He grinned against her lips, before letting her down.

His hands move to her waist, picking her up off the ground briefly.

𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑. ——

He threaded his fingers into her hair, titling his head to deepen the kiss further. He smirked against her lips at the shocked gasp.

Barty gave a soft smile, before Dani’s words popped in his head. He thought it over a moment, before he turned and pulled her close, one hand in her hair as his lips met hers.

“I hope so. I worked all night the other night on those.”

He grinned and gave a nod. “You’re welcome. I brewed some of them myself. The potent ones.”

“I know you do.” He grinned.

“I may take you up on that.” He replied, brows raising.

“Nah, just the normal family stuff.” He chuckled, motioning to the spot beside him. “you can sit.”

“The usual stuff.” He sighed, sitting on the edge of the wall.

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐕𝐄.

“Not upset— not anymore at least.” He hums, catching all his knives and placing them back into his case. “What brings you out here?”

“I’ll fix them later. Maybe.” He shrugs, waving his hand to bring the knives back to him.

And now he feels eyes on him. Cue the squint into the darkness. “Panda?” He’d know that blonde hair anywhere.

Hm— alright then. If you say so.

He hasn’t noticed— not yet anyway. Continuing to hit his target every time.

She does? She never struck me as the type to want that— I didn’t want to push it.

I have made a move. She hasn’t done anything else with it. I brewed her multiple poisons and potions, and left them for her, and nothing.

I don’t play well with the jealousy game. If you want her so bad, go.

Why would I do that, when you’ve clearly taken her for yourself?

Throwing the knives he’s collected at a wall. He’ll fix it later.

She best be.

Now he’s just pissed off.

Well apparently you’re sleeping with your friend so.

. . .

Not a chance.

Don’t even think about it.

If anyone tries to flirt with her, he will kill them :)

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘.

she /could/ if she wanted to, he wouldn’t say no. anyway. .

He may have made a few poisons— he heard through the grapevine those are her favorites.

He’s leaving an array of different potions at @wnderfulmind.bsky.social’s door. Maybe he made a few for her himself.

Maybe, but doesn’t make them any less fun.

He lets himself melt into her arms, tears slipping down his cheeks. “Don’t tell anyone.” He said softly.

They are. You just can’t hear them.

He has arrived. Hold the applause.

He wraps his arms around her; melting into her arms. He swallows the lump in his throat, resting his fave against her shoulder.

Good to know 😌

He would appreciate that.

He wanders in and sits in the edge of her bed,, gaze on the floor.

He wouldn’t want him to take all that pain. He has enough of it.

He wouldn’t want him to do that.

He’s already making his way to her room.

He’s awake unfortunately. His scars hurt particularly bad tonight.

never

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