Anecdotes
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“You rest,” His voice was hushed as he looked into her eyes, thumb dragging down her cheek to wipe away the tears that escaped her grasp. Carefully, Zayne flattened the mess her hair had become, “And then you take it one day at a time.”
“Is it that easy?”
“No,” He answered, settling himself back into the chair. “It’s going to feel like every piece of your soul has left to join them." Zayne focused on her and remained locked, despite the heaviness of his words, his expression stayed neutral, “But the heart lives on as long as it’s remembered.”(A little bit of comfort after the deaths of loved ones)
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- Part 1 of Anecdotes
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“A pleasure.” She took his hand, shaking it politely before taking another swig from the glass. Greyson mouthed ‘I’ll get you another’ before he disappeared from her peripheral.
“Oh, the pleasure is all mine. I’ve read countless thesis, debates, and various other papers about you. After all these years, it’s so wonderful to put a face to the name.” Isaiah kept his eyes on the scar as he spoke, a familiar churning dug deeper into her stomach with each second that passed.
Claira had seen the look he was giving her a hundred times before by a hundred doctors and other medical personnel. She was a puzzle that needed to be solved. An item for a curio cabinet to be gawked at. It was the main reason why she hated doctors so much, and her strong disdain for dealing with anyone that wasn’t Zayne when it came to her heart.
She started scanning the room for him, hoping to catch his eye amongst the crowd. He was nowhere to be found.(It's the banquet from the Kindled Reveries event leading into a retelling of the Drunken Memories card story with some angst and a protective hunter)
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- Part 2 of Anecdotes
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He decides as his hand slides up her body, fingers wrapping around the column of her throat, feeling the stuttering beat of her pulse against his fingers as it spikes for a moment. His gaze is locked onto her face, searching her eyes for permission to do this as he takes in every little detail of her expression like it’ll help quell the growing hunger in his chest. She doesn’t recoil; she doesn’t look afraid.
“You’re mine.” He says in a voice that’s low and rough and utterly full of desire.
A whimper leaves her, he can feel it reverberating against the palm of her hand.
Oh, that noise… He tightens his hand around her neck a little bit more, not enough to hurt but just enough to make sure that he has her complete and undivided attention. His words are soft, a tender caress as he murmurs them into her skin. “Say you’re mine.”
“Make me.”
It’s a challenge and one that sets the possessive part of him atwitter. She’s playing with fire here and she knows it. But he’ll play along, he’s all too happy to have a reason to keep her close. Sylus leans in again, voice dropping even lower, edged with promise, “That’s a dangerous thing to say, sweetheart… might want to choose your next words carefully.”Series
- Part 3 of Anecdotes