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          _{he felt that gentle touch, && was once again reminded who layne was–the man he was. gentle, loving, a smile that could melt ice, a passion that burned red hot, && a joy for life that could never be quelled. THAT was the layne he knew, the one with whom he fell in love with, the one who kissed him goodnight  && made him coffee in the morning. he was a man, && like most other men he had faults–a temper that was difficult to contain, to calm, but that was alright. everyone had their bad side. jordan was needy, clingy, a little bit broken on the inside, too.} 

        _{the throbbing ache of his cheek ebbed away into nothingness, && jordan found his calm once more, hand slipping from layne’s wrist, to his hand, squeezing it gently. ❛ i was mad–now, i’m not mad. i’m sorry, i yelled– and i was out of line. but,❜ he murmurs, chewing his lip as he managed a smile. ❛ i’d be real appreciative if we stopped using magic inside the house. ❜}

           ^{not we. he. if he would stop using magic in the house. as much of a part of him as it was, he could agree to that. but it would be difficult for him. for most of his life, he used his magic whenever he wanted to. it made his life easy, made him happy, and he would let his humanity slip every so often. it kept him content before he even thought of settling down. now he had an honest life and someone to live with and for. he still needed to adjust to it a good portion, but he was happy there with jordan.}

          ^{“ i won’t use it anymore… ” and he’d need to keep a better tab on his anger. there was a lot he needed to pay attention to now - much more than he actually trusted himself with. he thought of leaving, of freeing jordan from what he was capable of and going back to how he lived. it would be easier, safer for the other, and maybe jordan could find someone else he was happier with. someone he wouldn’t have to worry about with every unexpected spike of anger he’d have.}