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Harlowe mac Lir 03/28/20 ~Harlie's brow furrowed as Manny told her about his evening with his bestie. His words made little sense to her. Nic...anointed? A god? She tried to clear the fog of sleep and confusion from her mind, to get her thoughts in order and find out what his words meant and what exactly had happened that evening. Before she could do any of that though, Manny lowered his mouth and kissed her.

Under the sensual assault of his lips and tongue, she forgot all about the questions she had, about Nic's new apparent godliness and, in fact, Nic himself. All thoughts of anyone but the man who knew her, and her body, almost better than she did herself, who made her burn for him in ways that had nothing to do with the hellfire that made her skin perpetually hot, melted away as Manny kissed her. And Harlie returned his kiss, leaning into him, her own lips and tongue joining the dance his had begun. She was instantly awake and hungry for him, for his love. Her fingers splayed across his chest curled into the fabric of his shirt, bringing him closer to her as their kiss continued.

Harlie was breathless when he finally pulled back. Her cheeks flushed pink and her lips damp and swollen from his attention, her blue eyes shone brightly with unmasked love and desire. She dragged in a breath and rubbed her cheek against his large palm, enjoying the slight roughness of it against her skin before she turned her head to place a kiss in the center of it.

A smile curved her lips when he leaned in for another kiss. This one was all too short though and it was on the tip of her tongue to call him back to her, to ask him to make love to her and put out the fire he had started inside her. To allow her to worship her god with her body and show him in the most primal, physical way how much she loved and adored him. But as he sat up and turned toward his bedside table, her curiosity was piqued as she pushed herself up to lean back on her hands and silently watched him root around for a moment, apparently in search of something.

When he turned back to face her, she spotted the small box in his hand and blinked at it uncomprehendingly for a moment. Her questioning gaze flitted between the box and the suddenly serious, almost solemn expression on his face. And then he started to speak and she sat up straight. Blue eyes went wide, instantly filling with tears she made no effort to hide as comprehension dawned and she realized what he was doing, what was happening. As she listened to him speak her eyes stayed glued to his and a wide smile stretched across her lips. When he became blurry, she blinked away her tears, not wanting to miss an instant of this moment.

She barely noticed the tears that slid down her cheeks as he pulled her up from the bed they'd been sharing again for the past several weeks. Her breath caught in her throat when he took a knee and she pressed a trembling hand to her mouth. Moving her hand to press against her stomach, in a futile attempt to calm the butterflies fluttering madly around inside her, she smiled down at him as he spoke those sweet words, so similar to the ones he spoke to her once before. The question she'd secretly been longing for him ask her again for months now.

Harlie started to nod her head almost before he got the words out. He opened the ring box and she nearly didn't look at it, knowing Manny had impeccable taste and it would be gorgeous, but knowing too that a piece of jewelry mattered little in comparison to this moment between them. But a flash of light caught her eye and she looked away from Manny to stare down at the stunning pink diamond that glittered up at her, nestled in a sea of blue. The smile on her lips grew impossibly wider and she reached out to touch the ring delicately with the tip of a finger.

Looking back up into the eyes of the man she had loved since the night they met, when she had initiated a game of tag and he caught her, asking her out for coffee as his prize, a choked, giddy little laugh slipped past her lips. He smelled and tasted of the whiskey he consumed during the evening with his friend and she was dressed in nothing but one of his shirts, her hair a mess, she was sure. And she couldn't imagine a more perfect moment than this one for him to propose. Reaching out again, she cupped his cheek in her palm, gazing into his eyes as she nodded her head and spoke, her voice thick with emotion but steady and sure.~

Manny. It's perfect. You're perfect. I love you with everything that I am. You've owned my heart since that first night we met. You always will. Yes, I will marry you, my love, a chuisle. I would be honored to officially be yours. To be your wife again.
Harlowe mac Lir 03/25/20 ~Harlie had tried to stay awake and wait for Manny to return to his rooms after spending the evening with Nic. But his bed had been too inviting. Too soft and comfortable and right. And Harlie quickly found herself drifting off to sleep. And she dreamt of being with her god on the water, on the yacht on which they had fallen in love. The same one that had been destroyed by Manny's passionate nature many months ago.

In her dream, Harlie felt the gentle breeze that blew across the ocean caress her heated skin and she inhaled the clean, salty scent of the water and smiled, content as dream Manny, and real Manny, kissed her cheek and whispered words she longed to hear.

The scent and soothing touch of the ocean intensified, enveloping her, and in Manny's bed, Harlie turned, instinctively searching for its source. As her fingertips touched the hard wall of his chest, her eyes slowly fluttered open. And when she saw him lying there with her,felt his big body surrounding hers, she flashed him a sleepy little smile. When she spoke, her voice was soft, husky from sleep.~

Mmm. I love you, baby. Did you have a nice evenin'?
Nicolas Murray 03/12/20 "Santé." He repeated the closest approximation in that Cajun accented French that came out nearly as smoothly as the Whiskey had. Nic clinked his glass against Manny's and then took a long, slow, sip. The liquid was smooth and rich as it coated his throat and he smacked his lips just barely after the drink. He hadn't eaten or drank anything when he'd been in the underworld...he knew the stories just well enough that he knew better than to take anything offered. In fact, that was exactly how he'd come into existence.

Fucking pomegranates.

"Well, I'm at least glad that you seem to be in the redhead's good graces again. Tied up though...maybe we have more in common than just the whole God thing." He gave Manny a half grin before finishing his glass and then pouring them two more, topping off whatever was left in Manny's. "The juju of this place is plenty messed up already. I'm guessing you haven't done anything that would make it worse. In fact, if I'm sitting here and not being egged on by spirits..." He let the words trail off, then shrugged with that easy smile once again.

Nic relaxed back into the chair he'd taken. "Yeah, it explains a lot more than I realized needed to be explained. So far I'm...coping. Since I've found out, I've definitely noticed a shift in my powers, new things I can do. Maybe it was some sort of mental block. I'd ask Hades, but I really don't want to go back there and disappear for three months again. I don't know if Kat or I could survive that. And I don't mean our relationship, but literally survive. Magical bonds are...tricky things, non?" Of course he didn't know if Manny did know that. "I'm just doing my best to figure it all out and not blow anything up in the process." His attention turned towards the other man more fully, appraising with emerald eyes.

"So what about this Goddess? Is she still on the prowl? Do we need to go on a hunting trip? I can't say I've ever killed a God...but first times for everything, mon ami."
Harlowe mac Lir 03/05/20 ~Harlie giggled softly and grinned as she read her man's words, a little thrill going through her at the possessiveness that was obvious even via text. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and chewed thoughtfully on it before getting up and going to Manny's closet.

There, she ditched her own clothing in favor of one of his shirts. The material of the article of clothing that had to accommodate Manny's huge new body nearly drowned her and the light blue color brought out her eyes as she made her way back to Manny's bed, fastening a strategic button or two.

Sprawling out on the huge bed as the text had suggested, Harlie grabbed her phone and smiled and blew kisses into the camera as she snapped several pictures, changing up her pose after each one.~

Mo Shaol
So violent. I believe I like this side of you, lover.
I'll be thinking up ways to bring it out more often as I'm laying in this big bed all by myself.
Promises, promises.
There's no need for you to use your imagination on this when it can be put to much more...creative uses.

~Harlie attached the pictures she'd just taken and sent them to her favorite god. And, spontaneously, she took another, special picture, sending it in the hopes of further enticing Manny to hurry back to her.~

Mo Shaol
Tell Nic you left something turned on at home.
Nicolas Murray 03/05/20 Most libraries that Nic had been to didn't have a liquor cabinet. Then again, most of them had not been designed, furnished, and stocked by one Nicolas Murray. So, it was no surprise when he managed to fish out a bottle of The Macallan 1926 and two glasses. What could he say? He liked the good shit. It helped when money wasn't much of an object as well.

"I hope you don't mind it neat. One thing I don't have in here is an ice machine...though I might have to change that in the future. And I can think of worse ways to be holed up." He would hand Manny over one of the glasses and then take a seat in one of the plush leather chairs in front of the fireplace.

"I don't know if it would help or not, but I would talk to her if you want. Let her know that you are who you say you are. Then again, she doesn't know me very well and I'm certainly not very trustworthy." The grin he gave was nothing short of charming, though, despite his words.

