Let's be honest now..

When did you plan on getting swarmed by two lethal men? Never. But did it happen at your uncle's - reaper's - party? Yeah. It did.

' You're just so pretty Luv, y'know that? ' Graves sweetly spoke to you, that stupid southern accent that you'd come to have fallen for.

' You're like a child, Graves, swooning after a girl who already belongs to someone..чертов мудак.. ' You had heard Makarov scold.

Now you didnt know russian, but you knew it was an insult. Makarov pulled you closer to his body, pressing against you. You were like a God(dess) to them. Something they could admire, but never quite have.