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"Hey, Morgott, I got something to tell you."
The Omen turned his head to the side and glanced down at you when you spoke. A gentle breeze played with the tips of your hair as you smiled up at him, giving him an expectant look. He patiently waited for you to continue speaking, only for you to crook your finger and beckon him towards you.
"Come closer."
Morgott tilted his head slightly, a stray piece of hair being swept off his furrowed brow by the cool, afternoon breeze. His eyes narrowed as he examined you, trying to decipher what new little game you were trying to play. Your innocent stare gave nothing away, a gentle smile tugging at your lips as you continued to beckon him.
"What is thou planning?" he questioned, eyes narrowed with suspicion.
You shook your head, innocent smile still adorning your lips. "Nothing!" you chirped.
After a long moment, the Omen King decided to humour you, curiosity tickling the back of his mind. He reached you in a few, easy strides, the sound of his staff tapping against the ground following his footsteps. He stood tall against your petite stature; head tilted down as he gave you a cursory glance. You did not flinch at his intimidating height as you smiled.
"Closer" you cooed, a teasing lilt to your voice.
Morgott grunted in response as he knelt down beside you, one hand curled around the shaft of his staff as his knee touched the cold, hard ground beneath him. His tail curled around your feet, the appendage twitching when you took a step closer. You cupped a hand over your mouth as you came closer and Morgott leaned over as he lent you his ear. You had to lean up on the tips of your toes to reach his face, wobbling slightly as you stretched up and placed your lips against his cool skin. The contact was brief but when he felt your soft lips touch his skin his reaction was immediate. He wrenched his head away like he had suddenly been bitten, hand flying to his face to cover the spot you had kissed. You couldn't contain the small giggle that fell from your lips at the bewildered expression tugging at his features, eyes wild and lips pulled into a tight, thin line as he whipped his head in your direction. You placed a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle your mad grin as your eyes danced with mirth. It took a moment for Morgott to compose himself once more, eyes narrowed again as he tried to anticipate your next move.
"That...thou did not speak."
You hummed playfully; arms clasped briefly behind your back as you flashed him a bright smile that could outshine the sun.
"I don't think that it really needs any words" you simply replied. "Just a little secret, between us" you added with a small wink.
He was not sure how he should respond. He was silent as his muddled brain tried to comprehend your...peculiar ways. But he had to give up when he remembered that he could never truly figure out you nor your actions. His fingers pressed into his cheek, subtly rubbing the spot where he had felt your lips only a moment prior. The warmth still lingered. He cleared his throat and once it didn't feel like his heart was lodged in it, he spoke.
"Thy behaviour is...odd" he muttered under his breath, eyes refusing to meet your gaze.
You started to chuckle, highly amused at the sight of Morgott, the Omen King, reduced to a slightly flustered mess, a war raging behind his eyes as he tried to wrangle in his emotions.
"Aww are you blushing, Margie? Want another kiss?" you cooed as you puckered your lips to give him another kiss.
He glowered, upper lip curling as he bared his teeth yet he did not push away your advances as you reached up on the tips of toes once more and planted another kiss on his cheek.