"You pissed off the wrong God? Okay, now there -has- to be a story there. I just got...waylaid...for a few months while visiting my parents. Who, it just so happens, run the underworld." There. Bomb dropped. That made Manny one of two people that knew. And with that he would raise his glass towards the tall man and smile widely. "Cheers, mon ami."
Kyla 03/03/20 Manandán
Táim ag smaoineamh ar mo neamhbhásmhaireacht a fhorghéilleadh. Dealraíonn sé amaideach tar éis an ama seo go léir, ach is í an fhírinne go bhfuil mé an-tuirseach. Ar mhothaigh tú mar an gcéanna riamh?
Harlowe mac Lir 02/28/20 ~As it happened, Harlie was hanging out in Manny's room. Waiting for him to return from...wherever he was, she lounged across his bed with her nose buried in her e-reader. When her phone chimed with a new text, she lifted her head. Reading the words on the small scree n, she arched a brow. As she was contemplating her response, a second text came through and she laughed out loud as she read it. With a smile lingering on her lips, she began to tap out a message.~

My God
No worries, baby. Have fun with your boy. Tell Nic I said hi. And that if he gets you into too much trouble he'll have to deal with me.
I'll be keeping your bed warm for you. But don't keep me waiting too long. I might have to find another bed to warm. *wink*
Katherine Murray 02/26/20 Oi. Gods.

It was an absolute struggle to not roll her eyes heavenward, but instead she chose to let a smile widen across her elven features; Gods, seriously. If this one had jokes like bowing, there was no way he ever needed to be around Nicky. Man.

There would be no living peacefully or easily in the swamp now. It would be far easier to answer the question. To talk. She could do it. Kat just… one track mind. Gods. Dammit.

”Yes, there is a lot of old, some would say ancient powers that grace this land. Though, some of it is just simply the inhabitants.” And there it was. A rare smile to light up the cerulean gaze. Shocking, as it were. Katherine rarely smiled at anyone.

”We’ve lived here since coming to Louisiana. Almost everyone else has chosen to build their own as well. I’ll visit the house, some. Truth though…the ghosts are irritated by my husband. The shack is easier.”

So was she. Irritated by her husband. But no real need in saying that.
Katherine Murray 02/25/20 ”Why is it always the blasted Irish?”

Did she mean to say it outloud? Probably. That was all Katherine. She really didn’t have a filter and it had certainly grown worse over the last few months; but on the upside, the words that tumbled out, were not said with hostility or anger. To be perfectly honest, one would really have to know the Scot to understand the humor and… well, one could say care that laced those words.

It would also not go unnoticed by the woman, his name, it may have differed slightly in her myths and legends, but there was really no mistaken it. Though, she was careful to not mention it; Katherine Murray had her fill of Gods lately. This was just getting to the point of ridiculousness.

”Katherine… though, if you’re knocking on my door and not looking for Nic, I suppose you already know that… Manny. I’m sure we’ll enjoy the Whisky. Are you finding our swamps to your liking?”

SEE. She can totally be nice. Most of the time.
Nicolas Murray 02/23/20 Nic laughed as he was pulled into the hug that would be reciprocated with the same thump on the back. Then he pulled back, hand on Manny's shoulder as he really took him in. "You are very much rocking this look, Mon Ami. Welcome to club beard." He knew that, before, Manny had scruff but it was nothing like the facial hair the man now sported.

Then there was the height thing. Not many people were taller than Nic, but even he had to slightly look up to actually take a gander at Manny. "Definitely and upgrade."

The line of questioning had Nic laughing again, though the sound was a much more wry type than before. "It's all very new, and we're still trying to figure out the particulars..." drinks. There were many drinks that needed to happen in order to explain exactly how he knew Manny was...well...Manny, and his own personal change. "I think you have the right idea. Whiskey sounds like a fantastic idea. Then I hope you have the night free, because it sounds like we both have a little bit of a story to tell one another, oui?" His cajun accented french thickened up a bit at the end there, for effect, before taking his hand off of the other man's shoulder. "Come on. I know where Kat keeps the good stuff. Nic started to walk toward his favorite room of the house, the Library. Now, Nic wasn't much of a reader, but it was the first room that had been done in the entire house. The fireplace, the books, the comfortable seating, and of course the Whiskey were all good enough reasons for him to feel most at home there.

"I'll text Kat and tell her I'll be late."
Nicolas Murray 02/20/20 The last few months for Nic had been...well...trying to say the least, stressful to say the worst, and then there was so much in between that he wouldn't even know how to describe it. He hadn't been around much for the members of his coven, but it wasn't because he hadn't wanted to be.

He literally hadn't been there. Trapped in the Underworld, prisoner of sorts to the God Hades, he'd had to fight his way back up to his home, his family, and his wife.

Of course by fight, he meant talk his way into a situation that was beneficial for the both of them.

It was the least his father could do for him.

He was still gathering his bearings. Even though, to him, he had only been gone a few days, the world around him had moved on. The house had been worked on, nearly livable now, with most of the rooms being renovated thanks to Katherine. He liked to spend his time here, overseeing things. And...of course...working in his little shop. Better not bring that up now, of course.

Imagine his surprise when a rather good looking, tall, blonde man poofed into existence in front. He clutched at his chest. "Jesus fucking christ..." Living in a world of magic, at least he wouldn't go right to bad intentions. Benefit of the doubt and all that.

But the dude had called him Nicky. Only one person called him that, and it was usually with a lot less clothing. So, Nic stared at him uncomfortably. Was this some game that Kat was playing at? It was in that moment of inspection he...saw something. Something familiar. It wasn't in the way the man looked, not even a little. It was something more, something deeper. That part of him that was a God could sense it in the other. A surge of power, of light that invisibly emanated from him. From the both of them. He'd only met one other person that he knew had that kind of power, though until recently he wouldn't have been able to name it.

Fucking Gods.

"...Manny? What...the hell?"
Harlowe mac Lir 02/19/20 ~Harlie stepped out of her room clad in a red and black plaid dress with buttons all down the front, the top few of which were undone and revealed the "H" pendant that hung from the delicate chain around her neck to nestle in her cleavage. The skirt, which barely reached mid-thigh, swished around her legs and black boots encased her from foot to calf. Red locks flowed freely around her shoulders and her lips and nails were painted a matching vivid shade of red. Feeling a buzz of electricity in the air around her, she lifted her head then stilled when she saw him, her hand still on the doorknob.

She stared back at him, tilting her head back, much further than she was accustomed to, to meet his gaze. His eyes were blue. That fact was unchanged. But the shade of those eyes that held her in place just then were much different from the calm ocean colored eyes she had spent countless hours staring into, drowning in. These eyes were harder somehow, stormy and piercing. These eyes hid many secrets.

Slight movement drew her gaze downward, but she took her time getting there, noting first his long, damp hair. Manny, the old Manny, the one she had given her heart to, had kept his hair on the longer side, shaggy, but this new version, if it indeed was Manny, kept his hair much longer. He had, she thought, hair fit for a warrior. And the body to match, she couldn't help adding to herself as her gaze moved on to take in his heavily muscled shoulders and chest appreciatively. With a private sigh of disappointment that all those muscles were covered by the shirt he wore, her blue eyes slid down his muscled arms, admiring his bulging biceps and then smiling slightly when she saw the Rolex on his wrist.

The man she had fallen in love with had been athletic in build, lean but muscled. But the man before her...he was huge, both in height and in build. He had muscles on top of muscles and looked like he could take down a pride of lions without breaking a sweat. Which he probably, actually could do, she thought as she licked her red painted lips. Her fingers itched to reach out, to pull him close and sneak beneath the shirt he wore to trace the muscles gracing his chest and abdomen, to familiarize herself with his new body. Harlie couldn't help imagining what it might feel like to have his body close to hers, chest pressed up against hers. To have that big body hovering over her.

As that last thought crossed her mind, she felt heat, a bit different from the usual, fill her cheeks. A little breath with a hitch at the end slipped from her lips. Harlie knew she had to be blushing, but she didn't care much as she again met those stormy blue eyes. He spoke her name in that deep voice she wasn't yet used to and her brow furrowed slightly. He had called her Harlie. Not Harlie-girl, or love, or baby or any one of the number of Gaelic terms of endearment he was so fond of. She couldn't remember the last time he had called her by her name. And she wasn't entirely sure she liked it now.

