I’ve decided I’m going to do a hiatus until school gets out (a month or so) because Ihave a borderline b in my math class and I need to get my shit together. I have zero motivation, but the lack of tumblr might help with productivity. I’ll miss you guys! XO
p.s. I won’t do a queue or anything so just keep the faith; I will return.
i will do replies
i’ll write the things
Lucie grinned slightly at the comment. Watching as Sophie placed the pan in the oven. “That is true, I’ve seen Dad eat nearly all the food once before. James is bound to try one day.”
She was leaning back on the counter while she listened to Lucie. “He hasn’t changed much since his teenage years,” she commented. “Same cheeky wit, but perhaps a bit softened by your mother.” Sophie smiled to herself.
“You don’t? Huh… Well I guess I didn’t know how I got to your time either, strange.” He mumbled, sliding his hand to her’s, holding it gently, “C’mon , let’s go stand outside, I’m sure it’ll be a bit more comfortable out there in the actual sunlight.”
She shook her head at his question. His fingers laced into hers, and, smiling, Sophie gave his hand a squeeze. “Outside sounds welcoming,” She commented with another slight smile. “Where are we?”
He made a sound as though she had said something completely ludacris. “They wouldn’t want to help you. They’d want to help me. You see Sophie,” he continued, finally placing the menu down. “I’m fond of you, and anything that amuses me, is always spared from father’s wrath. Always. Of course needless to say, daddy dearest always makes me work for what I want.” But then, Dorian shrugged. “But, if you are certain of your declination, then there is nothing for it, but to continue to see Magnus.”
She watched intently as he explained. He was fond of her? Oh, and anything that amuses him. There, the moment was gone. “It’s a demon,” she expained quietly. Shrugging her shoulders she looked at the menu and glanced back up. “I haven’t any money, Mr. Gray,” she pushed the menu away from her. Sophie fell quiet, mulling everything over in her head.
She had five minutes left at her shift. It wasn’t as if Sophie minded, though. That day a little boy had come up to buy something from the coffee shop and while Sophie was handing the mother their drinks, the boy, no older than six or so, spoke up in his little-boy voice and told Sophie he thought she was very pretty. She paid for the boy to have a brownie. That, however, had been earlier in the morning, and Sophie longed to sit and lounge after having been standing all day. She could see the clouds accumulating in the chilly London sky and grumbled to herself. The door jingled and Sophie glanced up. Jessamine, the usual cashier, was in the back doing Lord knows what, so it was up to Sophie to go through the entire order. “What would you like, today?”
“Only partly,” he responded, sighing. “In order to perform such a difficult feat, you either need a very powerful angel,” Dorian made a face as though the word left a bad taste in his mouth. “Or, a very powerful demon. And it is very fortunate for you, that I am tied to a very powerful one indeed.”
Sophie looked up at the mention of an angel. She knew that there were ways to summon an angel and she racked her mind, trying to think of who could help her. When he noted the fact that a demon could complete the same ritual she looked up, cutting him off. “No,” she told him. “Definitely not. I will not go through with this if it includes a demon. Besides, what makes you think a demon would want to help me? They would take one look at me and kill me where I stand.”
“Oh,” Dorian said casually. “The usual. Spilling the blood of virgins, drawing a couple of pentagrams.” He was joking—well partly, but his face held an expression that was unreadable. The immortal watched her, his dark gaze lingered for a moment before he dropped them to the menu, reminding himself not to burst out into laughter.
Sophie squinted at him as he laughed. His expression was carefully schooled into one of calm aloofness. It was similar to William’s when he was clearly trying to keep something away from people who could see his face. “You’re lying,” she commented, looking away from him and to her menu, as he had. “Tell me the truth,” she demanded softly.
Sophie watched with a quiet smile and pulled a baking pan out of a lower cupboard. “I had James help me once… He only ate all the cookies,” she laughed quietly, giving a shrug.
“Sounds like something he would do, he has a bottomless stomach.” The girl laughed softly and waited for Sophie to bring the pan over. She scooped out and placed the batter where she thought best.
Giving a chuckle, she helped Lucie spread the batter into the pan with another spoon before she took the pan from the countertop and slid it into the oven. She checked the clock and nodded to herself. “Bottomless is an understatement.”
Gideon smiled against her lips. “Then I can spend the whole rest of the day with you?” His hands were at her waist again, tugging her closer-if that was even possible. His kisses were soft, but with a small pressure that gradually grew. He let his forehead rest against hers, his narrow nose up against Sophie’s small one. His eyes found hers, and he just smiled at her. The same loving smile any husband would give his wife.
Sophie gave a soft laugh. “Yes,” she responded, punctuating the word with a kiss. “You can.” He pulled her even closer and a sigh escaped her lips. She could feel his hands, broad on the small of her back, just like the day they had first kissed, the time with the scones. He had been so lost in her-…. her essence. She smiled to herself, her brow on his and took in his loving gaze, returning it with one of her own. “I love you,” she told him. “You know that?”