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[keynvor-blog]

     Ever since their talk Anye had made an effort to try and spend a couple hours give or take around Sam a day, they didn't have to talk or interact, but she'd sit in the same room as him and read or just curl up just so they were sharing the same space. It wasn't as suffocating as before and Anye didn't feel like the very air itself was trying to choke her when she was around him.

She'd dared to leave him a tea and a slice of chocolate cake in his office when he was working and hadn't been met with a scolding despite being told to stay out all those months ago—whether or not that still applied really was up in the air but Anye was slowly pushing the limits of comfort zone in all the little ways she used to.

Anye felt her heart hammering in her chest, she knew Sam had specifically told her to stay out of the bedroom area, but she'd been up and down recently, especially fetching things when everything.. escalated.

Each step felt like a mountain as she climbed them, would this bring her closer or push her further away from Samuel she didn't know.

But she had to try.

She rounded the top of the stairs, fingers brushing the plants that grew on the wall for a little bit of strength and she walked over to the piano that overlooked the bottom of the house.

She revealed the keys and ran her fingers along the ivory with a soft sense of melancholy. She hadn't heard it be played in months. An instrument such as this shouldn't be silent for long periods. It was meant to sing.

Anye had learned to play, many years ago where it was appropriate for a lady such as herself to learn and felt a tugging on her heartstrings as she pressed the first key and it resounded around the house.

She took a breath and began to play.

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[mistressxgrace]

Dinner and Discussion || Grace&Sam

Grace had heard everything. Oh yes, Tenanye had confided in her when she had literally run into the fae the week before. She instantly felt for them both, and while she did not wish to and had no intention of becoming some sort of go-between, perhaps there was something that she could do to help. Sam and Tenanye were both very dear to her, and she did not like seeing them in pain, especially over each other. 

First though, she needed to hear Sam’s take on everything as well. And that was why she had invited him to dinner that evening. She’d had her doubts that he would come to her first, or even to her home if invited. So the charming little Italian place seemed like the safest bet. She arrived a bit before their agreed time, so that a more private table could be secured, and waited for him there, wine already chilling in a bucket.

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[banbryce-blog]

        Benjie wanted to scream.

He wanted to scream and cry and smash something.

Bouts of rage were not unfamiliar to Benjie though he had a long enough fuse that they were not often seen. He had a good handle on his emotions for the most part.

Benjie did none of that.

He sat in his office in the Institute building with his head in his hands, thinking. His head was filled with noise, filled with the sound of Nat shrieking in indignant fury.

“Enough.” He murmured, waving his hand and sparks jumped across his palm.

The room went silent, the only thing he could hear was Quoth cleaning his feathers and the hammering of his heart in his chest.

Benjie stood, moving to the shelf to pour himself a drink but as he held the bottle by the neck he stopped.

“Quoth.” Benjie said and the Jackdaw stopped cleaning his feathers and flew over to his master. He landed on the offered hand, touching his nose to the bird's beak.

“Go find Sam, see if he'd agree to talk with me. Or just, find him, I'm going to talk to him regardless.”

Quoth chirped and hopped off Benjie's hand, flying out the room and down the corridors to go find the big dumb bird person.

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[keynvor-blog]

      Anye ran.

Full on sprinted, her hair was a mess, she tripped and ripped her dress, scraping her leg on the ground but she didn't care. She ran.

“Gotta find him, gotta find him, gotta find him.” It was like a mantra pounding in her skull, pounding in her chest, aching and powering her forward even though her lungs burned and muscles screamed in protest.

Gotta find him.

This was her fault. Everything was her fault. She had to make it right, even if that meant she wasn't a part of his life anymore she had to make it right.

When you loved someone you put their happiness first.

She hadn't done that. She had been selfish and cruel and she had hurt him.

Gotta find him.

He was leaving because she hurt him. She'd ruined not only her relationship but his and Benjie's.

No.

She would make it right.

“Samuel.” She full on barreled into his office, praying that she'd checked the right place first and he hadn't left already. She must've looked a mess but she didn't care. Her chest was heaving, her eyes were leaking tears freely down her face. She could barely stand and was gripping the door for support.

“Don't leave.”

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[keynvor-blog]

         Anye smiled to herself as she crept into Sam's office. She wasn't quite sure where Sam was in the house right now so this was a bit of a gamble on getting caught or not but Anye was willing to make that bet, she left a note on his desk and began to sneak through the house, grabbing the picnic basket and making a dart for freedom out the sitting room door.

Meet me at the cliffs. Anye x

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[keynvor-blog]

        Anye stifled a yawn with the back of her hand as she opened the fridge. It was still pretty early and She hadn't really slept well. In the end she decided fuck it might as well get up and do something rather than stare at the ceiling waiting for the sun to rise.

“Oh bollocks.” She grumbled.

She was out of milk. In fact she'd been out of milk for three days and kept forgetting to go out and buy some despite the three sticky notes on the fridge to do so. She groaned and shut the fridge before turning on her heel and picking up her bowl of cereal and tea with no milk in. Benjie wouldn't mind her pinching some milk.. at least she hoped. She'd not really talked to him since that day with Samuel in his office, in fact she'd not even been in that side of the house since then.

She crept through the door that linked the suites to the house and tiptoed over to the kitchen, it was dark still, the first light of dawn just beginning to crest over the tree tops and light the house in a cold dimness.

She set her bowl and mug down and opened the fridge to grab the milk.

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[keynvor-blog]

                                       oh the saddest is still left to say; we could be.

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[heliwrr-blog]

      It had been a while since Aleksey had seen Sam, they both liked their space but still Aleksey was used to seeing him at least in passing.

He.. wasn't worried. No. Not at all. Sam was a big boy and could look after himself and Aleksey couldn't just impose and come over and check on him without a reason. At least when he was human but he actually wanted to have a conversation so wolf was out of the question. He could talk to him about class, but there wasn't really anything to talk about Aleksey felt like he was doing pretty well, even if he still hated essays he got them done, he enjoyed the lessons.

Then, finally a reason dropped into his lap in the form of a book in what appeared to be enochian—a language Aleksey couldn't read, but he was willing to bet that Sam could.

So armed with his book in his bag and paired with a bottle of whisky Aleksey headed over to Sam's house next door.

He knocked politely and waited.

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