chap 91 - a new leash on life - tag

Life was not easy was the motto that he should be learning to live by and yet here he was simply being jerked and pulled into every which way which was Daphne but he honestly did not mind. Though it seemed that she had mostly found herself there were still parts of her that were not fulfilled and they needed that in an art sense.

He had never actually been to Daphne's apartment but one time with Daphne and that was a mess but every story had a place of origin. "I'm good," he said. She however seemed less comfortable now that she did not have people around to protect her and had to actually talk to him.

Daphne Quinzell-Jaxon

"Mmhm," he said. "Look Daphne no one asks you to show up and simply time after time you do and that is okay." It was not like they were not both skating and skirting around the obvious. "For far too long it seems like we both are dancing around the obvious when we do not need too." This was their life now, doing things that they did not understand for reasons that were beyond their control. "It was a good trip and now everyone is back where they belong aren't they?"

Daphne Quinzell-Jaxon

"Oh well," he paused. "Dad's strong besides once those jewels get here it is the last thing that I need." He wondered how long she had known. "Since New York with dad?" he asked trying to make sure that he placed it correctly. "Look at you, living that fairy tale life," he said as he stood up. "In that case may I have my jars now?"

Daphne Quinzell-Jaxon

He watched cautiously as she moved and then look at that Daph was sitting on more than she had shown even him but he was impressed as he clapped and he looked at her. Oh baby butterflies! He chuckled at her asking him for help. "Not that you need it," he said a little intimidated as he still kept his distance from her because art and butterflies, oh my. None the less after about thirty seconds of pacing he did calmly take a seat in front of her and held up his own hands. "Been a minute since I've actually used both my hands at once for something like this." He could also feel the slight irritation that her hands seemed to be producing. A sure signal for the men in this family that they were connected beyond anything as he slightly bit the inside of his jaw to help keep the pain down.

Then in the gentle swoop of moves he interlocked his hands into hers as he felt the crystal butterflies against his skin and then he spoke as he made sure that his eyes were doing intense eye contact with hers. "Create as you will Daphne." She did need a canvas after all for the many small arts that hopefully would help her create an eventual masterpiece. Lay the work for your craft always. He ran his tongue across the inside of his mouth as he kept it closed. He could taste the slight bitterness of blood from biting his tongue down so that he would not scream.

Daphne Quinzell-Jaxon

He had never imagined in his wildest days that his face would become her canvas but here they were and for once he did not mind sitting still as he listened to her. "I'm not really looking at you anyway Daph," he said. The boy was gone however, deeper than a lust finally at a point of love he supposed as he finally swallowed his blood and felt his head turn. His turn? For, oh right she still had a broken heart.

That was fine she had chose to keep it and he could work it. He carefully unlocked their other hands and put his hand on her heart and his fingers began to slightly glow. It opened up a feeling of complete with his magic that he had not felt while he had been here until now. He slightly pushed against her chest and spoke. "It's going to hurt a little but the art as long as my hand remains here will heal you as it entangles with my magic."

Yeet~ As much as he hated to admit it, Beyonce was another staple in love stories at least when it came to his mother's side and Hunter was half his father and half his mother so he pressed again and then he softly hummed. It was low and slow, but enough for the music notes to appear around them. "It's been a while since I've seen these notes Daph." Her art, he now understood it. His love for music but her art, the second thing that they had created without either of them knowing it, not counting their first daughter. He heard her slightly draw her breath in and he followed suit. "I guess the times of pain were worth it," he said as gently blew across her face.

So many songs across this love/hate story but he kept that thought to himself as the pages slowly began to appear. They were no longer empty as the music notes attached themselves to the pages. He smiled and it quickly turned into a smirk. "Told you, every princess gets a hell of a musical number."

Daphne Quinzell-Jaxon

He was a little more than scared as he watched this but it was nothing like a broken fear and he had gotten through that. That little brush trick though that really got him as he found it a little hard to catch his breath from the fear or a weird feeling of euphoria. "Well you are no longer broken Daph. You have learned to pick up the pieces gloriously even with the melody." He should be scared of it but no he was embracing it. It was it's own shade of softness as he turned around and removed his shirt. "If you could do me a door, that'd be great."

Doors opened and doors closed everyone knew that. He thought for a second and then turned around. He blinked a second and then turned back around so she could have his back once again. He was still learning to do mostly right as he tucked his hands under his legs. No, he did not like that as he removed them and crossed them in his lap. He then undid them and looked down at them the magic steadily flowing. "A door for a door perhaps," he said as he began to outline a door, his concentration and focus still. "We could use the magic and go through what you draw." He straightened himself up as he thought. "Oh Daph, the pieces, we need the pieces." Many many times he had wearily signaled that he, no he was not the monster hiding under the bed. He had simply been happy to provide the distraction.

Daphne Quinzell-Jaxon

"Life is not easy Daph and no, no trades." He did not any longer feel like he needed to trade with her tit for tat and this for that. Where would he go? Who knew, Hunter traveled as he pleased and coming to this island it had been the longest that the adult version of himself stayed anywhere. "No Germany though it was nice." Oh, she was talking forests and making puns off of his name which made him laugh. Her pushing on the green though, he heavily hated it.

It brought back the flashes of the green eyed monster that his mother had turned into as the memories played in his head but he stayed still. Stronger for it in some ways but weaker in others. "People should learn to veer from the path sometimes," he said as he turned around so her path would stop and drip no longer straight. He could still feel the brush painting along his back as he stood up. Paint was falling everywhere as he looked down at it and took his shoes off. "I will help you clean it up after," he said as he reached over and picked orange. "I have always been someone who felt like a person should always use your hands in everything even food," he said as he laughed. He carefully stepped to Daphne and carefully pulled her face towards him. He turned his head and looked as if he was examining her actual face and then he finally spoke. "How about some glasses Daph," he said as he moved the paint from ear to ear and made square frames. He gently pushed a little magic into the paint as he watched them form now. "You scare me now sometimes." He was never one to shy away from fear though.

Daphne Quinzell-Jaxon