"When we all fall asleep, Where do we go?"

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[boundinmybones]

“See me bear my teeth for you,”

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// I’m giving myself permission to rest for a bit. Be lazy. The past couple weeks setting up my computer for work have been stressful. Plus kind of preparing for some disability court related stuff is stressing me tf out.

Currently making a cozy nest in my closet. Light is too bright in my bedroom to really turn my brain off. Got some water and some chill activities to stay nice n cozy in here all day.

I will still be around, chatting n such but my pace will be slower for a few weeks while I recharge and sort out some of this mess. I really appreciate you all understanding

[xmultimusesx]

[ LEANING ] receiver looks over sender's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while sender shows them something (sinners verse, Remmick and Zeph) -boundinmybones

A LIST OF CASUAL YET INTIMATE INTERACTIONS

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Remmick leaned over her shoulder, blue eyes on what Zephine had pulled him over to show what she'd been working on - one hand resting against the desk while the other laid against the back of the chair she sat at. He listened fully, even if the vampire moved his head to nuzzling the side of her face and leave a feather like kiss to her cheek before he laid a kiss against her shoulder. His eyes returned to what she was showing him and hummed

The vampire had been showing her how to carve celtic runes, teaching her a bit about the culture he lost when he lost his home - and in return learning about her own and little things within the shop since he started helping and staying with her. Today though, he was learning about something she wanted to show him

[boundinmybones]

Zephine beamed a smile with his answer, her arms then wrapped around him to pepper his face with little kisses. Her heart was brimming full, the relief of knowing what they both were dreading wasn’t going to happen didn’t have to happen. They wouldn’t let it happen.

“The Songbird is based in New Orleans,” she added, “I’m not sure when they begin traveling for shows in the spring but I know that Ebony would lend a hand.”

A few days, she would need a few days to figure things out. She would have any to sort out some families prescriptions. Make sure those who need them have the info they needed to hold out while they found a new medic. But that was something they could handle tomorrow.

[xmultimusesx]

[ LEANING ] receiver looks over sender's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while sender shows them something (sinners verse, Remmick and Zeph) -boundinmybones

A LIST OF CASUAL YET INTIMATE INTERACTIONS

@boundinmybones

Remmick leaned over her shoulder, blue eyes on what Zephine had pulled him over to show what she'd been working on - one hand resting against the desk while the other laid against the back of the chair she sat at. He listened fully, even if the vampire moved his head to nuzzling the side of her face and leave a feather like kiss to her cheek before he laid a kiss against her shoulder. His eyes returned to what she was showing him and hummed

The vampire had been showing her how to carve celtic runes, teaching her a bit about the culture he lost when he lost his home - and in return learning about her own and little things within the shop since he started helping and staying with her. Today though, he was learning about something she wanted to show him

[boundinmybones]

The healer gently rested her forehead against his, there was shakiness in her breath. Timidness? Excitement? A blend of both. It was one thing knowing that they shared the same feelings for one another. Knowing that he truly didn’t want to leave her side either was touching in so many ways.

“I want you mo fhíorghra,” she whispered tenderly to him. “I have no clue where we could go or how, but… but I do know that.” Changes were hard for her, sure. In her heart though; the change of her home falling quiet without him around was more painful than the change of environment if he was there. She wanted to try, to be brave amidst the unknowns.

[boundinmybones]

Closed: The Trials

For @xmultimusesx

High Aldera was a kingdom hailed for its prosperity in trade and conquest. Nestled along the western coastline of the continent. Each turning of the season there was a festival. While it was a means to celebrate the gems of each harvest, it had an additional purpose. A grand tournament, one that had challengers from countless lands come to participate. The victor was given a choice. Collect the prize of a gold sum and the title of Champion of the Season, or accept a final challenge. The reward? The hand of the princess.

For the past five years no one had accepted the final trial. The cash prize and title for a year was enough for the winners. While the ruler wouldn’t want his throne to be inherited to someone with monetary goals, he was growing frustrated year after year. There was a whole line of noble and royal suitors that would visit, but it felt like the princess couldn’t care less. Either that or her demeanor would come off as strange enough to drive them away. At this rate he would settle for someone who could simply protect her.

There was gossip about the princess. She wasn’t royal by blood, the King and Queen found her and raised her when she was a baby. Some speculated that she wasn’t human, but something from the fae territories. A changeling, planted to overthrow the human rulers. However, those who met her described her as kind, bright. The king was more cold than her. Some even believed she would be too soft to be a queen.

Little did the king know the princess would deliberately thwart his plans. Sometimes bribing champions to forfeit the grand trial. It didn’t sit well with her, having no real say in who she might be engaged to. She couldn’t ascend to being ruler without it. Not that such a thing was exciting for her either. It was all stuffy, political, she knew she was a bargaining chip for peace treaties and alliances.

The cool dry air blended with the aroma of warm spices and fresh smoked meats. The city was alive with activity, music. All draped in tapestries of red, orange, gold, and brown. Out of each faire, Zephine preferred autumn the most. She knew her father was going to be anticipating the Champion of Samhain but the final trial was the one thing she had control of. She was the one to choose what it would be, and she had no plans to become betrothed yet.

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“With a little time and High Aldera wine it will be easier for us to slip away separately. That way suspicion isn’t as high.” Zephine assured him. “Ebony is clever about those things.”

When he offered his arm for her to take her eyes moved back up to his face. “Why not?” his answer to her question that night echoed in her thoughts. That was his reason for being here, helping her. For the life of her she couldn’t understand what left an immortal so bored he was willing to play a part in a complete strangers ascension to rule. Regardless… she was thankful.

Her arm answered his call, taking his arm and letting his hand rest against his bicep. “ I suppose you have a point,” she agreed with a small smile of her own before the doors to the banquet hall opened and their arrival was announced.

There was some applause when Remmick arrived, nobility and gentry bowing their heads or raising their glass to acknowledge him. The energy was warm, not excited exactly but it was clear the kingdom was elated that there was finally a victor to the Trials. This was huge for the kingdom.

[boundinmybones]

Closed// Dirty Little Animals

@broken-ice-puppets

Margot had a knack for keeping interesting and exotic people on her payroll. Locals paid good money to spend a few hours with someone who wasn’t hip deep in the usual miseries Zaun was infected with. It was additionally a great means of gathering information. Crazy how loose lips become around pretty faces. She had just recently hired a new one too.

