"No, baby, when I lived here I had my own flat. Gabriel and I shared it for a while." Which was rather the inconvenience at the time. For both of them. Miguel kissed her nose, her forehead, lips... Everywhere! He couldn't help it. "I do, I guess..."

"Ew..." He let out a chuckle anyway. "I wonder if my flat is still intact."

"Slept well?" Sticking his hand out of bed to brush her thigh with his knuckles.

// I'm finally free 🥲 I'll be a week in Rome but I'll have more time to be around (tried to do as much work as I could before the trip)

And Miguel woke up just now. Being back /home/ does wonders to someone. "Morning, my love..."

"No. And in all fairness, we would be… a portal away from HQ." Now he was truly considering it, but her voice brought him back. "Oh, c'mon..."

He could, of course. That's why he's mentally preparing for it. "Oh, then we would stay there forever, trust me."

They would need to throw an apology party later for everyone and while they put stuff —mostly Fliss— in the bags, Miguel's brain was handling the idea of a party. With people. Lots of it, probably. "We could visit Howth or Galway too. It's been ages since I went there."

Back home. Making coffee. Feeding the cats. Trying not to give into the urge to sleep on the couch for the next 72 hours.

He just woke up and for some reason he's in the Med Bay. ... "I don't know what happened but I have the feeling I'm gonna be yelled at..."

// I need a break 🥲

"It does, and it's probably freezing as well, so have that in mind when packing." Yeah, a few days, then come back. Explain that they are already married. Deal with Gabe's tantrum. Maybe go out for a few drinks together. Nice plan. "Let's go then."

Don't mind him, he's hunting-

In the meantime, Miguel has lost the lizard after he stopped looking at it for thirty seconds. "Where-!? Ay, Gabriel, te voy a matar-"

There's a... Gecko? Is that a… no. It's not. Whatever that weird lizard is (a bearded dragon), it's staring at him from the middle of the living room. "What... Do you want?" The bearded dragon took a step towards him and Miguel lifted his eyebrows. "Yeah?" He looks like a big cat vs a lizard.

// ah bueno, blsky está en blanco, me descojono

“I am too poor to have a fear of success.” ~Darcy Lewis ~Marvel Roleplay ~Canon Divergent ~Minors DNI ~Any art used is not my own, will delete if requested. Repost for mutuals?

AY, PUTA QUE LO PARIÓ

"Yes, mi reina."

// perfect spanish meme for this situation

"A mí me están grabando. Os lo juro por Dios, que a mí me están grabando."

"No, I don't want to die, of course not, pendeja. Obviously. That would be so tedious later, but... I'm dangerous, right? Even if the one holding the sword is you, even if I did absolutely nothing, even if I'm just standing here chatting with you. What a terrible terrible threat."

// give him a break

"Ay puta madre. Do your fucking job! I'm a threat isn't it? You said that like three times. Then kill me, c'mon! Aren't you so deadly and dangerous?"

"Then kill me."

"A threat according to you, even though you know little about me."

"I'm talking about the vampire hunter lady unable to tell the difference between a vampire and not a vampire."

His smile widened to the point he could not hold back a brief laugh. "For how long would you like to be there? I thought this would be one night, since we can go back whenever, but… should I pack too?" He would let her decide for how long they would stay.

One would expect these people to recognise the real threats, but alas...

"Yeah, yeah, you already said the wall bit. But, taken care of us? Us who exactly? Vampires? I'm not a vampire."

"No, never." And he's not especially worried about it. He's not the kind of creature that should be worried about those.

"Us Brits do like to persecute minorities and wipe out entire groups of people for no valid reason beyond greed."

"What will happen then?" He doesn't stop. "Will you kill me with your little sword?"

Of course she's a brit, by the way. History keeps repeating itself.

Walks forward. "Is that so?"

"Right, then, humans get the benefit of the doubt, but 'monsters' don't. Even if humans are also threats to them, you are the living proof of that. Therefore if you have the right to assume all 'monsters' are threats and must be killed, I should kill you right now on behalf of 'my kind'."

"Yeah, now. Have anything better to do right now?" He doesn't even know about the explosives. "So you do have premonition powers too, huh? Knew it." he teased.

"𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 being the key word here. Do all humans in your jurisdiction stick to humans regardless of their own principles and ideals? Every single one of them?"

// hey blsky, it'd be lovely if you notify me when someone replies to me

"Humans are also threats to humans."

"Define beings like me."

"I don't deal well with the whole 'you can't go here'. I go where my job demands me to be."

"Lovely."

// the way Miguel will transform into the most irish man to ever irish after a night in Dublin is gonna be amazing. He's going back to his original self since Fliss asked him to speak english in his accent

Now yer one over there is taking notes. Fantastic.

"I will take you to the Dublin of my time. It's not wildly different as I've learnt, the majority of the pubs remain intact." No Temple Bar, though. That's for tourists. "Even that outfit won't be that important in the end."

// I'm having a religious experience rn drawing one of my OC's because he's so pretty, I'm just 😩😩 every couple of lines

"¿Pero qué hice para que me expusieran así? Ni siquiera abrí la boca, wey..."

... "Grand..."

... "Vaguely."