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Her breath caught in her throat as his smooth voice found its way to her ears. They were just five words but that single sentence weighted deeply on her heart. It was maybe even more powerful than hearing him say he loved her, especially since he had let her go in the past.

Fool me once, shame on me....

But this wasn't just somebody, this was Louis. Her Louis and they were together.

None of this felt real. It couldn't be. It had to be her sanity pulling tricks on her. Lifting her petite hands to her face, she pressed the palms over her hands over her eyes while shaking her head. With each rotation of her head, her golden locks bounced about her shoulders.

"I've dreamed of this moment." Her bell like voice sounded, broken, cracked with the weight of her emotions. "So many times....I've heard you say those same words..." Her sentence cut off as a tremble rippled through her body and she attempt to hold back a sob.

Louis...? 

He couldn’t resist, couldn’t withhold. As she was wracked with repressed sobs, he seized on her, gathered in his arms as he had done time and time again. Ah, but she was perfect, was she not? Still, completely perfect, made so for him. Her fit in his arms, her sweetly roseate scent, a scent which clung to the blond cascade of her curls, which settled now under his chin as he cradled her against his chest. She was so small, so delicate, and though she had all the strength of a vampire, and he was none to strong and even as a mortal man, had never been, he still feared to hurt her. He could only use the lightest of touches, even the kiss he placed on the top of her head, now, was barely there, the press of silken skin to her aureate hair as he clung to her.

This was a dream, a perfect dream. How had she been delivered to him, so perfect, so completely and utterly perfect, still half a doll to him even now. “I have broken such promises to you, I know, I know,” he murmured, his voice rich with feeling, his accent thick as it had ever been, straining distantly. “But I’ve meant them, I’ve always meant to keep them, each time. Don’t you see? I have never chosen to abandon you. Never.” He drew back only enough to gently pry her delicate hands from her face, and these he kissed, his cool lips tremulous against the heat of her bloody, warm tears. The taste of them, even distant as this, the taste of her, her blood, maddened him. 

Nyx was sat curled up reading a book. To say that their relationship was chaotic was an understatement it was certainly one of her more peculiar relationships. She sensed the girl hover near her before she could realise what she wanted Nyx felt a kiss on her forehead. She looked up at her, “what was that for?” 

He had been watching his master engage with this woman and while it appeared that Anselm really did have feelings for this being, Dietrich couldn’t trust it. There was great concern that this being could be hurt or worse, killed. 

“He’s used and discarded others before you...” Brandt expected outrage, of course; he’d been priming himself for the chance that he’d get slapped. At the least. Maybe maimed. At the worst. “I couldn’t bear to watch anymore without warning you.”

The young woman was quite brave standing up to Claudia. Although, at this point, she didn’t know who Claudia really was... Regina hated to cause conflict for any reason and between friends, well, that made things even worse.  Her face showed that stress and pain. She pushed her science books aside and stood up from the desk she had been sitting at, glancing around to see if anyone else were looking in their direction. The last thing she needed was for this to become a full blown out situation where it would get back to her mother. She stepped forward to Claudia and held up a hand to lightly touch the girl’s arm. 

Robin could hardly contain the grin that broke out upon his lips. Seeing that smirk on Claudia’s lips always warmed that undead heart of his. 

𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐𝘩 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝘴 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔𝘴 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛, 𝑡𝘩𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝘩𝑎𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠.