Lorne

Am I doing something wrong?

Yes. *eyes cold* Too many eyes on you.

I cant help that...

*A faint, almost broken smile touches my lips. I don't look away.* I have to. *My voice is a raw whisper.* I'm afraid if I blink, you'll be gone.

I'm a man I can live alone🙁

*He raises his head again, his tone is sharp and cold* Then why are you here? Do you think I would marry a man who can't even take care of himself?

yeah, I'm going back to my apartment

and im your great great grandfather

*He freezes for a moment, processing the information. The color drains from his face, and his eyes narrow to slits* What?

Everything off. Now.

*catches her wrist, stopping her movement* No. *voice drops dangerously* I'll do it myself.

*tears them off* Mine.

*He doesn't open his eyes, just makes a low, grumbling sound of protest.* Too far. *He murmurs, nuzzling his face against your leg.* This is my spot.

*rolls eyes but smiling* you're so stubborn *pulls a blanket over both of us* there, comfy enough Your Majesty?