I Was Surprised And Glad That Had Worked. I Thought He Would’ve Blocked It Or Something. But Nevertheless, It Had Worked, And The Male Had Retreated. As Maris Stepped Forward, I Lowered My Wand, But Still Gripped It Tight. I Wasn’t Going To Trust Him Anytime Soon. As She Buried Her Head In My Chest, I Wasn’t Entirely Sure What To Do. But As She Spoke Her Words, I Nodded, And Wrapped MY Arms Around Her. “You Okay? Everything’s Alright Now,” I Said, Trying To Comfort Her. “We Should Probably Go Somewhere Else, As You’re Not Welcome Here.”

Dominic raised an eyebrow as he listened to the male speak. The King wanted to talk to him? About what? He couldn't leave, his cousin was there, and he had to go home to cook dinner. "What is this regarding?" Dominic asked, not moving an inch. Whether it was the King or not, he couldn't go. Not unless it was vital information. He was tired of getting moved around.

I AM BACK. LOOK AT ME. I'M BACK. I'M BACK FOR GOOD I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU AGAIN. I LOVE YOU, LET ME LOVE YOU. OKAY LOOK AT ME. I MISSED YOU TOO, I PROMISE NEVER TO LEAVE.

shelby. i am such a horrible person. forgive me for my sins. i still love you. omg. i am so sorry. WHY DO YOU PUT UP WITH ME.

I Had A Spell In Mind That Wouldn't Hurt Maris If I Did Used It, And It Wouldn't Necessarily Hurt The Male Either. I Guessed It Would Do For Now. I Didn't Have Time To Think It Through. "Do You Really Think I'd Cast A Spell That Could Do Any Real Damage?" I Snarled At The Male, Keeping My Grip On My Wand, And Having It Aimed In His Direction. "And Don't You Think For A Second That I Don't Know There's A Crowd. They're Hiding, Yes, But I Could Easily Do This." I Turned Around, Aiming My Wand At The Door, Turning My Wand, As The Door Opened. "Eavesdroppers! Now Shoo Before I Get You Too." I Smirked As I Turned Back Around, Aiming My Wand At The Male. "Drop Her, Before It's Too Late." I Waited Two Seconds, Before Stepping Forward, Muttering Two Words, Which Were Almost Inaudible. "Petrificus Totalus." Sparks Escaped My Wand, Aimed Right For The Male. Hopefully, Maris Would Be Alright.

Dominic was surprised when she suddenly hugged him, and he was even more surprised at how nice it felt. To actually be hugged from someone not in your family. Holding his arms around her tightly, Dominic pressed a friendly kiss to her head. "I will." He assured her, even if it was a lie. Of course he wouldn't ask for her help, he wouldn't need it. But, if it made her feel better, then he figured he'd tell her that.

Yeah, I Realise That. I Took A Break From This Account, And I Haven't Yet Gotten Around To Replying To Everyone Yet. I Came Back To This Account A Few Days Ago.

Of Course We Are. Sorry, I Didn't See Your Reply.

The next thing Spencer knew, he was being kissed and he was only too glad to return the favour. Even as she deepened the kiss, Spencer lent in, the pressure of his lips pushing against hers. His hair stuck out as she ran her hands through it, his hands had settled at her hips but when she stepped forward, Spencer moved backwards. His back hit the wall and he was wedged between it and Amarila. His mouth opened and his tongue pushed out, meeting hers and massaging it against his own. One hand left her hip to curl about her cheek, his thumb stroking down it: his eyes had long drawn to a close. He knew what she was dressed like, that coupled with his existing attraction, was going to make it difficult not to get carried away: he just had to keep telling himself.

Spencer felt the pressure of her forehead against his chest. He looked down at her, nodding. "Sounds tasty," Spencer announced. He couldn't help but watch her as she moved away but her bending down to retrieve the spoon, he swallowed. He heard her question, and looked at her. "Really? Ya gonna ask me that?..." He asked with an arched eyebrow. He couldn't believe she'd be worried about the way she looked. A hand picked up and ran through his hair before his finger and thumb caught his chin. He kissed her lips gently. "You're beautiful...you look fine, brilliant even..." He nudged her gently before releasing her chin - not trusting himself to keep her too close for too long.

