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              He never predicted this, then again he supposed things had always proved to be unpredictable when it came to the nature of their relationship. He’d thought after graduation, when they had both gone their separate ways, neither willing to surrender to their plans for the future, the spark that once burned so bright had been blown out. 

            Years had passed, that spark lying dormant until one night he had made the last minute decision to attend the Night Raven reunion, and the past had opened up something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Seeing him there across the way, looking at him from across the room, sharing the dance they had shared so long ago. He didn’t believe in fate, his life had certainly been enough proof for him to see that, but that once snuffed out flame had once again ignited. 

         Perhaps its why he’s here in his arms now, then back at home where he should be courting yet another bland suitor, securing his bloodline. Instead his lips are trailing down the inside of the queen’s thighs, drowning in his scent. It was euphoric how time seemed to transcend the two, to see how much the queen grew and changed. Strong, a presence that now stopped the room with more than just his good looks, but the authority and power that now came along with him. 

                                 And of course some of the things that stayed the same―

        The lion chuckles as his lips find Vil’s, kissing him deeply. ‘ I like that I can still make you blush ’ he whispered against his lips, his hands gliding up from Vil’s waist. The lion recalling every pleasure point of his, where he was the weakest to his touch, every mark he’d ever left on his body as if he’d known he’d be back here one day. Every cry, whimper and moan that escaped their lips only further his momentum, his strong arms scooping Vil up as he moved in himself faster and deeper. 

          It was only to be one dance. One dance where they got to be young again and they would return back to their lives the moment the clock stuck midnight. Forgetting all about that boy he had let into his heart, the one who nagged him constantly, infuriating, annoying. That same boy who climbed onto the back of his motorcycle, the boy he saw behind all the make up and mirrors in the shower where he held onto Leona like he was the only thing keeping him afloat. Who blushed and got upset whenever Leona did something inappropriate or embarrassing. The queen who had brought him to his knees. 

             ❛ You know... humans.... we’re far from perfect, but we are good.  ❜

MUN && MUSE 

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how is my muse typically seen by others? does it ring true to who they really are? does their reputation matter to them?  

           Freya is very much an open book, there is very little she is really closed off about. She’s all about experience, she loves living in the moment and doesn’t believe she can be her best self is she’s hiding things about herself. She does have some doubt though, her magic and her identity as a witch is where most of her insecurities fester. Growing up, her coven would make her feel like she didn’t belong because of her powers being boxed in. She was never in the same skill level as other witches and so when she’s around magic users she tends to be a little more on the nervous side. 

          Her reputation isn’t something she really cares for, she is who she is and she’ll slam the door on anyone trying to tell her she’s wrong for it. She strives to be a good person, and as long as she’s doing what’s right and follows her heart, what others think is entirely their problem, not hers.