The chembaron had seen the lady’s face before, going toe to toe with some enforcers a few months back. Those fuckers had scorched a library, her library. Small little thing many scoffed at. While few locals took it seriously, they certainly had a problem with the enforcers choosing to target it. It sent a message that topside doesn’t want them getting wise. So for her to come to the Vyx for work it was shocking. It was enough to tug at her bleeding black heart.

Desperation didn’t do well in intimate settings. Margot was half worried the girl would get glossy eyed if she had to lay on her back. All this to try and get things up and running again? She didn’t look much like a meek bookish damsel though, there was something else. Her eyes, the smell of sandalwood and sea salt. There was definitely more there, grit, spite even. Fortunately she had other values, connections to Bilgewater rum imports.

She cut the lady a deal. Her primary wages would be for getting that alcohol into her clubs, the hands of her staff to sweeten up clients. Put a roof over her head, being pleasurable company and serving drinks at the brothel was secondary work. But work nonetheless. The woman’s firm handshake and small tug at the corners of her lips gave her the reassurance she needed that the girl would be just fine with her new work. Peachy till she got her feet back beneath her.

[boundinmybones]

Felling Sevika’s lips trail upwards the vastaya’s head tilted. Giving her ample room to kiss where she pleased. Loving the feeling of the fire her lips left in her wake.

Pheobe’s sweet little noises hung in the air with the incense and cigar smoke. The firm press of Sevika’s hips against hers was starting to do her in. The way the strap was pushing deep into her, the grinding, it was making her eyes flutter back.

She could feel it, the warm buildup happening just below her stomach. “Sevika,” her voice rasped, back arching into her, “baby I’m coming.” Pheobe’s fingers began to dig deeper into the surface of her skin. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to leave little lines from her claws.

[broken-ice-puppets]

Sevika could feel her own excitement beginning to build the longer she got to bare witness to Phoebe’s pleasure. The way her long dark hair splayed out across the sheets, the trembled rise and fall of her breasts as she desperately tried to endure, the way her legs hugged and fidgeted against her sides - it was all so tantalizing that her own breathing was starting to become labored from the mix of arousal and adrenaline. Admittedly, she probably shouldn’t be exerting herself like this so soon after experiencing a head trauma, but… could you blame her?

Hearing Phoebe’s rasped warning made her abs tighten. She didn’t let up her pace, no, absolutely not. Sevika wanted her squirming as she met her release, “Oh, yeah? Nnnnn-tsssss-heheheh…” she gave a slight hiss that turned into a chuckle feeling the Vastaya’s claws dig into her back, “Come for me baby… Nnghhh…. Come on my cock.”

[boundinmybones]

Pheobe’s hips ground against her as she rode that high. Her nerves flickering like the sparks from a shattered neon light. As the last of it was leaving her lips curled into a smile of relief. Whatever she came into her room angry about was knocked clean out of her.

Her eyes flitted to face Sevika, her cheeks somehow flush despite being cold blooded. The glossy sheen of her skin nearly looked like glitter. The strands of hair that had gotten stuck to her brow. The woman was glowing.

“Hey there gorgeous,” she cooed softly, her hand sliding from her back to gently hold her face.

[xmultimusesx]

[ LEANING ] receiver looks over sender's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while sender shows them something (sinners verse, Remmick and Zeph) -boundinmybones

A LIST OF CASUAL YET INTIMATE INTERACTIONS

@boundinmybones

Remmick leaned over her shoulder, blue eyes on what Zephine had pulled him over to show what she'd been working on - one hand resting against the desk while the other laid against the back of the chair she sat at. He listened fully, even if the vampire moved his head to nuzzling the side of her face and leave a feather like kiss to her cheek before he laid a kiss against her shoulder. His eyes returned to what she was showing him and hummed

The vampire had been showing her how to carve celtic runes, teaching her a bit about the culture he lost when he lost his home - and in return learning about her own and little things within the shop since he started helping and staying with her. Today though, he was learning about something she wanted to show him

[boundinmybones]

A soft touched giggle bubbled out of her. “We-… we’re actually talking about this.” Her hands cupped over his own. Giving them a gentle squeeze as she smiled up to him.

This wasn’t the plan, falling for the vampire that tricked her before offering protection in exchange for a safe hiding place. Now the two of them were sharing the same bed, pillow talking about taking off together.

“Do you really need me to tell you?” She asked him, almost playfully. “Or do you just want to hear it?”

[broken-ice-puppets]

A Light in the Dark (continued thread) || CLOSED RP

Ever since her training session with the Aether earlier that day, Azalea started to notice this… buzzing sensation deep within her gut. It wasn’t irritating or annoying, it was just… this slight hum. But it doesn’t seem like anyone else could hear it. Just her, thankfully.

She also found herself feeling hungry well before dinner time. Which was odd considering she normally had a much lighter appetite. She had shared some tea with Braum earlier today, and found herself back in the kitchen looking for more tea. She smiled and waved at the staff who were already there working on dinner, “Could I put a kettle on? I don’t want to disrupt your work.”

“Of course, dear,” one of the chefs filled up a kettle with water and placed it on a burner. Then she turned and picked up a small basket. She lifted the linen that was overtop to reveal some biscuits, “Here, snack on this while you wait.”

Azalea’s brows lifted at the kind gesture, “O-Oh! Sure, thank you…” she took one of the biscuits, but only barely nibbled at it. She had been wanting tea to curb her appetite, but didn’t want to be rude by refusing.

A little while later, she had a cup of tea in hand along with the biscuit. She thanked the staff before heading out to the main hallway. She had just decided to go relax in the library when she felt a voice caress her mind.

You should eat, your body needs it…

Her steps didn’t falter but her lips did purse a little at the Aether’s little nudge, … I’m fine. I have this biscuit, and it won’t be long until dinner.

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[boundinmybones]

For someone who carried themselves in a cold stoic nature, his gaze melted at her tender words. Braum’s hand moved to her waist, bringing her in closer to him with a pleased hum.

It was a blessing in his mind that she said yes. He didn’t have any doubt, he just felt his delivery was… clumsy.

When their lips parted after a few moments he chased it with a kiss just beneath her right ear. Along the edge of her jaw. “It’s meant to be a symbol of protection, strength. When dark elves become a pair, our culture perceives that they share all things, and together they can be something even grander.” His hand tenderly lifted the pendant to get a better look. It suited her well. “…A piece of me, my sword, my strength, my heart. It’s yours.”

