Apples & Foxes

Evangeline x Jacks ~poisoned~

A/N: this is a bit like "drunk" except it's where Jacks is the one who's very delirious and tipsy -although instead of being drunk he's just a tad poisoned. Hope you enjoy! (Yes this will be cute)

If she is being honest with herself, Evangeline was becoming progressively more worried about where he'd gone- surely he's not in any trouble, LaLa wouldn't have let him completely make people hate him... probably. She's just thinking about leaving when there's a knock on her bedroom door. She gets up and opens it, curious as to who'd be wanting to talk to her in the middle of the night.

"Hello, my friend!" LaLa is stood smiling... with the Prince of Hearts slung over her shoulder, looking rather roguishly drunk.

"Erm..." Evangeline coughs, trying to sound polite, "Hello, LaLa... and Jacks." She says the last part more like a question, trying to take a better look at the blonde Fate.

"Oh yes! He got poisoned. Not to worry, he'll be fine after some sleep." She says it like the fact she's dragging around a past out immortal twice her size is perfectly normal.

"Shouldn't you be taking him to his room?" Evangeline studies him; his eyes are practically closed, save from the slither of electric blue, and his golden-yellow hair is falling over his hansom face; somehow, even poisoned, he still manages to look impossibly gorgeous. She shakes the thought away.

"He's asking for you." There's a devious smile plastered onto LaLa's face.

"I- why?" The look of bewilderment makes her friend laugh.

"Here you go, E. Night you two!" LaLa's thrown Jacks at her and gone before she can say a word. He groans as Evangeline tries to keep him upright. This isn't the first time she's had to stop him from falling to the floor, and she doubts it'll be the last. She drags him over to the nearest chair, letting him fall into its plush cushions with another tired groan. His eyes tighten shut for a second before drowsily reopening- a lazy smile on his lips.

"Hey, love-" he looks very out of it, but she can't help but smile at how pretty he looks when tired.

"Yes, Jacks?" She decides she may as well converse with the poisoned Prince of Hearts- just until he falls asleep.

"You are very beautiful." He's looking at her, head tilted, eyes honest.

"Um... thanks." It takes her a moment to digest- she knows he probably doesn't know where he is, or doesn't know what he's saying and who to- but Fates, what those four words make her feel is wrong on so many levels.

"And you have really nice hair- really-" he yawns, "Really pretty."

"Hmm." She hums in response, ignoring the pink rising to her face and neck and ears.

"I'm sorry for being so cruel to you... it's just annoying." He continues, eyes briefly closing, and she can't help it but ask.

"What is annoying?"

"I wish you were her-" he breaks off and then looks at her for a moment, "'my one true love', as they say. It's annoying because you're not, so I can't be with you. I can't even kiss you." He smiles half-heartedly, clearly on the verge of sleep.

Evangeline is to flustered and bothered yet rather excited by his words to notice when a cold arm wraps around her waste. He tugs her closer to him, until she's toppled into his lap. She gasps in surprise but doesn't make a move to get up; she doubt she'd be able to even if she wanted to.

"Smell nice too- so nice-" He trails off, blonde hair and sculpted face falling into the crook between her shoulder and neck.

She bites down on an over-ecstatic smile, and wraps her arms around his neck, not wanting to move. She plays with his hair as his breathing becomes slow and even, and until she drops into sleep herself, surprisingly content sat in the Fates lap.

A/N: 670 words. So, whatcha think? Personality I loved it but do tell me if you think I could improve on anything! Remember to comment/vote! Love you simps! Bye! :)