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“ WHAT ?? “ she shook her head, confusion washing over her expression. “ no, no. of course not. i LOVE you. i’m just saying . . . what if we -- “ she bit her lip, almost afraid to see the others reaction. “ invite someone into the relationship with us. “
@diedforthem // continued from here
@diedforthem continued from here.
There’s a large part of him that didn’t want to listen, he didn’t want to bare the thought of having this conversation with Allison because of how much it would hurt. There was so much he hadn’t said-- so much he wanted to say, but everything was still so muddled together, it was hard to get his thoughts straight. “Allison, please. I don’t want to talk right now. It’s not a good time.”
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The early mornings in Norway were wetter than back home, causing the chill to creep into his clothes and the mist of the forest to cling to his hair. He had his bow in one hand, the other pressed lightly against the mossy trunk of the tree he’d taken a moment to pause by. The moisture in the bracken beneath his feet were soaked into the knee of his trousers, his breath collecting in the air. It was his first time out on a hunt in this country, and he missed the magic in the silence of nature that clung around him. But this was only an expedition to explore the area, he wasn’t looking to kill anything. The sound of movement to his right caught his attention, and Jeremy held his breathe as he shifted toward it.
( @diedforthem ) « oh dear jesus please send help
THEY WERE NEARING the end of the night, though the ballroom remained quite full. With most of the guests staying within the confines of the castle, he was certain the festivities would last far beyond the clock’s own demands. Still, he had seen the anger in her eyes… he knew that he was in sorely hot water before he had ever TRULY introduced himself. Spotting a familiar figure, Kol gently tugged her elbow, folding it into his in the bustle of bodies on the dance floor, leading her to the nearest balcony which was –– blessedly –– unoccupied. “I find myself in need of your assistance,” he said, pulling the mask off of his face, eyes crinkling for a moment at the sudden cool air against his cheeks. “My Lady.”
THE MAN WAS WOUNDED. Blood is seeping through the kevlar, a stab wound still not nearly enough to stop him. But exhaustion has seeped into his bones. He’s crashed against the fences, a hand still pressed to the wound, holding himself in for as long as he can, just until he hears their car pass him. Then he’d be safe to go back to his safehouse, to his car, and into his Airstream where he can deal with the mess those men made of what he hoped would have been just skin and none of his vital organs.
Nothing but sweat collects on his forehead. Not the knit of eyebrows or the slope of a frown when he hears footsteps coming around the corner as hands quickly reach for the gun, aim still steady despite the throbbing pain coming from his abdomen. Hand is lowered when he doesn’t recognize her face as one of the Gregori’s men and turns away with a quiet sigh of relief.
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GREEN EYES ROSE FROM THE REFELCTION of his drumming fingers, eyebrow arched slightly at the offered distraction as a smirk slithered into place. His friend had dared him into this, convinced somehow that he would always be all talk and no game. Or in his exact words "still stuck under the skirt of that pretty little chick you fucked five years ago.” And he wouldn’t exactly be wrong but Jonathan was never at liberty to letting Jace have the final word on anything. The world might end if that ever happened.
He passes her the glass of bourbon he’d been swirling to no end since his arrival, practically untouched although its spirit might have already evaporated into the wind with his carelessness, and offered it wordlessly. Slightly amused hues travelling down her figure as he rests most of his weight on his arm, eyeing the stranger with a tepid smile. “ Looks like you need it more than me. “ He insisted, sounding amused but not quite. The ring in his voice never quite reaching the right notes.
“ Or would you rather we just get out of here? “
@diedforthem cont.
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The French countryside sprawls as far as the eye can see. A gentle breeze flits through the open windows, stirring the linen curtains and filling the room with the scent of blossoming lavender. Isaac closes his eyes and breathes it all in, allowing for the serenity it inspires to wash over him. It’s mid-morning and the world is theirs for the taking, but they’re in no rush to seize the opportunities it has to offer.
Sometimes contentment lures his doubts out from the dank little corners of his mind, and he worries that he’s not really here——that none of this is real. When Allison relaxes against his chest, he shifts his arms to better accommodate her frame, tightening his embrace. The warmth of her bare back bleeds through the thin fabric of his shirt, her weight a comfortable reminder that none of this is imagined. The wedding—and the night that followed it—happened.
Tilting his head forward, he softly presses his lips to the crook of her neck. It’s understated but accounts for the depth of his love for her, and he doesn’t linger to bastardise it into something else. After all, yesterday was filled with all manner of kisses: at the altar, for the pictures, at the reception, and the all-too-familiar drunken slobbering mess that constituted much of their college years and the better part of last night.
Rolling his shoulders back, Isaac nuzzles the messy bun atop her head and opens his eyes to admire the provencal landscape. His fingers slip between hers, the ring on his finger a feeling he’s yet to grow accustomed to, much like the bump beneath her summer dress. If it weren’t for the latter, they’d likely have never settled, and what a shame would that have been.
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