[broken-ice-puppets]

Azalea couldn’t help but squirm a little with a soft giggle when his lips shifted to the point where her jaw met her ears. She went still, though, when he explained the gemstone a bit more. Her expression softened when she realized the meaning he had put into his selection, and felt tears prick behind her eyes as she soaked in his expression of love.

“Gods…” she let out a chuckle and her expression lit up with warmth and happiness, “I-I’m… Sorry, my words are failing me a bit…” she murmured, and couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. Her fingers played in his hair, and her body pressed itself as close to his as possible, “I love you, Khaden, more than words could ever describe,” she said, her voice trembling a bit, “I-I feel so incredibly honored to be entrusted with these things, your heart in particular.”

[boundinmybones]

Braum let his weight rest into their embrace a little, that royal rigidness he carried himself with fading around her. It was a comfort to him, seeing the initial stress and hardship she was enduring earlier in the day was not as apparent anymore. That Azalea felt safe around him, cared for.

“And I love you,” he whispered softly to her.

[broken-ice-puppets]

Azalea could feel the shift. These arms that were wrapped around her normally carried a certain... stiffness to them. Even in the softer moments, he always had this underlying rigidity in his touch. No doubt from centuries of disciplined training. Yet now... that hardened exterior of his seems to have softened.

Her nose crinkled with a smile when he whispered back that he loved her. She cupped the sides of his face in her hands and leaned in for another kiss with an easy-going sigh, "Mmmmhhhhhh..." Her hands shifted from his cheeks to his pointed ears as she leaned into the kiss just a little more, her thumbs rubbing against the elongated shell for a moment. And then her hands shifted to rest atop his shoulders as she finally pulled out of the kiss.

She smiled at him, but that smile quickly warped as she fell victim to another yawn, "Haaawwwhhhhmmm... Gods," her fingers gently rubbed along his shoulders, "I think I need to turn in for the night... You'll stay with me... won't you?"

[boundinmybones]

As Braum matched her dreamy energy, where her hands were roaming exposed a chink in his armor. His ears grew warmer, it could be felt as her fingers brushed along the surface. While the color of his skin didn’t change much in pigment, there was a clear temperature change.

Her showing signs of fatigue got a chuckle out of him. “You have had quite the day, I don’t blame you.” At her request he gave a nod, shifting the covers for her so she could get comfortable first. There wasn’t a place he would rather be in that moment. After his proposal the tension in the air had melted into something more tranquil.

[broken-ice-puppets]

Azalea smiled when he shifted the covers for her, murmuring a soft "thank you" as she got her feet under and then shimmied down a bit before lying her head down, "It's been a day for both of us, and there's a new day waiting for us tomorrow," she reached out for his hand, giving it a squeeze before tugging on it to encourage him to lay down with her.

Despite what happened last night, she didn't feel anxious about going to sleep tonight. Her deepened connection with the Aether was already bringing her some peace of mind.

[boundinmybones]

Once she was comfortable he shed his tunic and laid himself down in bed alongside her. Not before craning over Azalea and placing a kiss on her temple. Once settled he wrapped his arm around so her head rested within the crevice of it like a pillow.

He still had plans to help her reach her home. That wasn’t going to change. He knew she had family there… and dangers. The feeling of knowing despite being so far from familiar land she’d still wish to be with him was moving. She had adapted to everything that happened to her with such a resilience. He couldn’t be prouder of her.

“Good night khaden,” he whispered to her softly, the fatigue bleeding into his own voice. “Sweet dreams.”

[broken-ice-puppets]

Guarded Hearts | CLOSED thread | PeterxZephyr

“Come on, Phaedra!” A soft voice called out, which made a pair of blue eyes dart up from their book. She had long curly hair that was swept up into a high ponytail, and she wore a simple navy dress (which she had reluctantly put on at her mother’s insistence.) Her expression lit up when she recognized the prince, and she started to close her book… only to give pause as her gaze shifted to her mother with cautious pleading hope in her eyes.

“Mama… can I pleeeeeeeeease go play?” She requested, hands fidgeting with the book now.

Her mother had heard the prince as well, and wasn’t surprised at all when her daughter asked to go play. She did sigh, though, and paused in her gardening to wipe her brow, “My, any chance to get away from your studies… Hm… alright, but remember your manners, Phaedra. He’s not just your playmate, but the prince-“

Her eyes lit up and she set the book down on the blanket she had been sitting on without missing a beat and bolted to her feet, “Yes, mama!”

“-and try not to rip your dress! Money is tight these days!”

That caused her nose to wrinkle a bit with annoyance, but she nodded, “Yeeeeees, mama… Okay, love you, bye!” Taking a bit of her skirt in hand, she raced off towards the Prince.

*

“Of all the aspiring recruits, Captain, why in gods names did you go with… that one?” A man sneered, “He’s so scrawny, do you seriously believe he can keep up with the others?”

“Scrawny frames can be trained, Lieutenant, strength can always be cultivated. I’m looking for more than muscle for this rising troop, I’m looking for passion, an unrelenting flame,” The captain explained, “When I look into that kid’s eyes, I see that fire in him.”

The lieutenant let out a sigh, “I mean no disrespect, sir, you know that… I just don’t see what you’re seeing. That kid won’t last much longer than a week, guaranteed.”

*

“Phwa-!” Blood speckled the dirt as the cadet spat at the ground. His teeth were tinged pink, his cheek was bruised and busted open, and gods, did his ribs hurt, but he didn’t seem anywhere near close to quitting yet, “Again!”

Thud

“Hah… Hah… Again!”

Fwump

“… A-Again!”

Thwack

“Errrghhh… Again!”

*

On the third day of spring one year, the city was bustling with excitement. Flowers were freshly blooming and arranged in ornate patterns, royal banners flapped in the warm breeze, and horns played triumphantly as half a dozen young men approached a dais in front of the royal palace. The palace gates had been opened wide just for this occasion, and townsfolk had arrived eager to witness the new guardsmen be sworn in.

Their heavy boots thudded against cobblestone as they made their approach and shifted to stand in a row before the dais with choreographed precision. Their feet tucked in against each other as their spines straightened, their shoulders squared, and their heads were held high.

