You're Mine [Tag Paris]

Leah shook her head and snapped her fingers. Iris appeared then and smiled. She tited her head and started to play Paris' previous thoughts. How he had been mad about Liz and how he thought he could help his friends if he was with Leah. Leah glared at the ground, her skin visibly burning now.

Paris gasped quietly and stepped back when one of the twins showed up. He chewed on his bottom lip as the freak started playing his thoughts and he suddenly became vulnerable as Leah started burning her skin. ''Leah, we need to talk. Privately'', he mumbled quietly, eyeing the blonde girl.

Leah eyed Iris and the twin disappeared. "What?" Leah asked simply, trying to calm herself. She turned her blue eyes towards him, her iris' alight and brighter blue than ever.

Paris ran his tongue between his lips, and eyed Leah for a moment. He realized there was no point on hiding it from her anymore. ''Yeah, I wanted to help my friends, but I also want to help you, Leah'', he said softly, ''You've been taught to let your god side to take control, and yet, you never really enjoyed the perks of being human'', he pointed out.

Leah looked away from him and pursed his lips. "You can't help us both, Paris," she said quietly. "This isn't the time for me to enjoy being human, Paris. It's time for me to do what I was taught to do since I was little. Torture, and do what my father says," She muttered.

''I would never imagine you were such a daddy's girl'', he muttered under his breath. ''I don't want to get hurt or hunted down, that's another reason I want to join your side'', he mumbled quietly.

Leah scoffed. "So, you're saving your own ass," she smirked. "Wise," she nodded, shrugging her shoulders. She went out to her balcony that overlooked the seas and smiled a bit, looking out. "My mother is a goody-two-shoes. Of course, I don't know his mother. But, I don't see how he's any part related to my father," She sighed. "I'm not a daddy's girl, Paris... This is just who I am. Dark."

Paris followed her after a while, and looked down at Oliver... ''Maybe he's just as coward as Hades'', he scoffed, ''You're not only darkness, Leah'', he pointed out and walked back.

Leah looked at him from the corner of her eye and pursed her lips. "How do you know?" She mumbled, turning and looking at him. She walked over and looked at his hands. "... Do they hurt?" She questioned.

Paris smiled weakly, ''I don't know how... I just know it'', he said quietly, and looked down at his hands when she walked next to him. He wasn't paying attention on his hands until the moment she mentioned them. ''Maybe...'', he mumbled quietly, not saying how bad the pain was.

Leah sighed and took his hands into hers. She closed her eyes and healed his hands with a soft whisper. "There... that'd about the only white magic I know. Healing," she mumbled.

Paris sighed in relief as Leah healed his hands, and smiled softly down at the petit girl, ''Thank you'', he whispered, and brought her hand to rest upon his shoulder, ''I also remember what you did with your lips over here'', he brushed his fingers softly upon her hand, that was rested where exactly she had bitten him.

Leah rested her hand there on his neck and brushed her thumb against the place she had bitten once. "Mm... I'm good at healing. But... I prefer causing the pain. Not healing it," She muttered.

''That's your god side who enjoys causing pain....'', Paris murmured quietly, and shrugged. ''I wanted to see my parents... Is that possible?'', he asked, with a small pout.

Leah looked down and shook her head. "No... All of you will disappear and reappear in my Seattle... Your parents aren't supposed to know where you are," She shrugged.