so just hypothetically (will you be the death of me?)

“Oh. It’s you.” He hates how his tone changes– how it softens and loses all its anger and annoyance when he spots the golden feathers and the royal purple. He hates that this happens because it shouldn’t happen. His voice shouldn’t ever go soft and gentle and caring like this, especially when he’s talking to a fucking hero out of anyone.“Hi,” Couriway lifts the hand that wasn’t clutching his abdomen and waves a few fingers at him as a greeting. “I, uh, I didn’t know where else to go.”orThe step by step guide on how to NOT romance your number one enemy that you are most definitely not in love with.