Pushing those thoughts away, she forced herself to focus on what he was saying. Asking. Something about breakfast. Painting a smile on her lips, and without breaking eye contact, she crossed the short distance that stood between them.~

Breakfast sounds amazin'. Unfortunately I can't make it this mornin'. I've got a date.

~As she spoke, Harlie gave in to an impulse and reached out. She needlessly smoothed invisible wrinkles from his blue shirt, letting her fingers linger for a moment, enjoying the slight tingling sensation at her fingertips as she boldly traced the lines of well defined and rock hard abdominal muscles through soft cotton. Her voice was softer when she spoke.~

Can I get a raincheck?
Harlowe mac Lir 02/14/20 ~Harlie still wasn't entirely sure that the man occupying Manny's room just down the hall from hers was really her man, her god. There was still a tiny voice in the back of her head whispering to her that she couldn't trust what he was saying. Couldn't trust that it was real. Reality. But whether he was a figment of her imagination or someone playing tricks on her or not, with a smile that still lingered on her lips after finding a basket full of gifts outside her door, she couldn't deny that whoever this man was, he seemed to know all her favorite things. And he certainly romanced her in the same way Manny did. And today was Valentine's Day. A holiday practically made for them, all about romance and sex. And love. If the man down the hall really was Manny, she couldn't let the day pass without acknowledging it. Acknowledging him. Especially not after the lovely gifts she had received. Gifts she assumed came from the man who claimed to be hers.

And so, with all that in mind, Harlie loaded up her own basket full of goodies. Some she had purchased well in advance, some more last minute. Slipping out of her room, blue eyes searched the hallway. Finding it empty, she sneaked down the hall to Manny's room. Once there, she set down the huge blue wicker basket, its contents covered in blue cellophane and held together with a silver bow. Hesitating briefly, she gave a quick knock on the door and then dashed back to her room before he could catch her.

Inside the basket, Manny would find several bottles of his favorite whiskey, an enormous heart-shaped box filled with salted caramel truffles, jars of cherries, chocolate and caramel sauce and canisters of whipped cream, and on top of it all, a small dark blue box which, when opened, would reveal a platinum and diamond entrusted Rolex Oyster Perpetual Submariner. Attached to the handle of the basket was a small heart-shaped envelope which contained a certificate for a couple's body painting session and a brief note.~

Happy Valentine's Day!
Love, your not-so-secret admirer ❤
Katherine Murray 02/11/20 She wasn’t much for one to stay in the shack much, not since her husband been snatched away in the middle of an argument, but now that Nicolas was back and resumed his studying at the plantation, Katherine was being rather snotty and would return to the shack.

That is, unless he followed her here. Then, she’d go back to the big house. It was terrible and awful and all of those things. But it was them. They’d eventually kill one another or just try to and everything would be right in the world again. For now, she’d wonder why there was a giant standing at their shack; not that she knew anyone around here except for those few she had met, so it would be safe to say Katherine obviously thought they were here for Nicky. A delicate cough, a stomp or two though the mud; no point in sneaking up from behind and scaring them and while funny, it wasn’t terribly neighborly and everyone knows Kat was always a neighbor. Or something like that.

Are you looking for Nicky?”
Harlowe mac Lir 02/06/20 Ocean Eyes
What?
What do we need to talk about?
What do you mean? What happened?
What's changed?
Manny?
Did something happen between you and...her?
Harlowe mac Lir 01/31/20 Mo Shíorghrá
This is where I'm supposed to say I only need you, isn't it?
You know how much I adore surprises.
Oh! Maybe a bottle of that yummy whiskey you're so fond of for us to share as well?
But most importantly, bring yourself back to me safely. And soon. I miss your handsome face already. ❤❤❤
Harlowe mac Lir 01/29/20 Gnéasach
I haven't forgotten a single thing about you, lover.
I can't wait to see you again. And I'm very much looking forward to you putting all of your...efforts into impressing me.
In the meantime, let me know if you need another reminder of what's waiting on you back here.
Harlowe mac Lir 01/27/20 ~The phone buzzed in her hands and, with the swipe of a finger, Harlie was reading the words on the screen. A breathless giggle fell from her lips and then she reached the end of Manny's text and she bit back a smile. Her body tingling with excitement, she composed another message.~

Gnéasach
Manannán mac Lir you are a damn tease!!!
My imagination will be working overtime tonight.
And I'll be looking forward to finding out if reality lives up to my memories and imagination.
Harlowe mac Lir 01/27/20 ~Harlie smiled as she read the text. Lifting her head, she looked around to make sure nobody else was around to watch what she was doing. Not that it would have mattered much. Harlie wasn't exactly the shy, modest type. Satisfied that she was alone though, Harlie turned on the camera function on her phone.

Lifting her top, she snapped a few photos, blowing a kiss to the camera in one of them. When she was finished, she straightened her clothes. Then she tapped out a text, making sure to attach the pics she took before she pressed send.~

The One
Just a little something to make sure you don't forget all about me while you're hanging out with your friend. Have fun!❤❤❤
Harlowe mac Lir 01/27/20 ~At Manny's offer and the sweet words he spoke, ones she ached to hear, Harlie had gotten lost in her thoughts. Lost in her memories of the past. All the euphorically good and soul-crushingly bad moments she shared with the god she'd once been married to drifted through her mind, piling one on top of the other. Through all that though, some part of her heard him, recognized the words he spoke, but it wasn't until she felt the cool touch of his lips to her warm cheek that she managed to pull herself away from her thoughts.

She started to open her mouth, to answer his question. To give in to his sweet demands. But it was too late. He was gone. And though she knew she could call him back with a whispered word, as she thought on the words he spoke of getting together with Kyla, she decided not to. It was probably just as well that he had gone. As much as she was drawn to him still, wanted, needed, to be near him, Harlie wasn't entirely sure that moving in together was the wisest idea. She wasn't sure she trusted him, or herself, enough yet.

Blue eyes narrowed. Manny had said he was going for drinks with Kyla. She didn't think he would have mentioned it unless it was purely innocent. But perhaps she was right not to trust him. Technically he was free to do whatever he wanted. See whomever he wanted, in any context. And she thought she'd heard rumors of Kyla being single these days as well. Perhaps they'd decided to see if there really was something more than familial connections and friendship between them.

As that thought occurred to her, Harlie felt the sharp stab of jealousy in her stomach. She pressed a hand to her aching middle as she started to walk aimlessly, her cheek still tingling from his kiss, reminding herself she didn't have the right to be jealous. That Manny was only doing what they'd both agreed to. What she had wanted. But knowing all that didn't stop her from pulling the phone out of her pocket and tapping out a series of rapid messages.~

The One
I'm sorry for leaving you hanging like that. Your plans for a new place sound wonderful. And you know how I feel about you. But I don't know if I'm quite ready yet to live together again.
Can we talk more about it when you get back from Ireland? Maybe get a coffee together...or something?
Until then, enjoy your time on the Emerald Isle.
And with Kyla.
By the way? You are my man. Always have been. Always will be.
Kyla 01/17/20 "Aye, I know." This time the small smile was genuine; a shadow of her normal self, but it was there. "You're the only one now who might understand my position."

Kyla took a deep, grounding breath. "A night out sounds fabulous. I haven't gotten good and drunk in..." She let out a surprised laugh. "I can't recall. That means it's overdue. Well? Shall we go drink these young pups under the table?"
Kyla 01/14/20 The ring she'd worn for less than a year and already Kyla felt naked without it, in a way she couldn't remember experiencing before. For such a small object, it meant a great deal.

"Such is the way of the world, as we both know." She offered up a small, forced smile. "Your presence is enough." The smile fell. "I've also left the coven. It felt wrong to stay, all things considered."

Kyla considered saying more but didn't.
Kyla 01/06/20 Despite having found common ground the prior year, there were still both boundaries and uncertainties between them. They were also stubborn and strong willed, but this was one of the rare moments in Kyla's long life she wanted a familiar, (mostly) friendly face, and a shoulder to lean on. "No, no one to kill."

