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Baz's POV
It must be Simon though because his voice casts, "Resistance is futile!" And maybe it's because he's Simon Snow and he explodes magick with a wand unstable as fuck, or maybe I'm just as drained as I leave those rats, because I faint. . . In his arms. . . Like a fucking Princess!
Simon's POV
He is such a fucking princess! His long, silky black hair falls back dramatically, rippling in the wind; his pink lips are parted, and of course the sunlight plays on his sharp cheekbones.
And I love it.
Maybe I should accidentally knock him out more often.
Just so he falls into my arms.
I chuckle at the thought. And at the scowling. Baz in my arms. . . . My undead princess.
Baz's POV
My soul is sneering. Scowling. Grimacing. Totally not infatuated with Simon and the way he feels. One arm hooked under my knees and another around my shoulders.
Where is he taking me? More importantly, is Simon Snow cradling me?!
Strangely I'm conscious enough to feel and sense but I can't see for shit.
I'm getting kind of dizzy though, my mind feels foggy and fuzzy. Maybe drunk. . . If my eyes were open they would probably be fluttering shut. I'm not sure if they're open. . . .
Smoky, smoky, smoky Simon—I feel indulgent in the last few moments I can form thoughts and sentences. (At least in my brain.)
Warm arms hold me tighter, closer, and my body rocks gently. It feels as if I'm being carried up stairs.
But who gives a fuck? After all, I'm in Simon Snow's arms.
And Aleister Crowley, it's a charmed fucking life. Simon is soft as a teddy bear. With a grip tight enough to kill a Normal.
What if he does attempt to finish me off here?
I welcome the thought. Glad to be in Simon's arms anyway. What a heavenly way to die.
Simon's POV
He's moving a little in my arms as I carry him up the Weeping Tower, to the elevator. Baz is whispering something, I'm not quite sure what, but he looks ridiculously adorable. I wanna kiss him. I wanna kiss those full pink lips until they're swollen. I wanna kiss all the deranged, depressing thoughts out of his soul.
I just want to kiss Baz. . .
Baz's POV
But wait. If I'm such a fucking Disney Princess. . . Will Simon Snow kiss the spell off of me? (Not that he's a prince, he's anything but.)
It makes no fucking sense and it's probably crazy, but wouldn't it be just lovely if this great thumping idiot gave it a try?