Various officers stood on the raised platform while lower ranking guardsmen flanking the sides. Three figures were positioned in the middle: the Queen, her presiding captain, and the soon-to-be-crowned prince. The crowd around them cheered for the display, only quieting once their queen lifted a hand to silence them. In her other hand rested a sleek wooden box, “Thank you all for gathering here today. It is with great excitement that we gather here to witness these young men officially take their oaths to the crown and join the ranks of these esteemed guardsmen you see behind me. It is thanks to their dedication, resilience, and commitment to honor that have brought these young men to stand here before you all today,” and then she addressed the cadets directly, “I applaud you all for your triumph over this process, and wish you nothing but greatness.”

“Now,” she then turned to her captain, “Without further ado, let’s proceed,” and then she opened the box to reveal six glittering medals nestled into navy velveteen lining.

The captain of the guard then took the reins and began calling up the cadets one by one. Each one ascended the handful of steps onto the dais, repeated the sacred oath, their medal was pinned to their lapel, and then it was publicly announced where they would be serving. A couple were announced as placed within the palace grounds, others received stations around town. No matter their station, the crowd cheered all the same.

“Peter Odeene.” The cadet’s shoulders tensed as he was finally called, and he approached the dais just as the others had. He was tall, though not quite as tall as his fellow cadets. His muscle tone was a bit leaner, with shoulders that were broad yet lacked some of the visual bulk that one might expect of a soldier. His short curls had been gelled down to make himself look a bit more neat and presentable.

He stopped in front of his commanding officer, his gaze fixed over the captain’s shoulder instead of making eye contact, “Peter Odeene… You are called here today to swear your allegiance and serve the Crown. If that is still your intention, then repeat these words back to me with sincerity… ‘Before the Crown and all who bear witness’…”

“Before the Crown and all who bear witness,” Peter’s voice cut through the hushed silence and filled the space.

“I give my solemn oath-“

“I give my solemn oath…” They continued like that for another minute or so until the oath was complete, finishing with, “By my honor, by my blood, and by the Crown, this oath is sworn.”

The captain of the guard then reached out to pin the medal to his lapel, clapped his shoulder, “So let it be - I now present Guardsman Odeene… who shall serve the royal family directly…” a couple gasps sounded from the crowd, “and shall continue his training in order to one day succeed me and serve the prince upon his coronation day.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he broke decorum to make eye contact with his captain in a silent question. ‘Are you sure?’

His captain merely grinned and squeezed his shoulder, “And with that, let’s hear a round of applause for these esteemed guardsmen!”

The applause started up slowly and the gravity of what was just announced slowly let up, and then the townspeople erupted into cheering and roaring applause. Peter was stuck in place for a moment, stunned by his accomplishment. As he turned around to face the crowd, his eyes briefly met the Prince’s.

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[boundinmybones]

There was a bashful smile of appreciation that he didn’t mind catching him mid bite like that. “Of course,” Zephyr agreed with a nod, “but for tonight you’re an honored guest. Enjoy yourselves, celebrate, you earned this.” He didn’t have to be closely connected to the royal guard to know how disciplined and grueling the training process was. Tonight wasn’t a work night, Peter probably knew that already though.

“Do you mind if I ask what drew you in to becoming a knight?” He asked. As a serving tray and palace staff strode past them the prince grabbed a pair of champagne flutes, offering one to the other man. “That job seems so intimidating to me.”

[boundinmybones]

//this week has been a fucking dumpster fire. Over my lil summer vacation my work computer ran into problems. Had to go to the office to get it reimaged, a spontaneous trip to the office is a lot as is. Getting back home and trying to set up my equipment there was still issues connecting to the internet. Been troubleshooting for days, chatting with IT, having a lil meltdown on the side.

A new computer is being shipped to my home today, which is a relief because I was worried I was going to have to pay two surprise visits in the same week. So first week back at work has essentially been a wash, a stressful one. But while I’m waiting for the new computer to arrive and getting stuff synced up I’m gonna chew through my drafts.

[boundinmybones]

Closed: The Trials

For @xmultimusesx

High Aldera was a kingdom hailed for its prosperity in trade and conquest. Nestled along the western coastline of the continent. Each turning of the season there was a festival. While it was a means to celebrate the gems of each harvest, it had an additional purpose. A grand tournament, one that had challengers from countless lands come to participate. The victor was given a choice. Collect the prize of a gold sum and the title of Champion of the Season, or accept a final challenge. The reward? The hand of the princess.

For the past five years no one had accepted the final trial. The cash prize and title for a year was enough for the winners. While the ruler wouldn’t want his throne to be inherited to someone with monetary goals, he was growing frustrated year after year. There was a whole line of noble and royal suitors that would visit, but it felt like the princess couldn’t care less. Either that or her demeanor would come off as strange enough to drive them away. At this rate he would settle for someone who could simply protect her.

There was gossip about the princess. She wasn’t royal by blood, the King and Queen found her and raised her when she was a baby. Some speculated that she wasn’t human, but something from the fae territories. A changeling, planted to overthrow the human rulers. However, those who met her described her as kind, bright. The king was more cold than her. Some even believed she would be too soft to be a queen.

Little did the king know the princess would deliberately thwart his plans. Sometimes bribing champions to forfeit the grand trial. It didn’t sit well with her, having no real say in who she might be engaged to. She couldn’t ascend to being ruler without it. Not that such a thing was exciting for her either. It was all stuffy, political, she knew she was a bargaining chip for peace treaties and alliances.

The cool dry air blended with the aroma of warm spices and fresh smoked meats. The city was alive with activity, music. All draped in tapestries of red, orange, gold, and brown. Out of each faire, Zephine preferred autumn the most. She knew her father was going to be anticipating the Champion of Samhain but the final trial was the one thing she had control of. She was the one to choose what it would be, and she had no plans to become betrothed yet.

[boundinmybones]

“Yeahhhh about that bud,” as he approached his room he could see a mannequin right outside of the door. Seemed Zephine’s accommodations were already at work and staff were ordered not to enter his room. It was adorned in an all black suit. Embroidered in identical patterns to that on his armor.

“The party is actually for you,” she leaned against the doorway. “Royal tailor dropped that off a couple hours ago. Believe me if I could bluff a way out for you I would-,” her attention shifted spotting something inside the fireplace as Remmick made his way inside. Upon recognizing it her face was alight in surprise. “Oh my-,” She did quickly close the door behind her as she stepped inside to keep his secret. “When the hell’s did you plan to tell me about this? You have had a dragon egg on you?”