She sighed, glanced down, and looked back up. Her fingers flexed and relaxed. "Not everyone gets their 'happily ever after,' do they?"
Harlowe mac Lir 01/03/20 Happy New Year, darlin'.

~Harlie smiled as Manny brought her hand to his lips, making it tingle with the contact. And then a giggle fell from her lips as he pulled her to him and she slid her arms around his neck, her body swaying with his to a rhythm only he knew.

Her smile grew soft as he spoke of new beginnings. A new year. A new decade. And a fresh start for the two of them. The blues that had hit her during the holidays had finally passed and, though she knew it was likely she was being naive, she felt that the new year would bring them both only good things.

She waited, looking up at him expectantly when he again mentioned an idea he had and then paused. Her curiosity grew along with the silence and she fought the urge to stomp her foot and demand that he spit it out already. And then he smiled, flashing those adorable dimples she found nearly impossible to resist, and she felt something inside of her melt. Unwinding her arms from around his neck, her fingertips played with his dimples as she puffed out her lower lip in a playful pout.

And then he spoke and surprise flashed in her blue eyes. Both brows went up and she bit her lip thoughtfully. A new house? Together? Was she ready for that? Was he? Were they? She spoke slowly.~

A new house? You want...Manny, are you askin' me to move in with you?
Kyla 01/03/20 "You as well. I was making sure you were paying attention. You didn't disappoint." Kyla's normally warm smile failed to meet her eyes. "It's good to see you, Manandán."
mist 12/23/19
Harlowe mac Lir 12/16/19 Sexy God
So c0cky. Yes, I'm very well acquainted with that sexy wink of yours.
I would love to attend the ball with you, handsome. And I'll hold you to that promise.
❤❤❤
Harlowe mac Lir 12/03/19 ~Harlie stiffened when she was grabbed from behind, her heart stuttered with fear that was reflected in a flash in her blue eyes. But then she was dipped backward and she caught a glimpse of playful ocean eyes a moment before full, sensuous lips descended on hers.
Her heart skipped another beat, though not out of fear this time,and her body relaxed in Manny's embrace as he expertly kissed her with intense passion and a comforting sense of familiarity. Her arms looped around his neck as she laughed softly against his lips before getting lost in his kiss, in the passion that burned eternally between them. When he finally moved his mouth from hers, her lips were damp and swollen, blue eyes shone brightly and Harlie was indeed breathless.
Gazing up into his eyes, she smiled as her hands found their way into his hair, fingers running through the silky locks as she spoke huskily.~

Mission accomplished. I. Missed. You. Don't stay away so long next time.

~Smiling slowly, Harlie gripped handfuls of his hair and tugged his head gently downward toward her. She gazed into his mesmerizing eyes for a moment before she leaned in and kissed her man firmly, possessively on the lips.~
Mackenzie 11/24/19 Old Man Ireland
You'd make a great Hercules.
Mackenzie 11/15/19 Old Man Ireland
That you singing that drinking song?
Harlowe mac Lir 11/15/19 ~Harlie's eyes widened as she read Manny's words. Very vivid, very sexy images, memories, played out in her head, reminding her of everything she'd been missing and craved more than ice cream. With her body humming with nervous anticipation, her fingers moved over her phone screen.~

Dirty Old Man
Tease.
I believe I'd rather think about how my hot skin could warm yours as you eat your ice cream on this cool evening.
Harlowe mac Lir 11/15/19 ~Harlie grinned as she read Manny's response to her, remembering the last time they went on a coffee date. As she read over his words, she thoughtfully chewed on her lip and paused for a moment before typing back.~

Ocean Eyes
You+Me+Coffee=Danger ;)
I was thinking maybe you could come to my place?
We could watch a movie...or something.
You bring the ice cream.
You know what I like.
Harlowe mac Lir 11/15/19 Ocean Eyes

Miss you.
❤❤❤
Harlowe mac Lir 11/02/19 It's gorgeous, Manny.

~There was a smile in Harlie's voice as he took the chain and moved to stand behind her. She lifted her hair out of the way and as he slid the necklace around her neck, his fingertips occasionally brushing against her skin and his warm breath as he exhaled making her shiver in response.

After fastening the clasp he moved to stand in front of her again and she straightened the pendant, disentangling the chain from the leather cord around her neck. And as she lifted her head to look up at him with a smile on her lips, it occurred to her that this was the first piece of jewelry he had given to her, aside from her engagement and wedding bands.

A pang of regret went through her as she thought about the white gold bands sitting at the bottom of the ocean, where she had tossed them when she'd been blinded by rage and betrayal. Regrets and thoughts of the past quickly flew from her head though, along with every other thought she had, and instinct took over when he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her.

She didn't have time to protest before he took her mouth with his and began to devour it so passionately. Not that she would have protested if she could have. Despite her reluctance to be close physically, she had missed this. The intimacy that accompanied a kiss so passionate.His kiss.

Her hands found their way to his chest, fingers grabbing handfuls of his jacket as she kissed him. Her heart pounded in her chest as she explored his mouth, reacquainting herself with it, nipping softly in between teasing licks. When he pulled back, breaking their kiss, her cheeks were flushed and she was breathless and there was a dazed look in her eyes.~

Thank you, Manannan.

~She smiled at his use of her full first name. And her voice was a little husky when she spoke. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, one moving to the back of his neck. As she cupped his neck in her hand, she leaned into him and went for another kiss. This one was softer, sweeter than the one before. An acknowledgement that everything they'd shared was still there between them, waiting for them to take it back. Her mouth moved against his and she took her time, savoring the familiar taste of his kiss on her tongue. When she finally broke the kiss, she smiled as she gazed up into his ocean eyes.~

Best birthday kisses ever.
Harlowe mac Lir 11/01/19 I love it.

~Her muscles tensed then immediately relaxed again when she felt his arms slide around her and pull her closer to him as they kissed. Confusion and curiosity flickered in her eyes when he pulled away and she watched him reach into his pocket. And then he withdrew a small box which he held out to her. Looking between him and the box, she bit her lip and gave him a questioning look.~

For me? But you already gave me my present...

~Harlie's protests were weak though, and with blue eyes that shone with excitement, she accepted the box and eagerly opened it. When she saw the delicate piece of jewelry lying in the box, the diamonds twinkling in the light, a soft gasp fell from her lips. She lightly touched the gold chain then looked up at him with wide eyes.~

Manny! It's beautiful! Will you put it on me?
Harlowe mac Lir 11/01/19 ~Harlie was just opening the package she found when she got back to her apartment when her phone chimed with a familiar ringtone. The smile on her lips as she read the text grew when she saw the contents of the package. Instead of replying to the text, she headed back out the door and took to the streets in search of her god.

The butterflies she was getting used once again made their presence known when she spotted him. She took her time approaching him, letting her gaze move appreciatively over his body. Finally close enough to touch, she gave him a bright smile.~

You remembered. Thank you, darlin'.

~Reaching for him, her hands slid around his waist, finding their way into his back pockets as she stretched her body against his. She brushed her lips against each of his cheeks and finally placed a soft kiss on his lips.~
Harlowe mac Lir 10/30/19 Mine
Those aliens would have a hell of a fight on their hands if they tried to take you.
And I have faith you would create an even better world for us if this one ended.
But in case I forget to say it, you looked absolutely gorgeous tonight.
Always. All ways.
H
Harlowe mac Lir 10/27/19 ~Harlie was breathless when she stepped through the doors and into the fresh air. Inhaling deeply, her heart thumped loudly in her chest when her phone began to play a song about eyes the color of the ocean. Pulling the device out, she couldn't hold back the nervous giggle that burst from her lips as she read Manny's text. She knew the masquerade ball he was referring to but it had been years since she'd been able to attend. Hurrying away from the building, she smiled, biting her bottom lip as her thumbs moved over her phone screen.~

Mine
I'm interested.
Very interested.
Looking forward to hearing from you...Dimple Boy. ;)
Can't wait to hear all about the costumes you have in mind.
Harlowe mac Lir 10/27/19 ~Her eyes darkened and she gave a slow nod of her head. Pulling back slightly, the tip of a finger traced a seemingly random pattern on his chest. Hardly random though, the pattern matched the one inked into his skin beneath his shirt.~

I remember. I remember many things, mo chuisle. And if you think I'm killin' you now...well, you ain't seen nothin' yet.

