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@savior-negan
@askarthurgabriel:
After tracking her down, for a long, long time. To one day see her gone, then to spend the next year, maybe two, tracking the person you love down, only for them to answer ’ I didn’t think you’d be coming back.’ Oh, how the thoughts of self doubt, misery, perhaps even anger and sadness rolled in. Even the sense of loneliness slowly followed. “Oh…I…I see…” He briefly looked around the entry way, “I, I guess, I’ll just, leave these here then,” he set the small bundle of flowers on the foyer stand, barely entering the house. Trying to keep his composure, “It…it was good to see you, Lucille, I, I guess I caught you at a bad time…good bye,” and he slowly, walked off the porch, staggering with each step as if walking on egg shells, feeling each dagger piercing some, unseen place. Never healing.
She watched the expression on his face change. Had her words hurt him? Quite probably - but had his departure not hurt her? A part of her actually wanted to punch him, but there was another one - the one that reminded her that she loved him, and only the love for him had not allowed her to find another partner, even though it would have been more reasonable - Clara, after all, needed a father...
“No, wait, wait,” she said before he had left completely. “You just... shocked me. That’s all.” A pause. She licked her lips and made a step back. Perhaps she was making a mistake, letting him into her life and heart again, but... “Come in, I... I’ll make us coffee.”
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@succubusscience
Zoe was minding her own business keeping to herself as she walked down the street towards her house. It seemed that other people weren’t paying much attention either as people had been running into her all morning. As such she didn’t think anything of it when she bumped into someone and gave a half hearted “Sorry”
@dargorshadowlord
“I’ve got a surprise for you.”
That was how Lucille greeted Dargor that afternoon, on the Valentine’s Day. It was obvious she had been preparing for this moment: she wore a simple yet elegant black dress, which reached just the half of her thigh, as well as silver earrings and a heart-shaped pendant on a thin chain. The air around her hand some faint, floral scent.
“Would you like to follow me, so I could show it to you, or would you rather like to find it by yourself?”
@dargorshadowlord:
He looked so down for a second with the pause, so much like a sad puppy before perking up when she resumed. “Oh you naughty woman you. I should give you a spanking for that.” He said playfully before hugging and kissing her lovingly.
“Where did my little Dargor go?” she asked playfully, raising her brow once she heard him being this bold with her. Of course, she did not mind it - actually, she found herself strangely fond of his newly found confidence, and perhaps that was why teasing him was so much fun. “Are you sure you’re brave enough to spank me?”
@bird-of-shurima:
“Mmm… good morning, my beloved.” Azir said, going to push himself up in the large bed, stretching his hands up over his head. He glanced over towards the clock on the wall. Early. “Sleep well?” He asked, turning to look towards her with a smile.
Lucille glanced at him lazily, smiling softly at the sight of Azir waking up. Although it did not happen for the first time, she still claimed that she would never want to wake up to anything but to him lying by her side.
“How could I ever sleep anything but well when I have such a wonderful man with me,” she murmured, moving closer to kiss him gently.
Divine Punishment. || @a-murder-of-muses
@a-murder-of-muses
Sometimes nothing could save us from the punishment for our sins. Especially when the sins have been too much, and one was too conceited to regret commiting them.
That was what was awaiting Donovan that night, even though neither he, nor even Lucy knew about it.
That night, Lucy stayed at home, even though it was quite rare for her to do so, but Donovan had managed to convince her that her presence was not necessary, and in all honesty, she was simply tired. For the past several weeks she had been really busy not only with Donovan’s victim’s souls, but also many other, which made her cherish the moment when she could just relax.
Donovan’s enemies, though, were wide awake.
"Woah!"
@dargorshadowlord
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“Careful!”
Just a second later, where Dargor had stood before laid a flower pot, now completely shattered. Someone from above their heads shouted some words of apology, but Lucy did not even look there, holding her beloved close, feeling herself shivering. He was all right... he was all right...
“Oh Lord,” she whispered, pressing kisses to his face, glad that nothing bad had happened to him. It was supposed to be just a normal walk, never would she have thought something like this would happen. “For a moment... for a moment I thought I was too late.”