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Quarantine prompt #18? Bonus if it includes all four characters ;)

“How long will we be inside for?” Irene asked as she stood on tiptoes to fully examine the content of Silver’s kitchen cabinet, specifically the one very well stocked with tea and coffee.”

“Fourteen days.” Kai decided to not point out that, whilst this wasn't Irene’s idea, she had pointed out that it was a good and logical idea.”

“This isn't enough coffee.” Vale muttered, looking over Irene’s shoulder. “Not if we have to deal with Silver for two weeks.”

“You’ll have to switch to tea then.” Kai shrugged, whilst he enjoyed coffee, he didn’t quite understand both Irene’s and Vale’s urge to drink several cups of it with breakfast. It wasn’t that good and most teas had a better taste.

“I suppose.” Irene shrugged. “I suppose that will do, and it’s not like we will ever run out of alcohol staying here.”

Vale hummed. “Yes, the wine cellar is quiet extensive.”

“How do you know that?” Irene was the only one to jump at Silver’s sudden appearance, she’d been examining a tin of tea.

“How on earth do you have this?” Irene interrupted before Vale could respond, holding up the tin of tea. “This is… probably one of the rarer teas in any world that I can name.”

“Do you want to try some?” He asked with a slow smile. If Kai had known that the way to Irene’s heart was tins of rare and expensive teas then he would have done it days after they met, as it was, he did not like the way that Silver looked at Irene.

The expression on Irene’s face was one of shock and excitement that he usually saw when she was reading, it was gentle and endearing and like watching the sunrise. And entirely focused on the tin in her hands, which she was holding like she was terrified of dropping it and spilling the contents.

“What is it?” Kai curiously asked, Irene’s fingers obscured the label.

“Vintage narcissus. I think it would likely be my wages for an entire year for a tin.” She said, looking up. “May I?”

“Of course, little mouse. Anything to see that look on your face again.” Silver raked his eyes over her and Irene wrinkled her nose. “Maybe the gentleman and I will take a foray to the wine cellar to find something that suits our tastes. Maybe some wine for dinner, and then we can have a pot of tea afterwards.” He casually plucked the tin from Irene’s hand and leant across her to put it away again, brushing against her.

Irene bit back a sigh as she felt Silver’s energy brush over her and various fantasies burst into her mind, including one where he’d just drunk the tea, and was kissing her to allow her a chance to taste it upon his lips. She dismissed the notion.

Kai was a far better kisser than he was, she didn’t even need the surge of pain from her brand to ground her against that flash of power, the knowledge that he was more than capable of sneaking up to her bedroom that night certainly did the trick. Maybe with some pilfered alcohol from that aforementioned cellar.

“Alright.” Irene took a large step away and felt a rush of cold air over her skin. “Show the way, because I do not know where this cellar is, and I am very curious about what to steal from you, along with several fascinating books.”

“Which ones?”

“Your Shakespeare folio. I love a challenge, feel free to get more security.” Irene smiled. Kai chuckled. Irene could get quite competitive about breaking in to places, and when he was her student, they would regularly see who could crack a lock (no Language allowed) the quickest. She’d even raced him down a road before, whilst being chased by security, it had been a tie. She was faster, he had longer legs.

Silver led the way back out of the kitchen and to a door at the back of the main staircase. He flicked a light switch and they headed down a steep set of stairs. More lights flickered on at the bottom of the stairs, revealing several rows of shelves full of wines and other alcohols. It looked to be meticulously organised and the shelves were even labelled with types.

“They are in chronological order from when they were bottled.” Silver said. “Starting with the oldest at the far left of the shelf and getting newer toward this side of the room.”

“There’s also an excellent short cut from the servant quarters.” Vale muttered, leaning over so that Irene could just about hear him. “Just in case you need a way in.”

“I could probably get over the garden wall without a lot of hassle.” She replied. “But thank you. Maybe as an exit.” He smirked and nodded. Irene made a note of where he stored the brandy so that, if she did decided to sack the place, she’d have a very good drink before the inevitable arrest.

“Something red.” Silver said with a lazy wave of his hand. “Other than that, see what strikes your fancy.”

When Vale is the responsible one, you know you’ve got to worry!

Vale: We're not gonna burn it

Irene: C'mon dude, you never let me burn anything

Kai being a mood once more!

Kai: Ew, who would want that as their last meal?

Kai: Personally, my last meal [pulls out a handful of pancakes from her pocket] would be pancakes!

Irene: You just.... keep that in your pocket?

Kai: We face death every day. This time I’m gonna go out on my own terms.

He knows her so well. Squee, what a cute couple!

Kai: [gets down on one knee and holds up a small box]

Kai: Irene, will you mar-

Irene: If that’s not a small dagger I can fit in my boot then the answer is no

Kai: …

Kai: [opens box to reveal a small dagger she can fit in her boot]

Kai: Do you think I’m an idiot?

Ooh, this is very louche! Silver would approve.

Aww, this is sweet and explains pretty thoroughly Irene’s sudden decrease in productivity! Thanks for sharing, I really enjoyed it.

Kissing prompts 13 and 16

"I'm trying to work, stop distracting me."

"I thought you liked it when I kissed you." Irene slowly exhaled and wished the room was several degrees colder. She toyed with her pen and did not look up at Kai. "You could do with a break."

"I doubt I'll get back to work if I had a break down." She muttered. "I would not complain if you brought up a cup of tea for me though." He smirked.

"So, I'm a very good distraction?" Kai carefully tucked hair behind her ear, stroking the tip of his finger along her skin, over her forehead first, and then down her neck. Irene couldn't suppress a shiver. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"You're incorrigible." Kai shrugged.

"You wouldn't love me if I changed. How about we come up with a deal?" He put his hand on top of hers and took the pen, leaning back and playing with it, spinning it around his fingers.

"Let's hear it." Irene sighed, she wasn't going to be getting any work done if he didn't leave her alone. He was a very good (irritating) distraction. She sat back in her chair, turning it slightly to face him.

She had a large desk tucked against a window so that she could get some of the meagre natural light that made its way through, and if not, the street lamps and her desk lamp did the trick. Right now, Kai's face was thrown into sharp profile by her desk lamp and she wanted to trace the lines of his cheeks with her fingers.

"You put the work away for the rest of today and I'll leave you alone tomorrow afternoon."

"What about the morning?"

"Oh, sweetheart." He swept his eyes over her before leaning in and dropping his voice low. "You're going to need a nice, long lay in once we're done tonight."

Irene swallowed.

"Deal."

I've done 16 before, I'll see if I can find you a link, I'd do it again, but I'm really not in the mood for anything like that right now

I don’t but my mum does! So much so that sometimes I just find myself just randomly singing the theme tune.

My ugly daughter is fuuuucking delicious

To any suicidal followers I may have: This is a sign to not kill yourself. You are loved and the world is special because you are in it. Keep holding on.

Reblog this when it’s on your dash. You will save someone’s life.

This is very pretty, that building looks beautiful!

Sugary things all the way. If you give me an unlimited supply of crunchies, monster munch and maltesers I can conquer the world!

Buying so many writing snacks on my way home from work. I need biscuits and sugary things, no I don't want to be healthy, I want to be so sugar fueled that I write like Byron only he was fond of a different white powder that I don't want to try, also imagine me, a dorky idiot trying to buy drugs. They'd laugh at me and I'd get upset