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- Monsters, supernatural, fantasy, romance, criminality, slice-of-life (modern or set in past, usually with some twists)
"Oh, yes, that royal blue number... Go for it, you'll look dashing. I myself like the colour, but Padraig refuses to wear anything with colour. He's all about dark browns and blacks and... it's so boring. Just once, I'd like him to don some emerald-coloured dress pants, or a deep crimson shirt, but he's ever so stubborn," the former human grumbled, his tone more or less playful despite the attempts at seriousness, breaking any facade by leaning up and offering a kiss.
It surprised him that he had forgiven his boyfriend so quickly after the brutality of his mother's murder, and even though the images failed to remove themselves from his head, he couldn't bring himself to hate Padraig for it. He ought to, he knew that he had every right to continue to hate him, but he saw the man as his soulmate - losing him when he needed him the most right now wasn't going to help him. The impromptu murders at the hotel was evidence of how lost he was without Pat at his side.
"...You know, I'd consider... taking a break from London with you if you just considered adding a splash of colour to your wardrobe," he murmured as he leaned against the counter in the kitchen, a slow smile pulling at his lips. "I suppose a little exploration of the world would do me some good - and admittedly, I find the idea of you being captain of a ship rather attractive, Padraig."
It surprised him that he had forgiven his boyfriend so quickly after the brutality of his mother's murder, and even though the images failed to remove themselves from his head, he couldn't bring himself to hate Padraig for it. He ought to, he knew that he had every right to continue to hate him, but he saw the man as his soulmate - losing him when he needed him the most right now wasn't going to help him. The impromptu murders at the hotel was evidence of how lost he was without Pat at his side.
"...You know, I'd consider... taking a break from London with you if you just considered adding a splash of colour to your wardrobe," he murmured as he leaned against the counter in the kitchen, a slow smile pulling at his lips. "I suppose a little exploration of the world would do me some good - and admittedly, I find the idea of you being captain of a ship rather attractive, Padraig."