𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐘

Cue happy smiling because they love hearing their name.

ᅠ that i will crash it. ᅠ

Adonis is preferred when it’s the two of us, Meech.

— Adonis returned to the living area to settle on the floor again, stroking the ends of their hair to calm themselves.

Meech~!

ᅠ i'm scared of your truck. ᅠ

— the smell of blood reached their nose before their gaze could reach Meech. Quickly, the prince stood up and approached Meech carefully. “Are you alright? Your hurt somewhere.” “

ᅠ bad morning. someone stole my fucking car. ᅠ

ᅠ a yawn slipped past her lips as she stretched, eyes drifting around the room as if something might’ve changed while she was out. 〝 last night at the clinic was rough… didn’t get much sleep. 〞 ᅠ

“Meech? Will you be alright?” Adonis was taken aback when he was left alone in the home. Of course, it was for his safety, but deep down he felt safer at Meech’s side than in the house. They stayed near the door listening for a response to ease their mind.

Two more arrows whistled past the prince’s head but still gave no reaction to how close either of the arrows were. “Have you ever been close to death like in this situations before, Meech?”

"Very funny, old man." he scoffed, sharp gaze narrowing as he guided the motorcycle inside Meechy's garage by rolling it with its motor off. The vehicle's body was in great shape, but something had broken inside. "You're not one to talk. With that devil in your tongue."

“It could be possible but as long as I am breathing at a regular pace then I will stand in your defense should my mothers want you executed.” Adonis spoke as if it were not a big deal that, in a way, both of their lives were on the line.

“I’m sure I can find my way back before the moon rises. As long as I return unscathed then my guards and mothers won’t be too concerned.” He calmly reassured, hearing another arrow incoming and proceeds to duck just as another arrow whistled past.