Paris frowned at Illiad's words. As if he had died. God, that had to be bad. And to think that all of this was his fault... But alas, there wasn't anything to be done about the past. He stroked Illiad's hair lovingly
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Paris furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity and slight worry. The tone in Illiad's voice had suggested something bad, but Paris didn't know what it was. He had to suppress his curiosity.
"Whatever you say, cara mia," he continued in a low voice. Paris couldn't hide the worry in his voice, but he quickly moved the conversation along. He smiled at Illiad's suggestion. "I love hot chocolate, Illiad."
He was about to add that he preferred it dark, but Illiad was thinking the same thought at the same thought, apparently! They were on the same wavelength a great deal of the time, actually...
"Mmmm," Paris purred, holding Illiad close to his chest. "I would like that as well, love. Come, let's go back to the castle. Our Quidditch team has failed us, eh?"
Gripping his broom tightly in one hand, Paris used his other hand to tug on Illiad's lovingly.
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"Whatever you say, cara mia," he continued in a low voice. Paris couldn't hide the worry in his voice, but he quickly moved the conversation along. He smiled at Illiad's suggestion. "I love hot chocolate, Illiad."
He was about to add that he preferred it dark, but Illiad was thinking the same thought at the same thought, apparently! They were on the same wavelength a great deal of the time, actually...
"Mmmm," Paris purred, holding Illiad close to his chest. "I would like that as well, love. Come, let's go back to the castle. Our Quidditch team has failed us, eh?"
Gripping his broom tightly in one hand, Paris used his other hand to tug on Illiad's lovingly.
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