Just a slight heads up- Iâm moving to a new blog for a fresh start. With Deeâs help Iâm working on it now. But Iâm also really into writing up a rough draft for a story that I may actually finish writing (which is extremely rare for me). So hopefully within the next couple of days Iâll have the new blog up and running.
Just a slight heads up- Iâm moving to a new blog for a fresh start. With Deeâs help Iâm working on it now. But Iâm also really into writing up a rough draft for a story that I may actually finish writing (which is extremely rare for me). So hopefully within the next couple of days Iâll have the new blog up and running.
@faerytalesâ asked: Bea doesn't always know how to do this sort of thing. She's not great with making 'friends'. Nor does she really know how to address people or conduct herself. She was never trained in that sort of thing. So when she got two tickets for the next Championship match she was nervous to give them to Leon, after all, these used to be his battles -- and now it was the new champion, the one who had dethroned him. "Leon..?"
Hearing his name, he half expected it to be one of the league officials come to ask him another question. Getting the Battle Tower up and running was a little frustrated but he still thought it would be worth it. However, when he saw that it was Bea his face lit up into a bright smile. She was a much more welcome sight then someone asking him for his opinion on something right then. âHey, Bea! What brings you here?â
âOh    no!â The word was meant to ease his worries, but the second it left her mouth, Aiko realized it probably came off the wrong way. âI mean, no, itâs okay.â She laughed sheepishly, trying to hide how embarrassed she felt over her slip of tongue. It wasnât as if Aiko had never been asked out before    but it had never been by her boss; not to mention she had no idea Trunks actually saw her in that light, to the point of actually wanting to make a move. Though ultimately very flattering, it was also surprising.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she was quick to flash him her usual bright smile. âIâd love to.â Aiko sounded more certain now, even if her mind was racing with a million thoughts and questions    what did this mean exactly? What if it went poorly and it ruined their current relationship? Also, what was she going to wear? âIâm free tonight, if it works for you,â she said in the same calm tone, barely managing to mask her nerves.
For a few seconds there he felt his heart lurch a little. No amount of prep had actually prepared him to hear it though. Going to a bar and drinking- or in his case attempting -till he was drunk seemed like a good way to get over this. Until she corrected herself that was. The gut wrenching feeling vanished almost instantly and just felt him with a mild sense of emotional whiplash. Due to a rush of joy now coursing through. Because not only had she just dazzled him with her smile but she had also agreed.Â
It dawned on him that he had just been staring- gawking most likely- at her. Clearing his throat in the hopes that she hadnât really noticed he tried to distract him a little by adjusting his tie. âWell,â Trunks said with a mild shrug, âIâd have to ask my assistant as she knows my schedule better than me.â Not wishing to put her on the spot, he quickly said, âTonight is fine.â Since right then his only plans was to attempt to get drunk and that was now off the table. âWhat would you want to eat?â Because he wanted this night to be about her. He could arrange for them to go to any restaurant she wanted. Especially since he wished to impress her.
Wasnât it what most people wanted? An unified harmony between two entities that was mutually beneficial to them both? But then that was more of what he understood for nations and not people. Especially not people like him and Zoya. He enjoyed their relationship, whatever you could call it as Cullen didnât have any idea. They may have been exclusively sleeping with one another but he couldnât deny that he felt more for her than what should have been allowed in such a relationship.Â
Remaining silent, he watched and listened as she moved closer to him. When she was close enough, he couldnât resist but place a hand, a bit possessively, on her waist. A blond brow rose a little as he stared down at her. âThen what would you want between us?â Labels or not Cullen was interested to hear what she wanted out of this relationship. If she was interested in the sex then he could...Handle that. He was still trying to understand his own feelings but he could sort them out as he enjoyed her having her way with him.
âSo?â Her response was direct as ever, as her brows rose slightly. âYouâd be with a criminal,â Vivian pointed out matter-of-factly, no shame in her voice. It wasnât as though she didnât regret the lifestyle she had chosen for herself; but it was something she had come to terms with, even if she couldnât quite understand why Rae had done it himself.