[xmultimusesx]

The knight stopped the moment he saw the attire he was set to wear - which his first question was how the hell did the royal tailor manage to get his measurements so quick. Then again he could have easily taken them from the knights armor to be fair, secondly that royal tailor worked quickly remmick had to give that to him. Still the man just looked at Ebony slowly with a deadpan expression "i make no promises i will not tear some snob fuck shite apart the moment they try to be smart with me" he grumbled mixed with a low growl. Oh yeah, he wasn't happy but more so it seemed about dressing up by how he almost dragged the dam thing into his chambers

He almost missed her comment about the dragon egg, glancing over to the living egg "Oh, the princess found out last night so don't feel bad. Informed me it wasn't an empty egg like I was told by the lord i stole it from, after i killed him and his lot"

Part of remmick wasn't fully sure if it would hatch, rumors of dragons sometimes waiting for centuries until the person they're meant for finds them. Though with Zephine's logic, must be bullshit and time would tell on when the egg was ready to hatch

"just a wanting, I ain't shy about changing around others" He commented already kicking his boots off to work at changing. A dam celebration for him, for becoming the new champion - he wasn't surprised but so soon?

[boundinmybones]

His threat got a bit of a chortle out of the other knight. “Do it, keep the nobility on their toes. I’m sure plenty are already assuming you’ve been ‘tamed’ becoming a consort. If you keep them guessing, they won’t make any assumptions or expectations. That could even keep tension off of the princess.”

Ebony wanted to get a closer look at the egg, but when he started kicking his boots off she took that as her cue to leave. “Fair enough, but you are about to be a married man. Just holler if you need help with cuff links or whatever.”

Zephine could hear people on the other side of the door to the banquet hall. She was adorned in a long sleeve burgundy gown with a high split on both sides of her hips. Revealing beautifully embroidered slate grey trousers underneath. A lovely sheer ombré shawl was pinned in the center of her top and trailed down her back. Cleverly hiding her wings so they didn’t have to be tucked into her corset. Not a human soul would be able to tell, the flowing spirits would help too.

Her fingers gently fidgeted with the fabric of her shawl as she waited for Remmick to arrive. They would be announced in. Not together this time round. This was more a celebration that someone finally won the trials for the princess in the first place. More about his victory than their betrothal.

[xmultimusesx]

He was to be married yes, but this wouldn't be the first time just it had been a very, very long time since he'd worn a ring on his finger. Anyone who looked when in his casual clothes would notice a golden chain peeking out from the collar area of his shirt, but something was attached to it that made a small bump under his shirt. While the suit didn't look bad, dark in color with the matching embroidery that was similar to the patterns on his armor - he just disliked dressing some snob nosed noble born.

Once dressed, which he did have some help with the cuff links, remmick made his way towards the event - catching Zephine's scent easily enough to lead him to the same hall. Those blue eyes looked her over and his sour mood seemed to shift moving his focus to her than his hate for a dam formal event "As beautiful as the pale moon in the night sky~" he hummed giving her a wink, before offering to take her hand to formally great her.

He nodded to the back where her wings are "Very clever, though it's be a more beautiful sight seeing you not needing to hide who you are"He whispered that bit to her quietly though that devilishly handsome smile was on his lips "....I assume Ebony told you my warning given I'm not exactly thrilled to be in this fucking outfit"

[boundinmybones]

Hearing footsteps her head turned to see Remmick approaching. “Whoa,” she breathed in mild surprise. He looked sharp, but also… very unhappy about it, had to purse her lips for a moment to not giggle out loud.

“A knight with the charm of a bard,” the princess noted. She had caught a small glimpse of it before, the night she made her deal with him. When he nodded to her wings her eyes flitted back over her shoulder. As if checking to be certain they couldn’t be easily spotted. Or it was Remmick simply paying close attention already. The little compliment was enough to make her ears feel warm.

When he expressed his frustration she sighed, “you’re preaching to the choir. The seams on my sleeves are so scratchy I want to rip my hair out.” Seems it was something they had in common. Despite being raised in these walls, Zephine didn’t carry herself the way other princesses usually did. Appeared to reject or challenge things her own way.

“Hopefully we won’t have to deal with it for long through. Ebony hasn’t just helped me in the trials.” Her voice was hushed as she spoke to him. “If there’s a way we can leave without being missed she will find it. In the meantime,” she took a breath, almost as if to prepare herself. “We’re celebrating you tonight, your victory. Let’s try and make the most of it? Music n’ mead will be a huge help.”

[boundinmybones]

Closed: The Trials

For @xmultimusesx

High Aldera was a kingdom hailed for its prosperity in trade and conquest. Nestled along the western coastline of the continent. Each turning of the season there was a festival. While it was a means to celebrate the gems of each harvest, it had an additional purpose. A grand tournament, one that had challengers from countless lands come to participate. The victor was given a choice. Collect the prize of a gold sum and the title of Champion of the Season, or accept a final challenge. The reward? The hand of the princess.

For the past five years no one had accepted the final trial. The cash prize and title for a year was enough for the winners. While the ruler wouldn’t want his throne to be inherited to someone with monetary goals, he was growing frustrated year after year. There was a whole line of noble and royal suitors that would visit, but it felt like the princess couldn’t care less. Either that or her demeanor would come off as strange enough to drive them away. At this rate he would settle for someone who could simply protect her.

There was gossip about the princess. She wasn’t royal by blood, the King and Queen found her and raised her when she was a baby. Some speculated that she wasn’t human, but something from the fae territories. A changeling, planted to overthrow the human rulers. However, those who met her described her as kind, bright. The king was more cold than her. Some even believed she would be too soft to be a queen.

Little did the king know the princess would deliberately thwart his plans. Sometimes bribing champions to forfeit the grand trial. It didn’t sit well with her, having no real say in who she might be engaged to. She couldn’t ascend to being ruler without it. Not that such a thing was exciting for her either. It was all stuffy, political, she knew she was a bargaining chip for peace treaties and alliances.

The cool dry air blended with the aroma of warm spices and fresh smoked meats. The city was alive with activity, music. All draped in tapestries of red, orange, gold, and brown. Out of each faire, Zephine preferred autumn the most. She knew her father was going to be anticipating the Champion of Samhain but the final trial was the one thing she had control of. She was the one to choose what it would be, and she had no plans to become betrothed yet.

