" A thinker sees his own actions as experiments and questions--as attempts to find out something.
Success and failure are for him, answers above all."
~Friedrich Nietzsche~
@ChemicGodmother Low laughter emanated from his throat, lips curling up in a pleased grin.
"Oh I've heard that very same threat plenty of times and I'll let you know that no one has ever made good on it.
But of course your people will have to wait in line. There are others who want me dead."
"Of course. Goodnight Reese.♡"
He answered, the dish eventually cleaned, dried and put away before he made his exit.
All doors were locked just the way she liked it, a quick scan of the area made.
Although he promised to stay safe, the itch of battle grew stronger each day.
She stood there fumbling her hands. Then smiled softly with a little nod. Little by little she was getting use to his kind acts.
"O-okay.. Thank you.. I'll see you again soon!.. I love you and please be safe."
She squeaked out before turning and exiting the room
"Reese I know I don't have to. But I want to."
Gathered the plate and fork already heading to the sink.
"I 𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 await his answer.♡"
Chuckles a little before starting to wash.
"Go relax."
She immediately shook her head.
"Y-you don't have too!! I'll clean up! You can go whenever you want too.."
She fumbled her hands once more, mumbling.
"I'll let you know if John allows me to bring you.."
She smiled a bit, fumbling her hands and swaying side to side a bit shyly as a red hue covered her face.
"Eheh..ehe.. Thank you, my darling.. I love you just as much."
Because he cared...
Quiet chuckle turned into joyous laughter, gold twinkling with glee.
"You caught me red handed. I stay and deal with a lot more than I normally would because I care. A lot. Maybe an unhealthy amount.
Sometimes I fear I'm stunting your independence.♧"–
"Then he'll deal with me. You have other things to take care of. Watching some crystal isn't your job.♧"
Or maybe it was more like he didn't enjoy Gold bringing his issues to her.
Still as protective as always...
His gaze eased up when she confirmed nothing terrible happened, his two slices finished off.
"Oh I see. Do you still have the prism? Or did he take it with him?"