Romily gasps, drops his jaw wide open, and clutches his literal pearls. The string draped around his neck looks super expensive. (I took a free course on pearls when I was in high school, so I know what I’m talking about.)
Darcy wags his finger at Romily. “Youarea menace. We’ve had more trouble than we ever had before meeting you. You’re the reason we were singled out to become the Avatars. If we’d never met you, we’d’ve slid under the radar no problem, but Bellamy had the unfortunate luck of meeting you and getting adopted, and it’s yer fault we’re in this situation at all.”
Romily huffs, snapping his mouth shut and pointing to Darcy. He gestures to Bellamy, catching him by the wrist, then hugging him aggressively. He mimes cutting his own arm, then points at Darcy again. Then he lifts his hands, palms up, and shrugs dramatically before gesturing all around the space and toward the north. He shakes Bellamy’s wrist at Darcy, then he puts his foot down and makes a cross with his arms. He wraps anarm around Fox and points to his chest with a stern expression. The next thing he does is wave vaguely at me and smile, following that up with a glower at Darcy and another pointed look at me. Then he puts his hands on my mate and gets in his face, mouthing some words at him.
It looks like “We love you,” but he’s really bad at mimicking words.
Darcy, for his part, stares at Romily, completely baffled by what just happened. “Use yer fuckin’ words. We’re all more’n happy to wait,” he tells him, gesturing to his phone.
Romily blows out a frustrated breath and mimes throttling Darcy Homer Simpson style.
I step between them and hold my hands up. “Darcy, he’s just very emphatically saying that being part of the Foxilys comes with adventure and that your life is less boring for having him in it. He also wants you to know that they all love you and want you to be a part of their family, so even though they wanted to buy this brownstone, they’re happy you own it because they wanted you close. Right?” I look at Romily to confirm.
Romily nods decisively, and Bellamy exclaims, “What?! I didn’t get that at all from that dance.”
Fox slides a glance to him, reaching out and squeezing his shoulder. “You just need a little more practice with your Papa’s form of non-verbal communication, son.”
Bellamy’s face turns bright red, and he shakes his head. He doesn’t shake off Fox’s hand, though. In fact, he takes a step closer and lets Fox put his arm around his shoulders. It’s kind of cute. “There is no way you would have known what Papa was saying if you weren’t telepathically connected to him.”
“I understood what he meant just fine,” I point out, “and I don’t have a telepathic connection to anyone.”
“No, that doesn’t count,” Darcy denies. “You’re Harmonia’s oracle. You’ve got empathy in spades. It’s a leg up for you to sense what he’s saying because he’s a loud emoter.”
I consider that a moment, nodding. “Makes sense, but either way, the point is you are loved and wanted, and they’re glad you’re here.”
Romily points at me.
“And they’re glad I’m here too,” I add for him.
Romily nods once, stepping back into Fox’s arms. They’re kind of adorable like that, with Bellamy and Romily under Fox’s arms.
Just in case I misread the situation (I don’t think I did, but Daddy kink is a thing so…), I ask “You three aren’t lovers, right? I got the sense it’s just Romily and Fox in a romantic partnership, but I could be wrong.”
Bellamy gags.
Romily shakes his head.
Fox laughs. It’s a beautiful, deep, joyful rumble, and it garners everyone’s attention.
Darcy stares at Fox like he’s never seen him before, twining his fingers with mine. It takes a moment for everyone to recover after Fox’s laughter dies down, so I’m guessing that Fox doesn’t laugh very often. How nice that he thinks I’m funny.
“Bellamy has better taste than that,” Darcy grumbles, but his gaze slides over Fox and Romily with a look like he’d be DTF if we weren’t exclusive.
Romily jabs a finger at Darcy in an accusatory manner.
I laugh at that. “You definitely offered to fuck at least one of them, so you can’t really judge.”
Darcy huffs. “That was before I really got to know them.”
Bellamy sends a soft kick to Darcy’s shin. “Don’t lie. If they offered, you’d at least think about saying yes.”
Darcy releases my hand to wrap his arm around me. “Not with this one in my life.”
I lean down and kiss the top of his head. “Exclusivity looks sexy on you,” I assure him.
Romily points to me with a bright smile, clinging to his Fox. He gets it, and I high five him.
“What did you come over for, anyway?” I ask, curiously.