[boundinmybones]

“Yeahhhh about that bud,” as he approached his room he could see a mannequin right outside of the door. Seemed Zephine’s accommodations were already at work and staff were ordered not to enter his room. It was adorned in an all black suit. Embroidered in identical patterns to that on his armor.

“The party is actually for you,” she leaned against the doorway. “Royal tailor dropped that off a couple hours ago. Believe me if I could bluff a way out for you I would-,” her attention shifted spotting something inside the fireplace as Remmick made his way inside. Upon recognizing it her face was alight in surprise. “Oh my-,” She did quickly close the door behind her as she stepped inside to keep his secret. “When the hell’s did you plan to tell me about this? You have had a dragon egg on you?”

[xmultimusesx]

The knight stopped the moment he saw the attire he was set to wear - which his first question was how the hell did the royal tailor manage to get his measurements so quick. Then again he could have easily taken them from the knights armor to be fair, secondly that royal tailor worked quickly remmick had to give that to him. Still the man just looked at Ebony slowly with a deadpan expression "i make no promises i will not tear some snob fuck shite apart the moment they try to be smart with me" he grumbled mixed with a low growl. Oh yeah, he wasn't happy but more so it seemed about dressing up by how he almost dragged the dam thing into his chambers

He almost missed her comment about the dragon egg, glancing over to the living egg "Oh, the princess found out last night so don't feel bad. Informed me it wasn't an empty egg like I was told by the lord i stole it from, after i killed him and his lot"

Part of remmick wasn't fully sure if it would hatch, rumors of dragons sometimes waiting for centuries until the person they're meant for finds them. Though with Zephine's logic, must be bullshit and time would tell on when the egg was ready to hatch

"just a wanting, I ain't shy about changing around others" He commented already kicking his boots off to work at changing. A dam celebration for him, for becoming the new champion - he wasn't surprised but so soon?

[boundinmybones]

His threat got a bit of a chortle out of the other knight. “Do it, keep the nobility on their toes. I’m sure plenty are already assuming you’ve been ‘tamed’ becoming a consort. If you keep them guessing, they won’t make any assumptions or expectations. That could even keep tension off of the princess.”

Ebony wanted to get a closer look at the egg, but when he started kicking his boots off she took that as her cue to leave. “Fair enough, but you are about to be a married man. Just holler if you need help with cuff links or whatever.”

Zephine could hear people on the other side of the door to the banquet hall. She was adorned in a long sleeve burgundy gown with a high split on both sides of her hips. Revealing beautifully embroidered slate grey trousers underneath. A lovely sheer ombré shawl was pinned in the center of her top and trailed down her back. Cleverly hiding her wings so they didn’t have to be tucked into her corset. Not a human soul would be able to tell, the flowing spirits would help too.

Her fingers gently fidgeted with the fabric of her shawl as she waited for Remmick to arrive. They would be announced in. Not together this time round. This was more a celebration that someone finally won the trials for the princess in the first place. More about his victory than their betrothal.

[broken-ice-puppets]

Guarded Hearts | CLOSED thread | PeterxZephyr

“Come on, Phaedra!” A soft voice called out, which made a pair of blue eyes dart up from their book. She had long curly hair that was swept up into a high ponytail, and she wore a simple navy dress (which she had reluctantly put on at her mother’s insistence.) Her expression lit up when she recognized the prince, and she started to close her book… only to give pause as her gaze shifted to her mother with cautious pleading hope in her eyes.

“Mama… can I pleeeeeeeeease go play?” She requested, hands fidgeting with the book now.

Her mother had heard the prince as well, and wasn’t surprised at all when her daughter asked to go play. She did sigh, though, and paused in her gardening to wipe her brow, “My, any chance to get away from your studies… Hm… alright, but remember your manners, Phaedra. He’s not just your playmate, but the prince-“

Her eyes lit up and she set the book down on the blanket she had been sitting on without missing a beat and bolted to her feet, “Yes, mama!”

“-and try not to rip your dress! Money is tight these days!”

That caused her nose to wrinkle a bit with annoyance, but she nodded, “Yeeeeees, mama… Okay, love you, bye!” Taking a bit of her skirt in hand, she raced off towards the Prince.

*

“Of all the aspiring recruits, Captain, why in gods names did you go with… that one?” A man sneered, “He’s so scrawny, do you seriously believe he can keep up with the others?”

“Scrawny frames can be trained, Lieutenant, strength can always be cultivated. I’m looking for more than muscle for this rising troop, I’m looking for passion, an unrelenting flame,” The captain explained, “When I look into that kid’s eyes, I see that fire in him.”

The lieutenant let out a sigh, “I mean no disrespect, sir, you know that… I just don’t see what you’re seeing. That kid won’t last much longer than a week, guaranteed.”

*

“Phwa-!” Blood speckled the dirt as the cadet spat at the ground. His teeth were tinged pink, his cheek was bruised and busted open, and gods, did his ribs hurt, but he didn’t seem anywhere near close to quitting yet, “Again!”

Thud

“Hah… Hah… Again!”

Fwump

“… A-Again!”

Thwack

“Errrghhh… Again!”

*

On the third day of spring one year, the city was bustling with excitement. Flowers were freshly blooming and arranged in ornate patterns, royal banners flapped in the warm breeze, and horns played triumphantly as half a dozen young men approached a dais in front of the royal palace. The palace gates had been opened wide just for this occasion, and townsfolk had arrived eager to witness the new guardsmen be sworn in.

Their heavy boots thudded against cobblestone as they made their approach and shifted to stand in a row before the dais with choreographed precision. Their feet tucked in against each other as their spines straightened, their shoulders squared, and their heads were held high.

Various officers stood on the raised platform while lower ranking guardsmen flanking the sides. Three figures were positioned in the middle: the Queen, her presiding captain, and the soon-to-be-crowned prince. The crowd around them cheered for the display, only quieting once their queen lifted a hand to silence them. In her other hand rested a sleek wooden box, “Thank you all for gathering here today. It is with great excitement that we gather here to witness these young men officially take their oaths to the crown and join the ranks of these esteemed guardsmen you see behind me. It is thanks to their dedication, resilience, and commitment to honor that have brought these young men to stand here before you all today,” and then she addressed the cadets directly, “I applaud you all for your triumph over this process, and wish you nothing but greatness.”

“Now,” she then turned to her captain, “Without further ado, let’s proceed,” and then she opened the box to reveal six glittering medals nestled into navy velveteen lining.