~Stepping close again, her gaze fell to his mouth. She leaned in, inching closer. When their lips were only a breath apart, she turned her head and touched her lips to his cheek. Stepping back, she gave him a sassy wink as she took a few backwards steps. Turning on her heel, she began to race down a dark hallway toward freedom. A whisper, full of laughter, echoed behind her.~

You're it.
Harlowe mac Lir 10/22/19 ~She giggled, blue eyes sparkling in the dark dungeon as she watched him pretend to swoon in response to her kiss. She loved this side of Manny. She found many sides of him loveable, in fact, but she was particularly fond of this light, playful side. Rolling her eyes in response to his antics, she resisted the impulse to bring a hand up, to touch her lips which still tingled from that brief contact with his.

She resisted too the almost overwhelming urge to pull him back to her, to inhale the scent that was uniquely Manny as she devoured his mouth with her own. The dungeon wasn't the most appropriate make out spot. But still, thoughts of pushing him up against that wall and having her way with him lingered. A little, sexy growl fell from the lips she wanted to feel on her skin, as if he could read her mind, and Harlie smirked, pleased that this...thing between them, this almost explosive response whenever they were near one another, was still mutual.

He spoke then, and the huskiness of his normally light, lyrical voice made her stomach flip and body parts south of her lips tingle in awareness. He winked and she bit her lip. Tilting her head to the side, she allowed her eyes to rake slowly over him from head to toe. She slid the tip of her tongue over her lips. Stepping closer, her body pressed against his as she gazed up into his eyes. When she finally spoke, she found her voice had taken on a husky quality of its own.~

You might regret that. I'm findin' that I'm quite...needy lately.
Harlowe mac Lir 10/21/19 ~Harlie paced, wearing a path into the cement floor of the too small cell that caged her in. It had been some time since she'd found herself locked up in these dungeons and she hadn't missed it a bit. The claustrophobia that had plagued her since her return seemed to have worsened and she closed her eyes for a moment as she fought for control. She took in a few deep breaths and slowly exhaled, an effort to calm herself, to keep from screaming for a guard to release her immediately...or completely breaking down.

She caught his scent before he spoke. The salty clean scent of the ocean was light, breaking through the stale air of the dungeon, and Harlie inhaled deeper, taking him in. And then he spoke, His deep, melodious voice filled her ears as her eyes opened, relief evident in them. Immediately she began to feel more calm, despite the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach when the endearment she loved fell from his lips, and a grateful smile curved her lips as she watched Manny work his magic on the locked cell door.~

A little too quiet for my tastes. You know I prefer when things are a bit more...excitin'.

~Her words were light, almost teasing, as the door swung open and she stepped outside the cell. Relief flooded her, leaving no trace of the panic that had been holding her hostage just a moment before. She started to take a step away from her...whatever he was, but, feeling a pair of eyes on her backside, she bit back a smile and backtracked.

Standing in front of Manny, she smiled slowly. Stretching up on her toes, she reached out after only a fraction of a second of hesitation and cupped his face in both of her hands. Gazing unflinchingly into the ocean eyes she adored, fingertips playing with his adorable dimples, she leaned into him as she placed her lips upon his in the softest of kisses. Pulling back slightly, her voice was a whisper.~

Thank you, darlin'.
Harlowe mac Lir 10/15/19 ~She bit back a soft, amused smile as she watched the unfathomably powerful god she had been married to trip over his words. It wasn't often that Manny was taken off guard or awkward and she loved that this time she was the reason for the lapse in his usually smooth demeanor.

She nodded her head at his second attempt at words and caught her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down on it. Nothing would happen that she didn't want. She believed his words. But that was the problem, wasn't it? She wanted so many things. Things she knew she wasn't ready for. They weren't where they used to be. And she didn't know when, or if, they would get back there. But she was tired of denying that there was still something between them. The kiss they'd just shared, that mind blowing but all too brief kiss, had proven that the passion they'd shared was still very much alive.

It was on the tip of her tongue to point out that they already knew each other very well, but she realized he was right. They weren't the same people they had been during their marriage. And so their date would be about getting to know each other all over again.

She unclenched her fist from his collar and smoothed her hand over his chest, slowly letting both hands fall away. He released his hold on her and took a step back and the faint trembling of her body subsided as a few inches of space was created between them.

Ignoring the little voice in the back of her mind that urged her to grab Manny, to pull him close again and not let go, she released a soft sigh and nodded again as he told her the location and time that they should meet. When he continued to speak she arched a brow. Another round? Uncertain whether he meant another round of their game of truth or dare or their kiss, she gave a shrug of her shoulders. She took a step back when she wanted to take a step forward to close the space between them and feel his mouth on hers once again.~

Maybe later. I've got some errands to run. I'll see you at 8:00, Manny.

~Harlie's gaze traveled lingeringly over his body. Stopping at his mouth, she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue before she forced her eyes to meet his. Lifting a hand to her lips, she kissed her fingers then blew the kiss to him. And then she turned and hurried away.~
Harlowe mac Lir 10/14/19 ~Harlie's eyes went wide. A date. She hadn't been expecting that. Though she supposed she should have. Manny had been trying to get her, get them, back to where they left off since her return to this realm. She chewed on her bottom lip as she considered his suggestion. An evening spent on a yacht, much like the one they had fallen in love on, she assumed. The one they had spent most of their time on in the early days of their relationship, making love and getting to know each other.

Did she want to go back to that? To be reminded of all the memories they'd made together? To be alone with him in the middle of the ocean, under the influence of alcohol and the moon and stars shining in the midnight sky?

As she gazed into his expectant eyes and felt his arms around her, his embrace light, not trying to inflict harm, not suffocating or possessive, but secure, right, she took a deep breath. And then, her heart pounding in her chest, she gave him the only answer she could. Nodding her head, she gave him a shy smile. There was no hesitation in her words though when she finally spoke.~

Yes. I'll go on a date with you, Manny.
Harlowe mac Lir 10/14/19 ~A slight smile curved her lips at the sexy, admiring tone in his words as he slowly erased what little distance lay between them. He reached out to cup her neck and draw her closer still and she couldn't quite suppress the slightest tremble of fear that went through her, even as her flesh tingled where he touched her, at once soothed and aroused by his hand.

Her gaze stayed firmly on his own as she waited in breathless anticipation for what she knew was about to come, neither pressing closer nor pulling away. And then, finally, after what felt like a million years, his lips touched hers. As he kissed her, a sound, halfway between a sigh and a sob, escaped her, and he deepened their kiss. And then she was returning it, hesitantly at first and then more enthusiastically. Her mouth moved beneath his, kissing him, sucking and nibbling gently at his lips. Giving pleasure as she took it, happily following him on the sensual journey he led.

She had missed this. Touching. Kissing. His touch and his kiss. And she didn't know when, or if, as he had said, she would feel this brave again. And so Harlie relished the moment. The intimacy of it. Committed every caress of his fingers, every brush of his mouth against hers and the gentle nibbling of his teeth to her memory.

When he finally pulled back, breaking the kiss, she swallowed a protest as her stormy blue eyes opened to gaze up at him. It was only then that she realized her body was pressed fully against his and her hands were on him, one pressed flat to his chest, unerringly finding the place where the tattoo that decorated his skin lay beneath the shirt covering it. The other hand was fisted at his collar, crushing, wrinkling the material she had needlessly smoothed earlier.

She made no effort to move away, to put distance between them though, as she gazed wordlessly into his gorgeous eyes. She nearly purred and rubbed her cheek against his hand when he stroked her jaw with his thumb, leaving a trail of tingling flesh behind. And then he spoke and she licked her lips, nearly groaning from the familiar taste of him on them as his soft voice filled her ears. Her own voice was equally soft and slightly husky when she gave her answer.~

Da...dare. I choose dare.
Harlowe mac Lir 10/14/19 ~She felt his ocean eyes on her body, everywhere, as surely as if he had reached out to trace her curves with his hands. A shiver went down her spine and her skin heated in reaction, making her cheeks flush. She watched, transfixed, as the tip of his tongue slid out to moisten his full bottom lip and she mimicked him, sliding her tongue over her own lips.

