6 Works by floating_fantasy
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You and Ronald share a drink at the Atropos Rose Theater bar. You share your thoughts, and he shares something maybe more.
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You wake up in the past in the body of a wealthy man's daughter. Day-to-day life of luxury is sweet and dainty until you take a walk in the town and see the horrors of poverty firsthand. Determined to make a change, you decide to use your father's money for good.
But you're a woman. You have no rights over the money that is rightfully yours to inherit, since you're the only successor of the Nathaniel family line. Hope is dimming, but as you read the newspaper and find out about the accident in the Golden Cave and of its sole survivor, a plan brews in your head.
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“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” Griffin says, his throat bobbing. His eyes tell a conflicting story as they bounce between your face and down the lines of your body.
“Surely you don’t believe I am so naive.” You cock your head to the side, eyes narrowing.
The corner of Griffin’s lips crook up in that wolfish grin he so often adorns. “Well, you certainly can’t blame me for thinking as much.”
You huff, brows furrowing. “Is that a no?”
Griffin’s smile falters, his expression smoothing over again as he regards you thoughtfully.
He really is considering this.
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You swallow, hiding your hands behind your back to prevent Griffin from seeing the way they tremble.
He’s creeping closer, head tilted to search your eyes even as you avert them. He has that cruel, humorless smile on his face. The one he wears when he knows he’s won.
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In which you and Griffin explore a little vulnerability.
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It’s been nearly two months since you’ve seen Griffin.
His trip to Calcutta should be reaching its end, though you can’t be entirely sure. He swore to you and Anthony that he would be back in time to see the bluebells bloom in spring during your annual picnic in the meadows of Iffley.
Well, you made him swear.
Today is the day he promised, after much pestering, to return.
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Griffin halts, turning around to face you. “Cut that out.”
You grin. “I hardly know what you mean.”
“I need an ally, not a nanny,” He says, and through one of the holes in his pockets you can see his balled up fist.
“Then consider me the Patroclus to your Achilles.” You mock salute, grinning even wider at how his nostrils flare.
“I don’t see you taking any spears for me.”
“Nonsense, I would gladly fight the gods and go to war for you.” A beat passes. “You’ve seen me take on Anthony when he’s irate for your sake, is that not close enough?”