<span style="font-size: 12px">The air felt different in the bar. Not quite unfamiliar, but thick. Heavy. Taiga could remember all the supernatural folks who waltzed their way into the One Night Stand for something other than a drink.‌ It was a feeding ground of sorts, a parapet between the worlds of lore and the everyday hustle and bounce of Valesport. By the time she had situated herself at the bar counter, a stranger had entered the establishment, making the seemingly intimate reunion between her and Aisling slightly less intimate. The vibrations seized, rippling the atmosphere like the city itself was heaving with a tumultuous thunder. <br/>
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But it was nothing to worry about. Another night, another shift in the power dynamics.<br/>
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Making a note to check out the disturbance when she wasn’t occupied with Aisling, the Fae cast one cautious look toward the newcomer before swiveling on her seat toward the redhead. <br/>
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“Hey, hey- it’s not like that. I promise this isn’t what you’re thinking.” With as much assurance in her voice as she could muster, Taiga dropped her sights to her lap, the note crumpled in her palm. <br/>
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“I got you something.” A bit of an undersell on her part, Taiga angled her other arm over the bar and fished around until she was met with a bottle to snatch up. “Remember when we were talking about like, you know… settling?” <br/>
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Immediately, she hated the way she worded this ice breaker. Backtracking a bit, she said, “Not settling but like, uh, trying to establish ourselves. Trying to figure out the couple thing, trying the livin' together thing, and now we’re like- well, we might as well be married, right?” Fuck. Why weren’t they married? In all these not-so-careful planning sessions, Taiga had dropped the ball. Still, despite whatever hesitation she felt, she powered through it to offer, “Well, I thought- well, I thought we could do something different.‌ Something Fae do.”<br/>
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Features blanking, they seemed paused as the woman ground the words to pulp in her mind until it was gravy to free flow from her lips. Brows tightening, the intensity of her pale hues steadied on her partner. <br/>
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“I made our fledglings. Four fledglings.” Pausing as a smile broke, she brightened. “I made us a family.”<br/>
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