#(clara.)

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I hope you don't mind, but I made a little sketch of Grace. I hope you like it 🫶🏻

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OFCOURSE I DONT MIND HAVING A MASTER PIECE LIKE THIS OF MY DAUGHTERAAAAAAAAA

Why was it that Clara couldn’t be brave for once? She had liked Bryn for months now -- one of the few things in her life that hadn’t seemed to fluctuate. Perhaps it was the thought of losing them that scared her so much, especially if they didn’t feel the same. What if they never wanted to speak to her again? Her first lifeline from her time at the academy would be gone as if it never existed. Meaningless. The thought of it alone sent shivers up her spine. For now, Clara could write the shiver off on the extremely slight nip in the air. 

The sight of the familiar professor was a comforting one. Professor Woods had always shown her nothing but genuine kindness and although she was not a student of his, she felt understood by him. It had been a short time since Professor Soliel had been injured and she had healed him and she had made several visits to their home to check up on him. 

From the look on the man’s face, he needed someone to talk to. Could Clara be that person? Something in her wanted to figure it out.

His role as an undercover operative meant that relationships outside of his family---and what little remained of it---had to be kept to a minimum. Cassian spent most of his time with Tatiana as it was, there weren’t many instances when he was able to slip away from the Winter Court princess, and even when there were, he usually ended up remaining by her side all the same. However, there were some instincts that even he couldn’t ignore, his wealth of self-control notwithstanding, and there was nothing like the Full Moon to bring them out tenfold. It boggled him to no end that the date of the wedding had coincided directly with the most important part of the Lunar Cycle, was it the Night Court’s way of boasting their superiority over the Wild Hunt? 

It wouldn’t have surprised him, smarmy, stuck-up bastards that they were. But, it was Cassian’s duty to attend the extravagant affair as the tsarina’s bodyguard, more than that it was the perfect opportunity to gather intel as a spy. Lucien was already present, rightfully so, as his position of King of Wolves demanded of him, but it wasn’t as if Cassian could seek him out---not when he was meant to be undercover. There was much work to be done though, it was as Tatiana was mingling with Arielle and Calliope---two of the princess’s closest friends---that Cassian took it upon himself to slip away unnoticed. In his sleek, dark blue tuxedo, the very same color as the Night Court’s star filled sky, he made a sharp, polished figure, easily navigating the crowded ballroom. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for at first. Ares, perhaps? God only knew what the fucker was up to tonight, he couldn’t have been pleased with Tatiana’s choice of date for one.

Except. There, across the dance floor, in a sparkling blue dress. Tan skin, lustrous brown hair, playful eyes. Clara. Immediately, the wolf inside of Cassian came to life with a pleased, hungry growl, how long had it been since he’d last seen his fellow Wild Hunt packmate? Consistency and stability were two things that he had never been able to offer her, but companionship during the Full Moon had come naturally enough, he couldn’t recall the amount of times that he’d whisked her away into the woods to pin her up against a nearby tree or have his way with her in one of the mating tents. He was fond of her, to say the least, she provided him with comfort and intimacy when he needed it most, and he never, ever left her unsatisfied as a result. 

A slow, lazy grin worked its way across his face as he approached her, large hands tucked into the pockets of his crisp trousers, surely nobody would pay him any mind if he stopped to check in on her for a second. He hadn’t been back to The Widowed Oak in months---too busy. “Songbird,” he said easily, good-naturedly, the petname he’d always favored her rolling off of his tongue with little to no effort. He tilted his head towards hers in greeting, he wondered if she’d be able to feel the heat of his skin rolling off of him in waves. “I didn’t think I’d get to see you here tonight. Did somebody call for a huntress?” 

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