She barely resisting the urge to close the ever shrinking gap that stood between them as he leaned in while she fixed his collar, she inhaled deeply, taking in the salty scent of the sea that clung to his skin. He smiled that slow, sexy smile she loved and flashed the dimples that made her weak in the knees. As he finally spoke, she almost closed her eyes to savor the sound, his lilting Irish accent speaking his pet name for her like music to her ears. Her gaze flicked between his eyes and his mouth, finally settling steadily on his mesmerizing teal eyes as she nodded slowly.~

I dare you...to do exactly what you're thinkin' about doin' this very second.
Harlowe mac Lir 10/13/19 ~Harlie stopped in front of Manny and tilted her head back to meet his eyes for a moment. Her gaze slowly drifted downward, taking in every inch of his body and she bit down on her bottom lip to hold back her appreciative sigh. It was apparent to her that he'd been working out. The changes in his physique were evident even covered by the button down shirt and jeans he wore. At least to her eyes, which had spent countless hours memorizing every hard line and bulging muscle.

He was looking good. Really good. Or maybe she'd been without physical attention for too long. She licked her lips as her eyes leisurely trailed back up his body. Taking her time meeting his gaze again, her hands itched to reach out and re-familiarize themselves with his body and all of its changes. To trace the firm muscles of his chest and abs. And then the rest of him. Reaching out as her eyes landed on his again, she fixed his collar, smoothing out the material. She allowed her fingertips to linger on his shoulder briefly before she cleared her throat and her hand fell away. And then she spoke softly.~

Truth or dare?
Beau Theroux 10/10/19 With a sheepish look appearing on his bearded visage the man looked at his nails. Were they really so long? Now he was feeling self conscious. Quickly he shoved them into the pockets of his jeans. Evergreen hues returned to the other male paired with a brilliant smile.

"Many thanks, pal. I will be sure to take your advice. I am called many things, but Beaudoin or Beau is my go to. Pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Harlowe mac Lir 10/07/19 ~A little smile curved her lips, accompanied by a soft blush that filled her cheeks as she read the next words sent by the man who, she couldn't deny, still made her weak in the knees. The morning after their night of drinking and truth or dare, the first time since she'd escaped hell that she'd had a restful sleep free of nightmares, had been awkward.

They hadn't exactly been in a good place before he'd shown up at her apartment that night with Yule. But the following morning, when they'd found themselves tangled up together on her couch, she'd had visions of herself cooking breakfast for him. The two of them sharing a meal, at least, for the first time in what seemed like years but would've been a matter of months. She'd excused herself to shower first though, and all the while, as she washed the scent of the previous night's booze away from her body, she definitely wasn't disappointed that he didn't take it upon himself to walk into her tiny bathroom and join her. She couldn't deny the emotion though when she'd gotten dressed and walked back into the living room to find Manny gone. Without a note or text to explain his absence.
Harlie had assumed then, and the assumption was reinforced by the lack of contact from him, that Manny had finally done what she'd been asking him to do since her return and given up on her. Moved on. And so, it was with that assumption that when she ran into him again and invited him to the opening of Feu/Glace that she assured the man she had literally given her soul to that he could bring a date.

The thought of seeing him with another woman nearly killed her. Made her want to kill the hypothetical woman. But she knew she would endure it. She wasn't the woman he'd known, the woman he'd married. Not anymore.

This text though, his words, made her reevaluate all her assumptions of the recent signals she thought he was sending. The smile on her lips grew as butterflies fluttered faintly in her stomach.~

M.G.
I'll see you there.
Your first round of drinks is on me.
Lark Harper 10/06/19 The poor gal was flustered, embarassed by her own lack of awareness that she simply worries her lower lip with her teeth, an attempt to not hyperventilate even as she worked to gather each sheet, careful to not overly smudge the pencil marks upon the pages.

""I, uhm, yeah. I mean, yes. Music. I... I dabble. Okay, no, that isn't exactly true. Before I became aware I was a classically trained Opera singer. I have learned to play several instruments but I prefer the piano, followed by a close second in the violin. " Lark offers a shy smile, tucking the pages together and then tucking a strand of hair behind an ear.

" Thank you...? Oh, where are my manners? I'm Lark, Lark Harper. Mack sometimes calls me her Songbird." Poor gal, easily flustered and known to blush at the littlest of things. Cue said blush.
Harlowe mac Lir 10/06/19 ~Her heart skipped a beat when she reached for her phone and saw that the text she'd received was from the Celtic god she couldn't get out of her head no matter how hard she tried. Taking a breath to calm herself, her blue eyes took in his words. And then her fingers were tapping at her phone screen as she chewed on her lip.~

M.G.
Think Roaring Twenties. Anything in that era would be appropriate.
But it's fine if you'd be more comfortable in something more modern.
You won't be kicked out for wearing the wrong clothes.
...by me, anyway.
Anything else you need from me?
Lark Harper 10/04/19 It had been difficult for the songbird to become accustomed to having knowledge of this Other world that had been hidden from the normality of human kind, but she seemed to have managed it, even if it did come with aid from the Coven leader. Ah, Mackenzie, she really is a great gal.

Distraction saw the darkly tressed young woman accidentally bumping into a fellow Coven member, the pages of marked papers falling from her grasp to which she begins to apologize profusely, carefully crouching down as best as modest skirts would allow to gather up the sheet music.

"I am so sorry! I'm such a clumsy person. Mack keeps telling me to get my head out of the clouds, er... well out of my music but I seem to have not quite heeded that just yet."
Harlowe mac Lir 10/03/19 ~Harlie nodded, swallowing past the lump in her throat. She forced a bright smile even as her heart squeezed painfully in response to his words, his agreement with her own. Blue flames flashed briefly in her eyes as she glanced down at the stack of flyers she held.~

Great! That's...great. I'll see you then. I guess I'd better get busy handin' out these flyers. Have a wonderful day.

~She gave a nod of her head. Chewing on her bottom lip, she looked up at him, not moving to leave. Suppressing the sigh that sprang to her lips a moment later, she gave another nod. Lifting a hand, she wiggled her fingers then turned and walked away from him.~
Harlowe mac Lir 10/03/19 ~She looked down at his outstretched arms then back up into his eyes. Those ocean eyes that had the power to mesmerize her, hypnotize her every time she gazed into them. Eyes that made her want to fall into them, into him, and agree to anything he might suggest. She blinked and then gave a shake of her head.

No! Um...I mean, no. But thank you. I appreciate you offerin'. But I can handle it. I'll see you there though.

~Her gaze lingered on him for a moment before she turned around and started to walk away. After taking a step, she whirled around again.~

Oh, Manny? You can...um...I mean, feel free to bring a...a date. If you want to.
Harlowe mac Lir 10/02/19 ~Her arms full of sheets of papers fresh from the printer, Harlie stopped in her tracks when she spotted an achingly familiar form. After a moment of indecision, she took a deep breath and then walked up to Manny. Stepping close, but not quite touching, she tilted her head back to look into his eyes as she took a sheet of paper from the top of the pile and stuffed it into his hand. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down on it and then offered him a small, hesitant smile.~

I'll see you there, right?



All throughout the Realm strange events were occurring, dark and dangerous things were stirring within the space they had all claimed as home. And yet, among all of those frightening happenings, there was an undercurrent of something more. Strange flyers were materializing at random intervals. On alley walls, grave stones, in pockets and upon coffee tables, tucked away in the most peculiar places where you would swear there was nothing before.

With them came the doors, black oak with a spindly red flower engraved in the grain, seeming to come from nowhere. They would simply appear in those same odd places. Tucked in an alcove of a back-alleyway, taking up space on a mausoleum, or within abandoned houses. And the flyers were the key.

On the selected date they would take flight, tugging and fluttering like moths to a flame, and lead the way – for those who were found to have one of those pieces of paper in their possession – to those doors. Others might stumble across them in those hidden places and place their hand upon the smooth wood, watch them swing open, and walk through.

