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(hhhhhhhhhhhhh)
(remember, since Macha came down to open the door for Morrigan?)
Macha bit her lip so hard that the skin broke. "Can I—Can I hug you? Really hard?"
(hhhhhhhhhhhhh)
(remember, since Macha came down to open the door for Morrigan?)
Macha bit her lip so hard that the skin broke. "Can I—Can I hug you? Really hard?"
(Oh oof)
“Of course you can. Whenever you want.” Tyler replied, wrapping his arms gently around Macha.
Macha practically threw her arms around him and hugged him as hard as she possibly could. "Are you mad at me?" she asked quietly, fearing the answer. "For asking Morrigan to come?"
“I’m not. I know it seemed like I was, but I promise I wasn’t.” Tyler murmured, kissing the top of her head.
"I'm still sorry…." she whispered, keeping hold of him. "It's not that I don't trust you… It's that I'm afraid that what happened a year ago will happen again. And I don't mean me getting hurt. I mean the demon taking over so that you can't regain control until it's too late."
“I know. I’m getting better at controlling it. You don’t need to worry, okay?” He said calmly, looking down at her.
I didn’t know how funny you were, Tyler.
I’m not lying. You know I’m not.
Macha exhaled slowly, ignoring how her breath trembled in the air.
"I'll try my best."
“I love you..you know that, right?” He asked carefully, pulling away a little so she would meet his eyes.
"I know… of course I know. You know that I love you, though, right?" she asked, biting the inside of her cheek.
“Yes. I do.” He took her hand and kissed it gently before slipping his arm around her middle and leading her to the kitchen. “You should eat something.”
“I’m not hungry…. are you?”
Morrigan, hearing that the issue has been resolved, emerged from the washroom.
“Are you sure you aren’t hungry?” Tyler asked again gently, not trying to push her. He glanced up at Morrigan and smiled a little in her direction.
Macha nodded unconvincingly, and Morrigan walked up to the fridge, pulled out a bowl of strawberries, and pushed them into her hands. "Eat."
“Listen to Morrigan.” Tyler agreed, leading her over to the couch before she could refuse the strawberries.
Macha sighed deeply. "Only if we all share them."
Morrigan echoed her sigh. "Fine."
“How are you feeling otherwise?” He asked Macha quietly as they sat down.
“I’m…. fine.”
Morrigan raised a dubious eyebrow.
“Just a little shaken.”
“Sorry..” Tyler glanced over at her. “Do you need anything?”
“It’s fine,” she promised, offering the bowl of strawberries to both of them. “Tyler——it’s late, and dark out, and I’m worried about Morrigan walking home alone. Is it okay if she stays over?”
“Course. Stay as long as you need.” He replied, taking a strawberry.
“Thank you both,” the young woman said quietly, accepting a strawberry.
“No problem.” Tyler replied quietly.
(What should they do)
(Oof idk
Skip?)
(Yeah to when?)
Tyler’s roommate somehow finds him? Maybe he’s got… lmao idk, psychic tracking powers?)
(Oo that sounds fun)
(So he just comes and it just like dude??? Wtf???)
Lmao sure
Which one of us is playing him?)
(I will)
(I can start in a second)
Kk)
(I just came out to my sister DURING A CHURCH THING. I AM CATHOLIC. THEY ARE ALL ABOUT NO HOMO. I’m trying really hard not to laugh and cry at the same time. Sorry for my rant. I’m done now)
Tyler sighed and stood up as the doorbell rang, expecting it to be Rafael or Morrigan. He opened the door and his mouth fell open, prompting a smirk from the guy leaning against the door frame. “Don’t act so surprised to see me Tyler.” He said in a low voice, glancing inside and around their house.
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