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The Hollow breathes as if it is alive, Evangeline could swear she heard its sleepy snores in those enchanting nights cuddling with Jacks.
She looks up at her not-quite-human lover, blond curls falling over his forehead, eyelids closed concealing the breathtaking blue eyes that pierce through her very heart.
The golden outline and the feeling of Aura that coated him before slowly disappeared, leaving him to just be Jacks. Sarcastic, lovestruck Jacks.
For you see, once Fates fall in love they no longer live up to their grand name and become mortal– it may seem as a curse but it is a huge blessing for those former Fates.
Evangeline's heart continued its roaring thumping, so very unlike to the peaceful atmosphere of the lovely inn they were in.
She eventually found herself drifting to sweet slumber, rose-gold hair falling over his chest– the ends of it mixing with his golden locks which resembled a heart.
Lovestruck and whimsical dreams overtook the lovers with ease.
🦊🏹🍎
“Jacks, again?”
“And many times more, Little Fox.”
Jacks says lazily, throwing a dart as it lands with ease, right centre on Apollo’s painting hung on the wall- the one where he was on top of a tree.
Evangeline shakes her head as she stifles a chuckle.
“Well, he suffered enough you know– turned into a tree.”
She suddenly felt a sense of guilt that slowly inverted her smile.
“Hmm, he deserved to be turned into a dart board– where he can actually feel pain. But okay.”
Jacks says matter-of-factly, even as he throws another dart– his fingers sneak up to clasp against Evangeline's that were resting on the table.
Evangeline felt her heartbeat race again (she doesn't think she will ever get used to the feeling of being physically close with Jacks.) as Jacks looks at her, his piercing eyes softening only for her, as the tight line of his mouth slowly dissipates into a soft smile.
The kind of smiles where you don’t even know you’re smiling because your heart’s confiscated all your attention.
“Little Fox, it was never your fault and you know it. It was my condition of our bargain, and you certainly need not feel guilty for that pathetic slimeball.”
Evangeline’s own lips lifted in a small shy smile at hearing the term of endearment she also never got used to, at least not in feeling.
But the words she said next, twisted her lips into a downturn again.
“I know but, I married him and I well, perhaps I cheated on him in a way? And I heard his Father was not the nicest to him and I feel as though well, no matter how much you try to convince me. It's my fault.”
Evangeline sighed, letting all of this out has been immensely cathartic.
Jacks’ jaw clenched, “It was never your fault.”
He said in a low voice which Evangeline would've missed if she did not have her utmost attention to every word he uttered.
Jacks sighed and withdrew his fingers from Evangeline’s grasp which made her stomach tumble in a way that she has not been familiar since that fateful day when Jacks told her he would go back to Donatella.
“You were never in love with him, and Little Fox, you even tried to break off your engagement because I did not break his spell.”
Jacks said matter of factly staring deep into Evangeline’s soft eyes.
“And I also said that, that if you do break off your engagement he would be as miserable as ever, which he clearly deserved later on, by the way.” Jacks adds unapologetically..
That earns a chuckle from Evangeline which surprised her.
And Evangeline’s chuckle earned a soft, fleeting smile from Jacks’ cruel lips which sadly faded into a thin line as his hands cupped Evangeline's cheeks, fingers beginning their gentle strokes.
“So if anyone is to blame, it's me, Evangeline. It's always me.”
Evangeline’s heart melted as giddy tears threatened to fall down her cheeks. She laughed and said–
“Yes. I suppose it's always been you. Blame you for stealing my heart as well.”
“Look at you, always the cheesiest lines Little Fox.”
“Says the one calling me Little Fox.”
Their banter transitioned into a love-filled kiss and then some more banters, then a light hearted argument about who has the best hair, then some more kisses, then sleep.
Once upon a time, The Archer finally got His Fox.