That same red flower would bloom on the back of the hand of any who chose to do so. And there would be another pull, a shift in the air as they traveled through darkness, and a second door would open revealing a fog covered woodland. A short way ahead there would be a house, tall and strange, with a large black door inviting them in.
Harlowe mac Lir 09/30/19 M
You made sure my drunk best friend got here safely.
I guess it won't hurt to share a drink or two to show my gratitude.
I'll hold you to that.
Harlowe mac Lir 09/23/19 M
I'm sure the people you're partying with would disagree with you. On both counts.
Have a good evening.
Harlowe mac Lir 09/23/19 ~Harlie's gaze was glued to her secondhand tv, where two half-dressed supporting characters in the series she was binging were finally giving in to their feelings for each other. A sigh left her lips as the male kissed and stroked the fair woman passionately. It had been so long since she'd been touched like that. And despite her aversion to being touched these days, she couldn't help replacing the face of the woman on the screen with her own in her mind.
As the dark features of the male on the screen morphed into the all too familiar fairer features of a certain god though, she gave a shake of her head to clear it. It was just because he was the last person she'd been with. In this realm. And as a shudder went through her, she refused to think of her time in hell. As much as it hurt, thinking of Manny and their time together was the safer option.
And so as the characters on the screen consummated their new relationship, Harlie's thoughts drifted to Ireland. To one of the last days and nights she'd spent with Manny. When she'd surprised him with her arrival from L.A. Their reunion as a storm raged outside the huge windows that served as walls in their bedroom. And much later, a gift she'd been planning for weeks.
Her thoughts lingered on the other gift she'd had for him. The one he'd never gotten. As she wondered if it had ever been finished, or if it had been discarded when the people she had hired couldn't reach her, she heard the chime of a text on her phone. Reaching for it, a frown tugged at the corners of her mouth as she read the words on the phone screen.
I miss your-
I need-
Come over.
I miss you.
She started several texts, only to delete them all before she could press send. Another sigh left her lips. And then she was tapping at her phone again.
The Ex
I didn't give up on you. Not until I had to. To try to save myself.
Can we not do this? I don't want to argue. Not tonight.
Aren't you busy anyway? A friend told me about the...party y'all are having. Have fun with your new friends.
Melinoe 09/15/19 Mel squealed with happiness, throwing her arms around the mans torso. "Oh, thank you! I know it's a silly request, but you just seem like so much fun. Oh, I'm so glad that you joined Sine Metu, mister! I think we're going to be great friends!"
Harlowe mac Lir 09/13/19 ~As she read his next words, Harlie's mouth fell open. She snorted derisively and then her fingers were flying over her phone screen as she tapped furiously at it.~

C0cky SOB Looking for an invite? No, I'll make do with the chocolate I have on hand.
Jealous? You wish. It was just an observation.
You're free to do whatever you like. Date whoever you want. Hook up with this entire realm, have a whole litter of baby gods and goddesses. It's no longer my concern.
I kissed one person. And it was hardly random.
It sounds as if you're the one living with the green-eyed monster, lover.
Harlowe mac Lir 09/12/19 ~She had just bitten into a third chocolate, the flavors of chocolate and salted caramel mingling in her mouth, when her phone chimed with a new text. Ignoring the way her stomach flipped over when she saw who it was from and read the words on the screen, she used the tip of a finger to trace those achingly familiar Gaelic words, hearing them echoed in her head in that sexy Irish brogue.~

Heartbreaker
Salted caramel was always your thing, not mine.
There are some things chocolate and flowers can't fix.
I'm sure your...new friends will make sure you're not too lonely.


~She had seen him, of course, around the city. Even in a town the size of New York, the devastatingly handsome god was hard to miss. As was the new crowd he seemed to be hanging out with in recent days. ~
LillyEmperium 09/12/19 * from a darken corner in the hallway Lilly stood waiting before calling out* Hey...got something for you... *At the first sign of movement she lobbed a balloon full of paint as she said* tag..... you're it
Harlowe mac Lir 09/10/19 ~Harlie came back to the apartment she'd been renting since her return to find flowers, chocolate and wine lying at her door. Knowing immediately who these gifts came from, she bent down to read the note propped up in the middle of it all anyway.
Her heart clenched in pain and she pressed a hand to her stomach as she read the words scrawled across the paper in Manny's familiar handwriting. Pressing the note to her chest, her stinging eyes closed for a moment as she fought to control her emotions, to hold on to the anger that had been to only thing holding her together, keeping her going, since her return from hell.
Gathering up the gifts, she unlocked her door and stepped through it. The tiny one-bedroom apartment was a far cry from the spacious penthouse she and Manny had shared. The entire apartment could have fit four times over in the master bathroom of their...Manny's home in Ireland. There certainly wasn't enough room for two people without risking the chance of them bumping into each other at every turn. But, as she was living alone these days, it was fine with Harlie. Temporarily, until she found a way to make some money to afford a bigger place at least. She combatted the claustrophobia she found she suffered from since her time in hell by going for long walks and exploring the city. The benefits of that were twofold as those walks also helped to clear her mind and allow her to think. About what she wanted. In life. And love. And what to do next.
With a deep sigh, she unloaded the flowers, chocolate and wine onto the kitchen counter. Grabbing a vase, she filled it with water and hesitated a moment before arranging the bouquet, a mix of pink roses and Gerbera daisies in it. Fingering a silky petal, she chewed on her bottom lip. They really were gorgeous. And that, and her utter mental and emotional exhaustion, was the only thing that prevented her from tossing the whole lot into the trash. She just didn't have the energy to hate Manny. Not tonight. And besides, it felt like forever since she'd had chocolate. Reaching for the box, she selected one, and as the taste of rich chocolate and salted caramel touched her tongue, she made a sound of appreciation.
Grabbing the entire box, she wandered to the living room with it and plopped down onto the couch. As she savored a second chocolate, she took out her phone and began to type.~

Heartbreaker
You don't give up, do you?
Wine, chocolate and flowers? After the unicorns I thought you had more imagination than that.
Though I suppose I have to give you credit for remembering all my favorites.
LillyEmperium 09/10/19 *chuckling Lilly Lilly looked to him* Darlin I think he did....give her lil time, try to win her back...
LillyEmperium 09/10/19 Sincerity... sincerity....sincerity... patience..... communication....chocolate.... wine and flowers sometimes help too....
Melinoe 09/10/19 "Um, Manannán? Could... could you give me a piggy back ride sometime? You're just so tall..." A goofy grin graces the girls features as she stares up at him. She knew her request was silly, but he was just seemed so full of warmth and kindness.
Kira Garrett 09/09/19 Kira laughed as she held up her hands in defense. "I see that now, I was obviously mistaken. I apologize." Hearing talk of returning to the water, she sighed. "I think we're going to be great friends." Her palm found its way to his shoulder as her smile grew even wider.
LillyEmperium 09/09/19 *softly she chuckled* no harm, no foul dear. No offense taken. However by the sounds of things, I take it things didn't go well with the misses
LillyEmperium 09/09/19 *with a soft chuckle, Lilly nodded* Manannán, you know of my husband but do not recall my name? I think your being bit silly now. My name is Lilly. You're welcome, should you need any help feel free to ask
Nicolas Murray 09/09/19 Nic grabbed the hand and gave it a hearty shake. “I like you already, Manny! I can see we will have a lot of fun together. Also..” He let go is Manny’s hand and clasped him on the shoulder. “Mon ami. Tag. You’re it.” With that he ran off as fast as his Christian Dior’s would take him.
Kira Garrett 09/09/19 Manannán's smile was infectious, and Kira could help but to grin widely. "I'm a siren, landlocked for the most part unfortunately. It's wonderful to meet you, I'm Kira. I've heard about you, before you bit the big one."
Nicolas Murray 09/09/19 Ah, welcome to the fold. My name is Nic if you need anything. The more trouble the better.
Melinoe 09/09/19 "Hiya, mister! Welcome to Sine! I'm Mel, welcome to the family!" Melinoe extends her hand, a bright smile on her face.
Kira Garrett 09/09/19 Welcome to the ranks! Nice to see another ocean lover in these waters.
-Giggles, thinks she's hilarious-
LillyEmperium 09/09/19 Welcome to the coven, should you need anything feel free to ask
Mackenzie 09/07/19 -Mouth agape-
-May be staring-
-Swallows, lifts bottle-
Sláinte, indeed.
-Takes a hearty drink of magic whiskey-
It would be very much an honor to have the Protector of my home and provider of whiskey as part of collection...
Mackenzie 09/03/19 -Squints-
For Ireland..
-Tilts head slightly-
And how do you feel about living for the Irish?
-Pauses, shakes head-
That... I'm Mackenzie.
Virelai Tylwyth 09/03/19 Yule grinned and canted her head to the side. "I'd be happy to do so. I'll keep an eye out and do what I can if I happen to come across her."

