Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) S01 E43

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Smoke And Mirror (Royal Angel l) S01 E43

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 43

“Diaries of a wimpy Shortcake”

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Xavier P. O. V

Half a bottle of Ambien, six Coronas, two cigars and you’re still talking philosophy like you’re Nietzsche and Newton’s love child.

My mind wasn’t doing a great job at shutting up. I probably needed toothpicks to keep my eyes open, yet I couldn’t fall asleep.

Rain fell in sheets against the window panes, lightning flashing against the dark void outside. Thunder quickly followed, the smell of fresh, moist earth surrounding me like a warm blanket.

I could’ve thought about Daniel’s brother. About Darius. About anything at all, that was borderline important.

Instead I was thinking about the pressing question of why dogs chased their own tails.

Because restlessness was bad.

But making sleep deprived half ässed conclusions was outright retarded.

So it was as I was lying in my bed having an internal monologue about dog butts that I heard a knock.

I got up and hastily tugged on a pair of black pants before I got the door.

A very wide eyed Shortcake stood there with a pillow, her lips pouty and her hair all messed up.

She also happened to be wearing something frilly, pink and feminine which I could only assume was Marcus’s efforts at providing her night clothes.

About time that guy got a raise.

“Sup, Barbie?”

“Not much, Karate Kid.” She shot back, eyeing my pants.

I didn’t miss her also checking out my very shirtless chest.

“Objectifying innocent men.” I tsked, leaning against the frame. “I’m super offended.”

“I’ve offended the Sith Lord of dirty talk.” She muttered, rolling her eyes. “I should be proud.”

“No, you should be worried. ” I said, meaning it. “He’s kinda turned on even though you look like Dora the Explorer right now.”

She blushed. “You’re weird.”

“And you’re not?” I arched a brow, looking at the pillow she’d abusively dragged from her room.

“Nope.” She fired back. “Perfectly functional adult member of society -”

Lightning struck outside and she jumped, strangling that poor pillow till her knuckles went white. It was only a few seconds later after the thunder subsided that she calmed down.

Victoria looked at me sheepishly.

“Is the tiger cub scared of a little cloud action?”

She shrugged, putting on a huge show of how it was no big deal.

Another rumble from the skies and Victoria was shuddering so violently, I actually felt bad for teasing her.

“Would you like to sleep with me?”

“Yes.” She answered promptly, then realised what she’d said. She blushed. “No. Well, I mean sleep somewhere in your room.”

I smiled, letting her inside.

“I can sleep on the couch.”

She mentally sized up my height and the length of the furniture. “No. I’ll sleep there.”

I arched a brow. “Some would say you care for my comfort, shortcake.”

“Of course not, moron.” She shot back, annoyed. “I’m being selfish. Go sleep on your giant äss bed so I feel less like a wimp.”

“Don’t worry, champ.” I ruffled her hair as she settled in. “You’d make an adorable wimp.”

She blushed. “Shut up.”

With Victoria here, I’d had slightly better luck sleeping, but I woke up a little past midnight since I was freezing. I got off the bed to offer her a blanket –

The couch was empty.

“Victoria?” I called out, feeling slow panic. The storm was still raging outside and there was no way she was hunky dory.

I was about to pick apart the whole house when I heard a small whimper.

From my closet.

Oh dear Lord.

Victoria was curled into a nice little ball of fear on the lower shelf, asleep but shaking with nightmares. Her muscles were rigid, her eyes clenched shut and her lips parted in a silent scream.

I swore softly, realising this was how this kid probably solved all her problems.

Alone in the dark, hiding away from the rest of the world.

Gee, I wonder who that reminds me of.

I picked her up gently and carried her to my bed, and it hit me that there was a good chance she hadn’t told anybody about this.

If I fücked this up, there was a good chance I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.

I set her on the bed and found a pair of earphones. I put on some classic rock music just loud enough to drown out the sudden bouts of thunder and popped them in her ears. She stirred, but her body slowly relaxed.

I smiled with simple pride. Which reminded me of something important.

I was scoring real high in the pathetic idiot department.

I was about to leave Victoria and find a way to fit my ladder like feet into that almost microscopic couch when she caught my hand, her grip iron solid.

I sighed.

I settled in next to her, one arm in her death grip, the other propping my head up because surprise, sleep was flipping me the bird again.

It was about as comfortable as being tied to a chair.

“Spooning is definitely for wimps.” I muttered. “And contortionists.”

In my discomfort however, my head had cleared enough to consider Daniel’s elder brother.

All I knew about Daniel’s family is that they’d come here from Valkyria and he’d lost his brother at sea when that guy had been twenty.

Danny had been quite young then and while he’d never admit it, I knew that’s why he was scared of the ocean, despite coming from a family of sailors.

“Seek the child of birth by blood and storm .”

Would certainly fit.

There was just the small question of the guy being dead, and all.

“A soul revived in the shadows I see.”

I smiled. Gotta love Archangel Wikipedia.

I kept playing with the words until I couldn’t think anymore. Eventually I fell into a dreamless sleep, waking up only late into the morning.

Victoria was almost awake, the sun falling on her face and showing off the soft angle of her shoulder.

Her pink top rode up just enough so I could see an inch of her waist.

I ran a finger over the exposed skin, almost compulsively.

Her spine arched back under my touch and I couldn’t help skim under her dress to trace the lines of her old scars. She moaned, sensitive having just woken up.

I pushed up the back of her dress and playfully unhooked her bra with my teeth.

“Why didn’t I let you sleep on the couch?” She muttered, completely flushed.

I laughed, knowing I’d gotten her all hot and bothered.

“Because you’re a wimp in frills.” I answered, kissing the small of her back. She buried her head in the pillow, trying not to moan.

“And I find frilly wimps incredibly hot.”

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Xavier : “LIKE BECAUSE TIGER CUBS ARE HIGH MAINTENANCE.” XD