The captain of the guard then took the reins and began calling up the cadets one by one. Each one ascended the handful of steps onto the dais, repeated the sacred oath, their medal was pinned to their lapel, and then it was publicly announced where they would be serving. A couple were announced as placed within the palace grounds, others received stations around town. No matter their station, the crowd cheered all the same.

“Peter Odeene.” The cadet’s shoulders tensed as he was finally called, and he approached the dais just as the others had. He was tall, though not quite as tall as his fellow cadets. His muscle tone was a bit leaner, with shoulders that were broad yet lacked some of the visual bulk that one might expect of a soldier. His short curls had been gelled down to make himself look a bit more neat and presentable.

He stopped in front of his commanding officer, his gaze fixed over the captain’s shoulder instead of making eye contact, “Peter Odeene… You are called here today to swear your allegiance and serve the Crown. If that is still your intention, then repeat these words back to me with sincerity… ‘Before the Crown and all who bear witness’…”

“Before the Crown and all who bear witness,” Peter’s voice cut through the hushed silence and filled the space.

“I give my solemn oath-“

“I give my solemn oath…” They continued like that for another minute or so until the oath was complete, finishing with, “By my honor, by my blood, and by the Crown, this oath is sworn.”

The captain of the guard then reached out to pin the medal to his lapel, clapped his shoulder, “So let it be - I now present Guardsman Odeene… who shall serve the royal family directly…” a couple gasps sounded from the crowd, “and shall continue his training in order to one day succeed me and serve the prince upon his coronation day.

Peter’s eyes went wide and he broke decorum to make eye contact with his captain in a silent question. ‘Are you sure?’

His captain merely grinned and squeezed his shoulder, “And with that, let’s hear a round of applause for these esteemed guardsmen!”

The applause started up slowly and the gravity of what was just announced slowly let up, and then the townspeople erupted into cheering and roaring applause. Peter was stuck in place for a moment, stunned by his accomplishment. As he turned around to face the crowd, his eyes briefly met the Prince’s.

@boundinmybones

[boundinmybones]

Zephyr quickly covered his mouth hearing someone speak to him. Finishing the bite he was in the thick of before giving a meek nod. “Apologies,” he spoke up after swallowing the bite, “yes.” He felt his face burn up a bit, indulging in the desert first before anything else. Some might think it unbecoming of a prince.

He turned, finally realizing who had spoken to him. “Oh- oh it’s you! Peter right?” Zephyr could feel something tugging at him in the back of his mind. There was familiarity in the man’s smile, his eyes. Maybe it was déjà vu from the ceremonies that afternoon.

Right- you’re a prince. Say something. What though? Just pick something-

“How are you feeling?” He asked

How are you feeling!? Really!?

“With your new position?” Zephyr quickly added to his first question. “Your captain sang your praises the days leading to the ceremony. We’ll be seeing each other a bit more with your role here.”

[boundinmybones]

Closed: The Trials

For @xmultimusesx

High Aldera was a kingdom hailed for its prosperity in trade and conquest. Nestled along the western coastline of the continent. Each turning of the season there was a festival. While it was a means to celebrate the gems of each harvest, it had an additional purpose. A grand tournament, one that had challengers from countless lands come to participate. The victor was given a choice. Collect the prize of a gold sum and the title of Champion of the Season, or accept a final challenge. The reward? The hand of the princess.

For the past five years no one had accepted the final trial. The cash prize and title for a year was enough for the winners. While the ruler wouldn’t want his throne to be inherited to someone with monetary goals, he was growing frustrated year after year. There was a whole line of noble and royal suitors that would visit, but it felt like the princess couldn’t care less. Either that or her demeanor would come off as strange enough to drive them away. At this rate he would settle for someone who could simply protect her.

There was gossip about the princess. She wasn’t royal by blood, the King and Queen found her and raised her when she was a baby. Some speculated that she wasn’t human, but something from the fae territories. A changeling, planted to overthrow the human rulers. However, those who met her described her as kind, bright. The king was more cold than her. Some even believed she would be too soft to be a queen.

Little did the king know the princess would deliberately thwart his plans. Sometimes bribing champions to forfeit the grand trial. It didn’t sit well with her, having no real say in who she might be engaged to. She couldn’t ascend to being ruler without it. Not that such a thing was exciting for her either. It was all stuffy, political, she knew she was a bargaining chip for peace treaties and alliances.

The cool dry air blended with the aroma of warm spices and fresh smoked meats. The city was alive with activity, music. All draped in tapestries of red, orange, gold, and brown. Out of each faire, Zephine preferred autumn the most. She knew her father was going to be anticipating the Champion of Samhain but the final trial was the one thing she had control of. She was the one to choose what it would be, and she had no plans to become betrothed yet.

[boundinmybones]

“Yeahhhh about that bud,” as he approached his room he could see a mannequin right outside of the door. Seemed Zephine’s accommodations were already at work and staff were ordered not to enter his room. It was adorned in an all black suit. Embroidered in identical patterns to that on his armor.

“The party is actually for you,” she leaned against the doorway. “Royal tailor dropped that off a couple hours ago. Believe me if I could bluff a way out for you I would-,” her attention shifted spotting something inside the fireplace as Remmick made his way inside. Upon recognizing it her face was alight in surprise. “Oh my-,” She did quickly close the door behind her as she stepped inside to keep his secret. “When the hell’s did you plan to tell me about this? You have had a dragon egg on you?”

[boundinmybones]

Closed: The Trials

For @xmultimusesx

High Aldera was a kingdom hailed for its prosperity in trade and conquest. Nestled along the western coastline of the continent. Each turning of the season there was a festival. While it was a means to celebrate the gems of each harvest, it had an additional purpose. A grand tournament, one that had challengers from countless lands come to participate. The victor was given a choice. Collect the prize of a gold sum and the title of Champion of the Season, or accept a final challenge. The reward? The hand of the princess.

For the past five years no one had accepted the final trial. The cash prize and title for a year was enough for the winners. While the ruler wouldn’t want his throne to be inherited to someone with monetary goals, he was growing frustrated year after year. There was a whole line of noble and royal suitors that would visit, but it felt like the princess couldn’t care less. Either that or her demeanor would come off as strange enough to drive them away. At this rate he would settle for someone who could simply protect her.

