Sometimes, she thinks that a baritone or bass would be a better fit with the intensity he gives off, but his tenor matches his pale eyes and hair. It reminds her that the darkness isn’t everything, that it doesn’t consume him and therefore does not consume her. She muses in the shadow, observing the man as he slumbers next to her in their
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Then Aria was stationed at a house with these people as an undercover and it was... it was just insane. Like Her and Dom went looking for something in the upstairs. I got to were they were on the fourth floor with the family she was staying with but I woke up afterwards...
I think I should establish a "No more reading before bed" rule...
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This might be a oneshot follow-up, but it's got a very solid, definite feel to it.
“I can’t stay out here too long."
“I’m not going to blow your cover. Please don’t forget I have been doing this a bit longer,” pulling her closer to him, his lips brushing her forehead.
They stand stock still, for what seems like years. “How’s married life?” he asks hesitantly.
*flailing hands* So tense but utterly in-character and perfect.
I hope, even if takes you some time, that you write more for this fandom; you bring such grounded, real-life details to things and it's a rare quality.
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thanks for the kinds words. and i will never really leave Dom and Ariadne. i like my Architects. :)
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