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Unintentionally distracting? The Mystic leaned back enough so that he could turn his head and glance up to Flynn in brief question, which perhaps betrayed how focused he was on trying to get everything together. Because normally he was way faster at picking up when his human partner was flirting with him. He was a Libra. He LOVED to flirt. He loved to be in love, and it wasn’t just this quiet thing at the back of his mind at all times, the way it was for some people. For Az, romance was more similar to a team sport, and while that didn’t necessarily mean he was a showman by nature, it did mean that he craved every single moment of passion he shared with his partner. And that was when he realized that Flynn’s eyes were totally on his ***. The vampire’s eyes grew a little more hooded for just a second. It was barely noticeable as an expression, and the only one angled properly to see it was the Paladin. In that brief span of time, the blink of an eye, Az essentially was trying to consider the merits of rushing Raven out of the house with some shoddy excuse along the lines of ‘Oh no! I smell a gas leak! You should go!’, only to immediately pounce on Flynn as soon as the door was shut behind her.

“Uhhh.” A very intelligent contribution. Of course, he couldn’t shove Raven out of the apartment. They had only just reconnected, and there would be plenty of time later in the evening for him to reward his partner. So a smile just tugged at the corners of his mouth as he finally grabbed the bag of mini-Reeses’ cups. “The stuff that goes on the stove. We can make the frosting while the cake is baking." The recipe called for making some chocolate syrup out of cocoa powder, water, and butter. And while both Raven and Flynn began to pull together everything they were going to need, Az found the cutting board so he could begin to slice up the cups, which essentially made them crumble into pieces. Sure. There were probably more efficient ways to do it, but baking wasn’t about getting things done in a timely manner, so much as sharing the experience. Even if it totally could have been a scene out of MacBeth or a novel by Terry Pratchett.

And it seemed both Flynn and Raven totally did not believe him about the watching Flynn eat being a sex thing. His lips pulled into a thin line as he chopped away at the cups, his brows dipping lower as if to say ‘Really?’. Instead, what he said was “You know I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who loved the Shadow Realm as much as me. We really need to get you an apartment and decorate it so you don’t end up going there just for funsies.” Every couple of words was punctuated by the thunk-thunk of his knife moving through the chocolate and peanut butter confections.

Little drug ring? What sort of environment had Raven been raised in? Jesus. Az’s parents had been devoutly, zealously religious people. He hadn’t been comfortable in his own home for a number of reasons, but his family had never been criminal. And as she described her relationship with her brother, Azraeth could not help but draw parallels between her experience of the world and his own. Only he had been the weaker one. He had been the twin who had been pale, and fragile, and sickly growing up. He had been the one who had been bullied, and it had been up to Azariel to protect him. It made the Mystic wonder if perhaps, if the woman’s upbringing had been a little more ‘normal’ if she would have turned out differently. It also made Az feel closer to her. But that had always been the case. They both had terrible experiences when it came to their siblings. Hers was worse than Azraeth’s by a long shot, but there was a kinship there. There were times when Az felt like Raven fit into the place in his world where Azariel had been. Of course. He tried not to say as much, because that was both wishful thinking and projection of his own desires. It was this inherently selfish thing, a standard that he had no right to hold the Shadow to.

Though it did explain why she was so protective of him.

“Drug ring?” he asked, deciding to poke that particular bear. Az knew that Flynn’s father had been put in prison, so the Vampire wondered if perhaps there was an area of connection to be found there. “You know, I have a hard time believing you didn’t kill your sibling in the wound. You totally should have. But seriously. **** your parents. If they don’t want you, then they don’t deserve you.” And with that, he put the knife down, leaving the pieces on the chopping block before he moved to pull the stand mixer into a central location, pulling the motor head upwards along with the stirring attachment so that they had room to dump ingredients into it.

“You are so not leaving. And you so shouldn’t watch. I am a confident man, but I don’t think my ego could handle the inevitable comedy show that would ensue from me and Flynn trying to put on a performance.” He said, with a glance towards Raven, and then a grin aimed at his partner. Az loved for people to know about his relationship. In fact. He was pretty sure at some point, people were going to raise up in riot, and tell him to just shut up about it at some point. But there were a few mysteries which would always remain mysteries. Because while Az’s love was public, his intimacy was a very private thing. “Though I think my Paladin may begin to worry I’m trying to Hansel and Gretel him with all the sweets I keep making. I won’t lie, I do prefer the taste of him to anything else.”

That could be taken however anyone wanted to take it.

What was next on the recipe?