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I had this theory when I was younger that Santa was actually a wizard.

[As soon as the words leave her lips she’s laughing, bringing a hand up to cover her face momentarily.]

I can’t believe I just said that out loud.

[Hand falling away from her face when she feels Aleksander lift his head, Daisy smiles at him.]

I always want you to keep me warn.

[Her voice lacks the teasing it had before. It’s a confession, even if it’s not as serious as an “I love you’. She’s grown to really care for him, to want to be around him, to miss him when they’re apart.]</small

He could have been. I've found that the stories about the saints get corrupted, as times goes by. Twisted to fit the current narrative of the throne.

[His smile turns wicked, teeth gleaming in the low lights before he dips his head to kiss her shoulder again. Marvelling, again and probably for every single time, that there's nothing about her own innate powers that surges up to meet his.

It's- curious.

How it doesn't leave him cold, but it kindles a warmth in the pit of stomach. In the place that's warmed and charmed by the trees and the candy, by the deceptive innocence of the holidays and the half-heard stories about them.]

I'll see what I can do.

I can't tell if you're being serious, or just playing along with my silly theories.

[Smile widening when he kisses her shoulder, Daisy watches him for a moment in silence. Hand reaching up to push his hair out of his face, fingertips brushing against his cheek after.]

This is easily the best Valentine's Day I've ever had, and I have you to thank for that.

I am versatile. I can do both.

[There's a certain sense of freedom to found here, settled against Daisy's side, with his hand over her beating heart. With the scent of sex and frosting in the air. Something sweet and clean, of Daisy and his sheets.

Something far removed from Ravka, from the world he knows so well he could travel the Vy with his eyes closed and still reach his destination without fail. Far removed from the Black Heretic and the Unsea, from the General of the Second army and the paltry scraps afforded his people that he had begged, bartered and killed for.]

Oh, but you have thanked me, Daisy. So very thoroughly. And you're welcome.

You’re such a dork.

[Smile widening, Daisy’s hand slides back up into his hair as she lifts her head to kiss him gently. She’s noticed that lately, whenever she’s around him, her heart starts racing with excitement. It’s something she tries not to think about too much, knowing that eventually, there’s a chance of them going separate ways and never seeing each other again. Or worse.

Not remembering the other even exists.

Pulling back, Daisy keeps her eyes closed as she presses her forehead against his. Her fingertips massaging at the crown of his skull.

Three words are right on the tip of her tongue, but she can’t bring herself to say them out loud. The fear of rejection holding her back.]

Edited 2022-05-17 12:06 (UTC)

Was that a compliment?

[Or a tease. Another word from a foreign world that he doesn't understand, with rules and regulations that only rarely make any sense to him. But the scrape of Daisy's fingernails across his scalp distract him from asking more about it, about the world she left behind to come here.

He knows enough.

That she's no stranger to loss. Or pain.

Rubbing his face gently against hers, the Darkling laughs softly.]

Don't stop, that- feels amazing.

More like a term of endearment.

[She could've teased him for not knowing, but she can't bring herself to right now. Smiling when he tells her how good that feels, Daisy rests her cheek against his as she continues to run her fingertips through his hair.]

Did I finally find your weakness?

[Okay, maybe she's up for a little teasing.]

Mmmm, maybe you did.

[How easily she mentioned weakness, as if it didn't spell death and destruction to even admit to having it. As if weakness and want didn't color the latest months of his life until it was mired in it, like being stuck in quicksand and drowning.

But he's tired.

Hope dwindling as the days on the station keeps piling up, when every mission is a success but they still wake up here. Every day, Ravka seems further and further away, but Daisy's fingers twisted in his hair has its own taste of familiarity.

The scent of her skin. The low thuds of her heart beating next to his own.]

Don't tell anyone.

[Smile growing when he tells her not to tell anyone, Daisy closes her eyes as she soaks in his closeness. This almost feels more intimate, being physically and emotionally close to him. She manages to suppress that feeling that often overwhelms her, that one day he'll leave her. Or worse.]

Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me.

[There's a teasing edge to her tone, but she means it. He can be open with her, if he wants to.]

I really do hope so.

[With just a tiny edge of hardness, that she would not betray this slice of trust that he puts in her.

She has seen more of him than anyone on this station, more than anyone from his own world (station-inhabitant excluded) and he... likes this. Like the easy banter before bed, likes her gentle hands in his hair and the scent of her skin clinging to his bed sheets.]

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