leaning into her touch. "We have eternity, and I intend to spoil you every chance I get." His voice was soft, warm. "I meant it when I told you I'd give you the world, my love."

emma’s expression softened, the usual teasing glint in her eyes replaced by something warmer, something achingly genuine. her fingers traced the line of his jaw with a tenderness, as if committing him to memory. even though she already knew every inch of him by heart. "you’ve always been such a poet," she murmured, her voice a quiet melody only for him. "and yet, i don’t think you could ever truly put into words what you’ve given me." her thumb brushed over his lips as she spoke, lingering there for a moment before trailing down to rest over his no longer beating heart. "for so long, i thought love was only something in fairy tales." she laughed softly. "and then i found you. and suddenly, forever didn’t seem long enough." she leaned in, resting her forehead against his. "what do i desire?" she echoed, her lips barely brushing his. "you. here. with me. always." a gentle kiss followed, slow and deep, as if she was tasting eternity itself on his lips. and when she finally pulled back, her smile was softer, but no less sure. "you’ve already given me everything, my love. i just plan on cherishing it for as long as time allows." she was materialistic, yes. but as long as emma had nick, she rarely wanted for anything else.

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Evette still couldn't fully comprehend the way he made her feel, how the way he looked at her caused her to melt completely. "I had to resist you for over a year, I'm out of practice now." She huffed dramatically, only for a small giggle to betray her theatrics. "Hm, and you think you'll be rewarded everytime? Very presumptuous." She teased with a small smirk, but it quickly softened once their fingers laced together. He managed to get another blush out of her, a soft giggle emerging again. "Well, I suppose we'll just have to for the sake of your health." She raises her hand, lightly poking at his chest. "You're still taking the medicine, though."

ivar's grin was lazy and smug all at once, the kind that crept in slowly and never quite left once it settled. he watched her with that familiar spark in his eyes, the one that always gave her away before she even realized how flustered she looked. "mm, see? i knew you couldn't resist me when i behave," he murmured, voice low and teasing. he let her kiss the tip of his nose without flinching, though he scrunched it slightly in playful protest. his fingers found hers, holding her hand with a quiet kind of reverence. "you know, if this is what i get for behaving… i might start making a habit of it." he rose only after stealing one more kiss. quick, but tender. then stretched carefully with a soft groan. "alright, let's get dressed before i forget how." his tone stayed warm as he glanced over his shoulder. "but fair warning, that was a better fix than any medicine. so if i start aching again... well." he smirked once more.

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"I'll try not to. Though, he is pretty cozy to snuggle up to." She chuckled. "My home?" She repeated the question, taking a moment to think about it. "It was...similar to here. At least in the way it all looks. My boyfriend and I both came from there. Things didn't exactly go well back home, so I'm glad I get to be with him here."

"I highly recommend it! Just don't fall asleep, not that anything bad will happen. You will just miss everything." Charlie had done that once or twice. He couldn't help himself. As someone who didn't sleep well, he felt like he lived in a constant state of exhaustion. "what was your home like? if that's okay to ask, of course."

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It felt right. All of this. Cordelia had somehow managed to get through his barricaded heart. Dean wasn't quite sure when exactly he had let his guard down, but he was glad she managed to get through. "Oh did you now?" He grinned, loving how playful he could be with her. His heart skipped a beat when she agreed. He supposed a part of him was expecting her to say no, relived that she hadn't. "Do I look like I'd write a song?" He scoffed, but another chuckle soon broke through. As their fingers laced together, he pulled their hands towards him so he could place a kiss against the back of her hand. "Might get a little mushy though, yeah." He said with a soft smile. "You make it difficult not to. So really it's your fault."

cordelia felt her heart stutter. just a little, just enough to make her breath catch as she looked back at him. it wasn't often someone got the better of her emotionally, let alone rendered her momentarily speechless. but he seemed to do it often. with that stupidly adorable grin and those stupidly sincere eyes. she arched a brow, trying to play it cool even as her cheeks warmed. "okay, first off, don't act like i didn't do you a favour by putting you in your place. someone had to." but her voice was gentler than usual, her sass more affectionate than sharp. she leaned in just slightly, her fingers brushing lightly along the collar of his shirt. "second… yes." her smile grew as she said it, genuine and a little surprised at herself. "yeah, i do. i wanna be your girlfriend." she paused, biting the inside of her cheek before adding, "but don't go writing a song about it or anything. i still reserve the right to make fun of you when you get all mushy." and yet, her hand found his. fingers lacing easily through his, and her thumb softly swept across his knuckles.

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"Thanks, I appreciate it." He laughs softly, running his fingers through his hair. "It must be, can't be anything human that's for sure." He sighed deeply. He didn't know enough to find any answers. "Dunno why whoever would pick to bring me back, suppose I should be grateful for it or some shit."

"Well, you look pretty good for a former dead guy." Izzy complimented with a slight chuckle, before continuing. "Maybe this place is connecting unique people, your a former dead man and i'm part angel... or well, I have Angel Blood in me." She still didn't quite understand the difference, but knew enough that she wasn't completely human. None of her friends were.

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"Well..." Dean wasn't quite sure how to respond to all of that. Still, something in the back of his head told him it wasn't far-fetched but he couldn't understand why. "I mean, if you could make it that I didn't have to sleep at all, that would be great." He chuckled. "It's just..." He paused, not really wanting to talk about it. "Not a fan of my dreams, is all."

Skye winced a little as he reacted, having forgotten that the other didn't know of her parentage. "Uh, yeah. Sorry, I'm used to being pretty casual about it. I'm a demigod? Usually you get some sort of extra abilities and an early death, so it's...an interesting situation. However, my corner of expertise is sleep and dreams, and it means I tend to be fairly invested in the sleeping habits of people I care about. No one is too busy to sleep Dean. I can help! If you're having difficulties."

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"I don't need pity." She says bluntly. Cat didn't exactly know how to accept kind gestures like this. "Make it up to me?" She questions, curiously. A small amused smile tugs at her lips. "And what exactly might that be?"

Biting back an immediate response, Christine laid one hand on the other's shoulder. An attempt at a comforting touch. "I'm sorry you have gone through such things." she spoke, "nor do I wish to bring you such pain by reliving. Maybe I can make it up to you?"