promises of a delphinium [Dipper x Pacifica]

Chapter Six- Delphinium

Wait, what?

Taken back by surprise, Pacifica stood as still as a statue; forgetting how to breathe. But once it kicked in, she immediately jerked out of disgust and tried to wiggle out of his grip. Screw waiting for the next step! She had no idea what the fuck he was planning at this point, but she knew damn well she didn't want to be there to find out.

"Stop struggling."

Are you insane?! "Let go before I start screaming or you lose your ability to procreate." She hung her head low, shooting him a nasty glare from under her eyelashes "Wanna find out which comes first?"

He finally turns to her, noticing her angered expression. It was nothing new since she always looked like that to him but this time she was definitely livid. "Wow. Is that a threat I hear?"

"It's a warning, you prick." He didn't reply this time, merely giving a head tilt as if to show how harmless her threat seemed to him.

'Fine, you want to play it that way?' Her thoughts challenged; legs spread in position. Pacifica squeezed her mouth shut and groaned, putting some strength into her right wrist to do a quick turn downwards, conditioning his wrist to twist as well. Catching him off guard, she releases herself from his shackles and attempts to attack him in another area before she's pinned against the wall once more - without him even touching her. Damn this doodoo voodoo stuff...she never practiced martial arts with this shit in mind.

"Calm your nerves, Northwest. I wouldn't want to touch your grimy hands either if I could." He stated, his eyes looking behind her again and he gulped "Bear with me for a moment."

But why is he-

"Gideon, darling!! I'm back!!"

Oh.

Mason's eyes were glued onto his exasperating sister as she bounced around the shack's entrance door, clearly planning to loiter until it was opened. Shit, why did she come today? He had been careful to study her schedule on these two days specifically so they wouldn't cross paths. As a precautionary measure, he had already told his driver to drive to a designated second location if this situation were to occur. But he didn't think he'd ever had to use that route - least not this early on his mission.

Did she know? No, she couldn't have possibly. Had she known, things would not have gone this smoothly. Mabel's course of action was more direct and violent, she sucked at hiding literally fucking anything. Especially from him.

To her dismay, the Mystery Shack entrance stayed unopened and uninviting. Mason exhaled a sigh, almost frowning. This is exactly why he had warned Mabel about her potrayal of emotions - the people here deemed her as weak; at least weaker than him. Had that been Mason knocking, it would've already been opened by now.

Pacifica on the other hand, was busy checking him out. Okay listen. Yes it's wrong. She still hates him - that does not change. But he's literally sandwiched against her, what other option did she have? She watched as the adam's apple bobbed in his throat, his slender shoulders hunched over her and his plump lips etched into a frown. Wow...fuck this world for giving this bastard such blessed features. Putting that aside, he was visibly upset...maybe even a little hesitant about something. This wasn't normal - if anything this was once in a lifetime kind of opportunity. But Pacifica didn't know that. If anything, right now she was preoccupied. Its just for a few seconds; then we'll be back to business.

At long last, Mason observed as the shack door unlocked to reveal a less-than-amused Gideon, his frown evident as he focused his gaze onto the floor. Mason could no longer make out their conversation from the distance nor did he really care. He just had to wait until the coast was clear so he could come out again.