It was one of those colder nights, being one of Legend’s performers and him being one of the few Fates free made your coupling accessible but it was forced into secrecy. People couldn’t know you were his one true love, rumours would break out, you would probably be fired from Caraval and for him..? He would spend all his spare time protecting you from any of the other Fates, and it would just be.. exhausting.

So when you met up, to spend a love and pleasure filled night together you’ll often wear a wig, or do some weird simple magic to change your features. He refused to let you dye your hair, the colour being his favorite. That golden that looked on fire in the sunlight, especially during the late evening, when your cheeks were flushed and lips swollen from an extensive amount of kisses.

The bar you were sat in was warm, but it didn’t help that the door kept being opened and the cool night air combined with rain made you shiver. In a maroon gown and no cloak, it had been ‘borrowed’ by someone who’s face had blurred away.

Because of the alcohol probably. Everything was all whimsical in a depressing sort of way, and things were blurry. You wanted Jacks. It had been over a month since you two had spent a single night together and you had missed him. Better yet, it was Caraval. You could lie and say you were playing the part of woman depressed and waiting for her lover. Right?

The door opens again and just as you’re about to have a go at the idiot who takes three years to hang his coat up making it colder for your seat at the bar, you hear a soft murmur. “Hello my love,”

Every muscle relaxes and, his face isn’t blurry. Even if you were on the verge of consciousness you doubt that gorgeous face could ever be blurry. “Jacks.” You murmur, stumbling a little as you stand. “Woah, easy my love. Easy.” With that undercurrent mocking tone permanent most people would miss the slight concern.

“Another man break your heart?” He teases, because of your tipsy state. “Need me to kill anyone?”

“No.” You frown, nuzzling your nose against his neck with that.. oh that cologne.. “I missed you.”

“I know you did, I know.” He tsks a little. “Come, let’s go to the booth. Some privacy and food.” He waves over a waiter as you sit close together, ordering something quietly.

After the waiter leaves he cups your chin, thumb brushing the apple of your cheek. “Why’re you so pouty?”