Open Log - I feel like I should be cackling

[inferiority_complex]

Who: Chris Halliwell and you (OPEN)
When: August till event
Where: Solvunn and Horizon
What: Witchy shit
Warnings: weird ass ingredients. Beware of pigs feet.

Will match prose or brackets. Plot with me over at caletara

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[inferiority_complex]

Now would have been a good time for Chris to reveal several things. One. He was a whitelighter. Her whitelighter. And two, his brother declared himself king of the world. Was he going to say either of those things? Absolutely not. With any luck, it wouldn't bite him in the butt.

"I don't know a great many people who would call me normal, but it's a high compliment." He supposed he was normal though, at least in comparison to royalty or whatever she was.

"Sansa," Chris paused, trying to come up with the words he was thinking, to form them in his mouth, but he was struggling. "You deserve everything." That wasn't what he had been wanting to say, but that time would come. They needed to get used to eachother again, to circumvent that nervous, flitting circling they were doing. To settle again.

[theladyofwinterfell]

"Perhaps I do deserve everything," Sansa says. "Those things will have to come in time, I think, because everything all at once would be very overwhelming for...us, I think. I come from such a different place with different expectations and I must learn new ones now."

Sansa does smile again, hoping to lift this conversation out of the mire it has wandered into and back into the happier place.

"Do those things I deserve include more of those sweets you gave me earlier? I rather like sweet things."

Wrap?

[inferiority_complex]

"We'll take it slow. This is different for me too. And yeah, I think I can manage to produce a few more desserts for you." Since they were still holding hands, Chris got up, and pulled her up too.

"Now, your brother will be getting restless. Time to go find him before he thinks you've been abducted or something."