She stepped back a little more and stared after him as he disappeared at an almost alarming speed down the corridor, taking her own time to make her way out of the dungeon.
Virelai Tylwyth 09/03/19 "Ah..." Yule paused and turned, tilting her head ever so slightly to the side. She looked at him, really looked rather than playing the part of a ghost who came and went, and smiled. "I too spend much time here reflecting. This world," She made a sweeping gesture with her hand and her smile became just a little bit twisted, "It makes for a difficult home. So easy to make mistakes."

A low, thoughtful hum vibrated in the back of her throat as she clasped her hands behind her back once more, rocking onto the balls of her feet briefly before settling her stance. "I am certain your strength will return to you."

She held out her ungloved hand then, rather than the bloodied one. "Manannán is a strong name. My name is Yule. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Virelai Tylwyth 09/03/19 Yule hummed a strange tune as she walked down the corridor. Earlier she had broken open a redheaded woman's cell and had spent most of the evening toying with the dungeon locks. Whatever it was she had left behind with that carnage she had created the night before gave her more strength than she had expected. She flexed her fingers and stepped up to the door of another cell.

Still humming, she stripped off one of her black gloves and ran her fingertips against the lock of this man's cell, watching ice form and crystallize until the entirety of the lock was covered inside and out. Once again, she jammed the heel of her hand against the padlock and watched it shatter before stepping back and tugging the cell door open. It felt like deja vu.

Giving a similar bow, leveling her gaze to look at the man, she smiled sharply. "They have awful accommodations, don't you think?" Straightening up, she clasped her hands behind her back, her drifting gate returning her to the mostly shadowed halls. Glancing over her shoulder, Yule's smile widened. "Hopefully you didn't have to be caught her long. Good luck to you."

You managed to break out Manannán mac-Lir.
Mackenzie 09/02/19 I've been deceived.
Where, then, were your born?
Please don't say Scotland.
-Sips and stares-
Mackenzie 09/02/19 -Holds up bottle-
Cheers.
-Edges just a tiny bit closer-
-Sniffs at-
Ugh. You smell like Kerry.
Mackenzie 09/02/19 -squints-
-dodges-
-gasps, catches-
Sweet nectar of my life...
Mackenzie 09/02/19 -throws potato at-
Ciaran_M_Boru 09/01/19 "You are in some serious trouble then Manny. Good luck with that."
Harlowe mac Lir 09/01/19 ~As she read the follow-up texts, she felt the warmth in her fingertips grow along with the rage inside her. Finding a bench, she sat down and laid her phone beside her. After a look around to make sure nobody was around to watch her, she flexed her fingers and held her hands out, pointed toward the sidewalk.
Sparks crackled and popped along the pavement for a few long minutes before she finally released a sigh and picked up her phone again. Faint tendrils of smoke drifted from her fingertips as they flew over her phone screen.~

Lying Cheating Ex
You can stop pretending that you give a f*ck.
You said yourself you could find me in an instant. I was down there for months.
But you couldn't tear yourself away from your beloved first family for a moment to find me.
It's fine though. I survived everything they did to me. No thanks to you.
Harlowe mac Lir 09/01/19 ~An annoyed breath left her when she heard the chime of another text. Stopping in her tracks, blue flames flared in her eyes and she felt a tingle of warmth in her fingertips as she read the text in disbelief. Hands shaking with rage, she struggled to keep her hold on her phone as she tapped at it with more force than necessary.~

Lying Cheating Ex
Ask one of the demons that kept me company in hell for the past few months.
They told me all about what you were up to while they were having their fun with me.
And who with.
Virelai Tylwyth 09/01/19 It must have been happenstance that had Yule back in the dungeon once more her icy hands - cold to the touch even through the gloves she wore - fiddling with a pair of lockpicks outside of an occupied cell. This time, it did not take her long to pop the lock open and pull it loose. She did not speak, her mind fuzzy as her thoughts drifted, but she did swing the door open in silent invitation to freedom. Her eyes darted down the musty corridors and she bowed her head slightly, keeping her gaze slanted away from the cell's occupant, speaking at last.

"Best be gone before the others arrive. Good luck to you." And then she turned on her heel and strode down the hall, deeper into the labyrinth of the cells.

You managed to break out Manannan mac-Lir.
Harlowe mac Lir 09/01/19 ~When her phone pinged with a text she had been wandering for hours in search of the man who had stolen her heart and then shattered it into a million tiny pieces. Pulling the device out of the pocket of her leather jacket, she read the new series of texts and scowled down at the screen. Snorting derisively, she tapped out a short message.~

Cheating Ex
F*ck off.
Lose my number.

~She shoved her phone back on her pocket, a renewed purpose in her steps. He was at their apartment? It was time she paid her former husband a visit. Make him hurt as much as he had hurt her with his lies. And then she would burn the building and all of the memories it held to the ground.~
LillyEmperium 09/01/19 Thank you dear. Harlowe...ah yes red hair. Just seen her. *Points towards the direction she came from* she was looking for you dear.
Virelai Tylwyth 09/01/19 Yule stood, tucking the worn wooden rune back in its bag, and stood. Casting a final, almost longing, glance at the grave she waved her hand. The spider vanished in a puff of white smoke, returning to her once again, and she made her way back to the more frequented part of the graveyard.

She pulled the note that had appeared during her visit from her pocket and read it again, a smile tugging at her lips. It seemed even she could still be surprised by the happenings within the Realm. Always expect the unexpected. She thought, bringing the note up to her nose.

The scent of magic was faint, but it was there, a subtle and almost cold sort or scent - at least to her. And she allowed herself a moment to wonder what other surprises the Realm had in store for her, before she set off searching once more.
Matt Boru 09/01/19 Something like that yeah. So it seems.
Matt Boru 09/01/19 "Aye Ronan Boru is my father. how do you know him exactaly"
Ciaran_M_Boru 09/01/19 Welcome back lad.
LillyEmperium 09/01/19 Welcome back
Daxx- 09/01/19

Daxx walks up to the newest member of the Realm. The Eternal Embrace Pirate smiled. "Welcome to the Realm. Have some Rum on me."
Shadwyn Drake 09/01/19 Welcome to the realm!
Virelai Tylwyth 09/01/19 Humming softly, Yule was rustling through a desk in the sparsely furnished apartment – searching for paper and a pen – when a little, leather-bound black book came zipping across the room towards her head. Without looking in the direction of it, she caught the corner and sat up, setting the piece of parchment and the pen she had found on the flat surface of the desk.

With a soft sigh, she opened the buttery leather cover and ran her finger down the page, scrolling along the list tucked inside. It seemed there were new arrivals come to the Realm and she, in her own way, had decided to welcome them. Though she had no association or status herself, a man who had been kind enough to help her had said that if she were able, she pay that kindness forward. And so she had decided to do just that.

Pen and book in hand, she wrote a short note in elegantly looping script across two of the pieces of paper. Enclosing a small gift and sealing each of them with a blob of hot red wax, she stamped a spindly flower into its center and sent them off with a wave of her hand. It wasn't much, but perhaps it would help them along on their journeys. The letters would arrive at their intended destination one way or another, even though there were no names or addresses to guide them. She knew that this was a more impersonal greeting but she hoped it would be enough to keep her word.
Matt Boru 09/01/19 ~Matt looks at the male~ You’re a tuatha de dannan. Welcome to the realm. My grand mother is Brigit the fire goddess. One of Aunt’s is The Morrigan. I am Matthew Kian Boru. If you should need any help please let me know and I will help if I can.
Manannán mac Lir 09/01/19 Hands in pockets, Manannan stared up at the apartment block where he and Harlie's home lay nestled on the top floor. The windows dark and empty, staring back at him accusingly. He had already been to Ireland. She wasn't there.

"Harlie, mo grá. Where are you?" the wind stole his voice, making his Irish lilt a scattered whisper. With the cool night air swirling around him, he stood and waited. For her.
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