There was gossip about the princess. She wasn’t royal by blood, the King and Queen found her and raised her when she was a baby. Some speculated that she wasn’t human, but something from the fae territories. A changeling, planted to overthrow the human rulers. However, those who met her described her as kind, bright. The king was more cold than her. Some even believed she would be too soft to be a queen.

Little did the king know the princess would deliberately thwart his plans. Sometimes bribing champions to forfeit the grand trial. It didn’t sit well with her, having no real say in who she might be engaged to. She couldn’t ascend to being ruler without it. Not that such a thing was exciting for her either. It was all stuffy, political, she knew she was a bargaining chip for peace treaties and alliances.

The cool dry air blended with the aroma of warm spices and fresh smoked meats. The city was alive with activity, music. All draped in tapestries of red, orange, gold, and brown. Out of each faire, Zephine preferred autumn the most. She knew her father was going to be anticipating the Champion of Samhain but the final trial was the one thing she had control of. She was the one to choose what it would be, and she had no plans to become betrothed yet.

[boundinmybones]

Beatrice listened to his explanation, confusion flashed on her features for a brief moment. He was taking on quite the deal with her daughter. Knights were not known for being liars, immortals usually can’t be bothered to waste their time with it either. “Well, while you are here honoring your deal… is there anything I can do to make you feel more welcome?” She asked.

Zephine had spent her afternoon arranging measures to accommodate Remmick. All the while keeping his identity confidential. When dusk arrived she made her way to find him, but palace staff were rushing around too. They seemed to be busy with something else. Food? Floral arrangme-

oh no. Of course she should have known there would have been some sort of celebration that The Trials now have their grand victor.

“There you are,” Ebony had managed to catch up to Remmick first. The princess’ chambermaids rushed her to her own room to get ready. The captain herself was adorned in a royal uniform suit instead of her armor. “Your majesty,” she bowed her head, “mind if I steal him from you? We’ll find our way back to you shortly.”

[boundinmybones]

Closed: The Trials

For @xmultimusesx

High Aldera was a kingdom hailed for its prosperity in trade and conquest. Nestled along the western coastline of the continent. Each turning of the season there was a festival. While it was a means to celebrate the gems of each harvest, it had an additional purpose. A grand tournament, one that had challengers from countless lands come to participate. The victor was given a choice. Collect the prize of a gold sum and the title of Champion of the Season, or accept a final challenge. The reward? The hand of the princess.

For the past five years no one had accepted the final trial. The cash prize and title for a year was enough for the winners. While the ruler wouldn’t want his throne to be inherited to someone with monetary goals, he was growing frustrated year after year. There was a whole line of noble and royal suitors that would visit, but it felt like the princess couldn’t care less. Either that or her demeanor would come off as strange enough to drive them away. At this rate he would settle for someone who could simply protect her.

There was gossip about the princess. She wasn’t royal by blood, the King and Queen found her and raised her when she was a baby. Some speculated that she wasn’t human, but something from the fae territories. A changeling, planted to overthrow the human rulers. However, those who met her described her as kind, bright. The king was more cold than her. Some even believed she would be too soft to be a queen.

Little did the king know the princess would deliberately thwart his plans. Sometimes bribing champions to forfeit the grand trial. It didn’t sit well with her, having no real say in who she might be engaged to. She couldn’t ascend to being ruler without it. Not that such a thing was exciting for her either. It was all stuffy, political, she knew she was a bargaining chip for peace treaties and alliances.

The cool dry air blended with the aroma of warm spices and fresh smoked meats. The city was alive with activity, music. All draped in tapestries of red, orange, gold, and brown. Out of each faire, Zephine preferred autumn the most. She knew her father was going to be anticipating the Champion of Samhain but the final trial was the one thing she had control of. She was the one to choose what it would be, and she had no plans to become betrothed yet.

[boundinmybones]

“Ahhh so that’s how it happened,” she let out an almost knowing sigh, “normally she bribes the knights to leave before the finals. Guess this bargain between the two of you is of a different variety.” The Queen was aware of her daughter trying to pull the strings in her favor, but the king was out of the loop. Perhaps kept that way by the two women but certainly not out of maliciousness. The king wasn’t cruel or anything, just had an allegiance to his duties.

She hummed to herself for a moment. “Making a deal with a woman like her is quite the bold undertaking.” While Zephine might not have been culturally raised as a fae a lot of those little rules and tricks still applied. Making deals with faeries was always a dodgy undertaking.

The queen’s other hand rested over his own to gently hold it for a moment before smiling to him. “I trust my daughter’s intuition… and I trust that you know what you’re doing my dear boy.” Perhaps boy wasn’t the most appropriate term. This man has and will see many years outside of her own lifetime. However, despite the rumors, the legend, she saw softness behind his eyes.

[xmultimusesx]

[ LEANING ] receiver looks over sender's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while sender shows them something (sinners verse, Remmick and Zeph) -boundinmybones

A LIST OF CASUAL YET INTIMATE INTERACTIONS

@boundinmybones

Remmick leaned over her shoulder, blue eyes on what Zephine had pulled him over to show what she'd been working on - one hand resting against the desk while the other laid against the back of the chair she sat at. He listened fully, even if the vampire moved his head to nuzzling the side of her face and leave a feather like kiss to her cheek before he laid a kiss against her shoulder. His eyes returned to what she was showing him and hummed

The vampire had been showing her how to carve celtic runes, teaching her a bit about the culture he lost when he lost his home - and in return learning about her own and little things within the shop since he started helping and staying with her. Today though, he was learning about something she wanted to show him

[boundinmybones]

“You’d be willing to-… you- you would want that?” Zephine got caught on her words a little. She was aware Remmick cared for her, deeply. It just took her by surprise that he would offer that. To make room in his life the same way she did.

There was something about it all. Whispering to one another like Romeo and Juliet plotting to run away together. The image of sitting on a porch of some farmhouse in the middle of nowhere, watching Eliza chase fireflies in the grass while sitting next to him. She had been wracking her brain most of the past week trying to think of other solutions… never once did she consider Remmick offering doors of opportunity of his own.

The idea of biting him wasn’t all that pleasant either. Sure he figured as much too, but he had already bled for her quite a few times since he arrived here. Protecting her. He’d commit to a possible eternity of that?

Tears threaten to gloss her eyes again, touched by the thought. “Dammit sorry,” she giggled to herself a little, blotting her eyes with the neckline of her night shirt. “Guess my hearts on my sleeve tonight.”