Dalaric "Ricky" Mikael was known for two things; being the country's best assassin and being a silent brute.
His demons enveloped him in darkness and he saw no light at the end of any tunnel.
Until a girl, who's weird and wears nothing but a pair of...
"Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition."
- James Baldwin
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"Wake up, Babycakes." I continue to leave trails of light kisses around his back, trying not to frown at the abundance of scars but instead nourishing them.
"I know you threw Mr. Jones off the bed, dude. He's lonely now, you don't feel bad about that?" I look at Mr. Jones who's on the hardwood floor, laying next to his father, Mr. Jones Sr.
My pout appears as I look at their cute faces. What did they ever do wrong?
I squeal as Dalaric turns from under me, my body right on top of his now with my face mushed into his chest.
"He was holding you." I muffle a giggle because he's jealous of an inanimate stuffed animal.
"And I was cold." I pout and murmur a 'sorry' that I didn't hold my boyfriend instead.
Not my fault he got me a cuddly penguin. I'm pretty sure Dalaric has a prestige heating system in this house, doesn't he?
"It's okie. I won't ever let my boyfriend be lonely. Like the two penguins on the floor right now."
Dalaric hums with a 'Damn right' as my heart flutters at him actually being my boyfriend. I can say it anytime I want too.
"I got drool on your back, boyfriend." I mumble, caressing his sculpted stomach and drawing happy faces.
I'm happy.
He only hums as he pushes my hair away from my face, gathering it in a bun after taking the hair tie from my wrist. I rest my head in the crook of his neck, letting him wrap his arms around me.
Dalaric moves his hand under our turtleneck and massages the skin on my sides. He says it's soft.
"I've got a meeting." Dalaric mumbles, in his morning voice. I make a mental note to record it and play it on repeat.
Never mind, that's weird, even for me.
"How long will it take?" I ask, the worry I always feel coming back.
Dalaric has to meet with officials every few weeks to supervise training because he's a leader. Very hot. I still think he should have tea parties instead.
"Two days." Oh. That's not a few hours.
"Where is it?" He forces my head back into his neck after I pout at him, wrapping me tighter in my burrito style blanket and smoothing my eyebrows.
Dalaric is so weird.
"Canada."
"I've always wanted to go to Canada..." Please let me come too, is what I actually want to say.
