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Tamsy was dead tired after today’s mission. Not because it was hard, quite the opposite. In fact, it was so easy that it was BORING. All he wanted to do was let his hair done and get back to scheming. However, just as he made it to his room, and put his hand on the knob, he heard it—or rather you: A gasp then curses under the breath.
He paused, a smirk curling against his lips. Maybe this boring day could actually turn into something fun—
“What the fuck is this doing here?”
The smirk dropped off his face so fucking fast.
You had to be fucking kidding him. This shit again?
He turned the knob, pushing into the room (he couldn’t just stand out outside his own room like a simpleton, now could he?). He didn’t even bother dealing with the mess of yourself that was on the floor. This song and dance had already been done before and if he had to participate now instead of getting comfortable…well, he might do some unsavory things toward you.
Once you’d realize that he had even glanced your way, you stopped that incessant whining. Instead, you stared at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, wide with terror and tears threatening to spill.
He wanted to laugh.
Fuck it. He did laugh. Loudly.
Unfortunately, that just started the whining again, so he pacified you.
“Please, please! Just rewrite my memories, and—!”
He sighed, rolling his eyes. He was so sick of this shit. “Ask yourself this, angel: how do you know that that book can even rewrite memories.”
That caught you off guard, (fucking how? You should already know this by now. Ugh, he really was regretting ever rewriting your memories to begin with) your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. So gross.
“Yeah, yeah, exactly.” He flicked a lock of hair from his face. “Obviously, the rewriting isn’t taking anymore, so—” He leaned down, face so close that your noses were touching, “I won’t be rewriting your memories again. You’re stuck with this knowledge, just like how you’re stuck with me.” And just because he could,
he gave your lips a peck.
You looked so fucking stupid, dazed by a little fucking kiss. Like that shit was going to make everything better. What a fucking sap.
He pulled back, giving you a bit of space. He was going to continue about his evening, and once he was settled and ready to deal with you, he’d rewrite your memories again. However, just as he gave you his back, you finally said something comprehensible.
“Okay…I guess if I were a problem, you’d have already done something to me…like you did Amo.”
His head whipped around, so fast that it would have gone rolling off his shoulders. The smile that stretched across his face cracked so hard at the corners that it hurt.
You continued, “So…how many times was that?”
“It started wearing off around the twenty-fifth, and completely dispelled on the seventy-first.” He gave you his hand, helping you up off the floor.
“So, more than enough for what needs to be done.” you wrapped your arms around his neck. “And if things steer course, then I can handle them.”
Fuck, he was happy to have you beside him.