âI think a thief is much worse than an elf.â Even if most people didnât. Her lips curled up into a typical Vivian smile, playful despite carrying a hint of honesty. Rae could not choose the circumstances of his birth, after all. âSo, if anything, youâd be the one in a relationship with someone problematic.â Vivian fell silent for a moment, before speaking in a more serious tone. âAnd other people aside⌠You know your heritage does not bother me. Iâve known you were an elf since I met you    that never changed how I felt.â
An immediate frown and glare promptly followed as she claimed to be a criminal. As true as it have been, he hated it when she called herself that. He had voiced it before how he disliked it and for the sake of not getting into another argument he held his tongue. So he just relied on his facial expression to show his dislike and turned back to their actual âargumentâ- if it could be called that.Â
Though hearing her claim that her feelings hadnât changed made him stare at Vivian as he processed this. Mostly because he couldnât figure out if she had meant her perks as hypothetical- which had been his assumption- or not. âYou know I donât give a ratâs arse what others think of me,â he decided to retort as he still comprehended everything. âBut the last thing I want is to reflect poorly on you.â Even if it was for simply being himself. Running hand through his hair and feeling the point of his ear. Immediately dropping his hand to his side, Rae sighed as he attempt once more to try and make her see some sense in what he was saying. âAnd yes, I do know that. But...â The only thing that followed was a frustrated sigh as, for once, he couldnât find the proper thing to say. Instead, after passing another hand through his hair in frustration, he looked at her and asked, âYouâre being serious about this- about us being together as a couple I mean.â It sounded rude to say but he actually needed her to verbally confirm it for him. Having fallen for her as hard as he had, he didnât think heâd be able to handle her teasing him like that. Not after the unintentional teasing of such a relationship that occurred when he pretended to be the suitor she had brought home to upset her family.
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ONE. "Try not to stay up too late tonight as well.â Though her tone carried a warning tone, Lyra knew it was a losing battle when it came to Caiden and his work    she may have left some tea brewed up and ready to go, should he want some while he worked at the forge. The witch lingered at his side for a moment, her calm expression masking a long internal debate. Before she had time to second guess herself, Lyra approached him, standing on her toes so she could press a soft kiss to Caidenâs cheek. âGood night,â she croaked out as she hurriedly darted for her room, praying he hadnât noticed the scarlet red tone of her cheeks.
TWO. A sigh escaped her as Lyra examined his bandaged hand. âThat should do it, I think. It didnât seem bad enough to warrant a healing spell, so this mixture should heal it up nicely.â Her dark eyes flicked up to meet his gaze. âBut you need to rest, Caiden. If you donât pace yourself, youâll get injured again.â Her hold on his hand tightened a little, not enough to hurt him, but moreso in a pleading sense. âItâs good training for my potions, but I donât think itâs worth the risk,â she attempted a playful remark to lighten up the mood. Her lips curled up into a tiny smile, before she brought them to Caidenâs hand, softly kissing his bruised knuckles. âPlease take care of yourself.â If not for yourself, then for me.
THREE. It felt odd, almost, to be able to kiss him freely now. The air between them was still a little awkward, tentative as they both tested out the boundaries of this new relationship    they hadnât exactly used that word yet, though, what with all the commotion of Lyraâs sudden return. But things had quieted down since, and now the witch sat beside him as they shared a meal for the first time in weeks; while nothing new from the activities they used to do, it certainly felt different now. Lyra was sheepish in her advances, but having Caidenâs arm around her allowed for some peace of mind. It allowed for some bravery as well, in that Lyra actually initiated a kiss for once    it was soft, nothing like the passionate whirlwind from before. But there was something more peaceful, almost domestic about it; she found she quite liked the idea of getting to do that every day.
FOUR. She slowly blinked her sleep away, still groggy but alert enough that she realized it was just a little past dawn. Caiden still lay asleep under the weight of her naked body, and for a split second, Lyra had forgotten about the night before    though it didnât end up quite the way either of them planned, it was still very meaningful all the same. Lyra got to see a side of her husband she did not know yet, one he finally felt comfortable enough to show her. Her slender fingers gently traced his jawline as she remembered the inhuman features he had just a few hours before. It hadnât scared her at the time, and it didnât in that moment either; Caiden looked entirely peaceful sleeping like that    she could never see him as anything remotely close to a monster. Though the time to get up and start her day was nearing, Lyra gave into her selfish wishes for once, and instead lied back down on his chest. His skin was still warm against hers, and Lyra planted a soft kiss over one of his scars. The soothing feeling of his fingers threading her hair was the last thing she remembered before nodding off again.
FIVE. âSheâs finally asleep.â Lyraâs voice was quiet, though it did not diminish the audible smile in her tone. After so many days of carrying a troubled expression, Clara finally appeared to be at peace. She looked so small in the middle of their bed, and though Lyra wanted to go right to her and cuddle the young girl as she slept, she couldnât find it in her to move from her spot by the door either. She leaned against Caiden, her hand reaching out to hold his. âIâm really happy we did this, Caiden.â Her eyes looked up at his, her lips curling up into a smile. âI know we hadnât planned for a family, but... Iâm so glad we got one in the end.â The tenderness in her expression was almost palpable, and the way she pulled her husband in for a kiss was just as loving as always. âI love you.â
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