Spencer barked a laugh. "Sure I am," The male answered, slowly getting to his feet, dragging his hand down his face. His gun was taken out of a drawer along with its holder and both were attached to him before he twisted around and entered the Kitchen. Just as Amarila spotted him, he spotted her and swallowed, bright eyes dragging over the female before he could stop himself. "Christ...." He whispered, covering his eyes with his hands momentarily, to reel in whatever thought was almost crossing his mind. When he felt he could trust himself somewhat, he lifted his hand again, now Amarila was in front of him, kissing his chest. He arched an eyebrow at her, glad that they were so close: he could only see her face now. “Hey…” He whispered, his hand lifted and clasped at the back of his neck, rubbing it as his eyes locked onto hers. “What’s for dinner?” He asked slowly, though his mind wasn’t on food.

"You're gonna have to, I'm afraid," Spencer said with a quiet chuckle: he found it amusing how she seemed to hate such things. Spencer, having lived in a foster home, had met many different kinds of people - especially girls. It always, without fail, managed to amuse him when he came across a girl who hated girly clothes. He had no idea why. Their lips met half way through his chuckle but he reacted quickly enough, her body pressed to him and he shuddered again. Before he could do anything though, she moved. He looked upwards and she was gone. Slowly, Spencer sat himself up. "Christ almighty.." The American muttered, yanking a hand through his hair before pulling his shirt off. "Is it me or is it hot?!" He called into the Kitchen, getting to his feet, having no idea what sight awaited him.

Spencer breathed a quiet chuckle when Amarila stammered over her words and hid her face in his chest. He grinned down at her: she'd embarrassed herself trying to tease him. "I won't shudder if ya don't surprise me like that," He told her honestly, another chuckle following him. "Ya can't go around dressed like a man, it'll raise eyebrows, draw attention to ya...ya don't need that at the moment, love," Spencer reasoned quietly. "We'll have ta get ya some of ya own clothes..."

Spencer's bright eyes remained trained on Amarila's face, he watched as she made her decision and before long she was laying next to him. "Thanks," Spencer whispered, his arms going around her, his face nuzzling into her hair. He may have been in pain but at least he was content. A shudder passed through the male as she placed a kiss against his neck. "Yeah?...Good..." He muttered in reply, nudging her lightly before falling silent. "As soon as I'm better, I'm gunna have to go back to work y'know, but before that, I'll have ta take ya shopping for some new clothes y'know?"

When she handed him all the items she'd just bought, Dominic instantly gave them back to the lady behind the stand, apologizing for how abrupt Sylvetta had been. "I don't need your help, Sylvetta, my mom's going to be fine. No matter how many things you try to buy for her, they won't help." He told her, dragging her away from the medicine booth. He didn't want her randomly pushing things on him, just because he gave her a piece of information. "It's nice that you tried to get those things, but really. I don't need you to provide for me, just be a friend." Smiling softly, Dominic shook his head, amazed at how she hadn't changed at all. She still wanted to do everything; be in charge. He wasn't sure if he hated it, or found it amusing. Most likely a bit of both.

"I've been pretty busy.. My mom's sick, and she's need watching 24/7." He told her, with a simple shrug of his shoulders. He would have visited, if he'd had the time. Or if he knew she lived there, too. Hearing her speak, Dominic nodded softly. "Well, boring is better than almost dying." He pointed out, a small smile on his lips. Seeing her only made him think of that day - and the pain he felt. But, that was in the past. They were different now.

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Dominic shrugged softly. He had left the town he used to live in - where the palace was; he'd lived here for quite a while now. "I never left here." He told her, glancing at his cousin for a moment. Getting the hint, she smiled, and walked away. "So, how have you been?" Dom asked, focusing on Sylvetta as he spoke. Absentmindedly, he slowly began walking, kicking aimless items that he passed by.

"Naw I didn't hate cha...just angry and worried.." Spencer assured her quietly, reflecting upon the night when she had disappeared. In the morning he had gone into her room, to wake her up and offer her a story because she'd been sad the night before and he hadn't found her there. He listened to her as she spoke and smiled slightly. "It was little Amarila, how could I have killed you?" He asked with an arched eyebrow. "I'd have only hurt cha if ya hurt me..." He answered truthfully - to say he wouldn't have would have been a lie. As quickly as she was in his arms, she was out of them and he was left, lying on the sofa, looking after her as she went.

"Was ya worried?" Spencer asked softly, because of the volume, the huskiness of his voice was thicker and it marred his words somewhat. His eyes dragged over her face, blinking for a few moments. He watched as she kissed the back at his hand, he kissed her forehead, chuckling. This was strange. "I was mad, yeah...then I got worried," Spencer admitted, a frown creasing his forehead. He kissed her forehead again. He had no idea how he could be as affectionate as he wanted - he had to get rid of a lot of manly pride in order to find it in himself. It may take a while, but he was internally (without even knowing it) banking on the fact Amarila liked him enough to stick around.