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It was absurd. Juvenile. A paradox of masculinity and insecurity.
Ominis loomed behind, exhaling tranquility.
The evening air hit them like a cool, silk sheet. MC turned, mischief sparking. Charm with a terrifying edge. "You'd mentioned an inn?"
Sebastian grinned. Confidence returning, if only for a second. "Take your pick."
Their trio carved a path through Spire Alley, shadows dancing.
Ominis, ever light-hearted except when it counted, jesting that perhaps the alley itself was a more fitting destination. Her laugh echoed, a sassy spit of breath.
The inn's air was thick, drowned in woodsy apple. Sebastian kept back, beside Ominis. Waiting.
His moment came as MC spoke to the witch at the counter.
"I'm not holding back, even if you are," he murmured.
And Ominis returned stiffly, from the corner of his mouth: "Hush, before I lose my nerve. Remember, we're going to have to get along."
"I know that."
Head spinning as he processed it all, Sebastian's eyes caught on a dimple in Ominis' tie. What madness had led them here?