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     SHE COULD BARELY KEEP ROBB on his feet and moving forwards, his much taller frame almost eclipsing her. To his credit, he tried to walk along with her, but she was just moving too fast for him to do so. All she had on her mind was to create as much distance between them and the Twins as she could possibly manage and pray to both the Old Gods and the New that nobody saw and recognized them.

     Glancing over her shoulder to make sure nobody was following them, she grabbed Robb by the belt and hoisted him a little higher on her shoulder, feeling him slipping down. “C’mon, Your Grace,” she muttered through gritted teeth, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts, burning her lungs in a fight for more air. “Don’t go passing out on me now, I cannot carry you.”

     It wasn’t until she had dragged him far enough into the trees for the moon and stars to no longer be visible above them, and the sounds of battle only faintly audible in the distance, that she slowed a little bit, trying to catch her breath. It was that moment when she heard a twig snap to her right. She tried to spin, being held back by Robb’s weight still resting partially on her, and dropping him in the process.

❛  believe it or not, i do enjoy spending time with you.  ❜ to Penelope from Lucien

The half nymph gave a soft laugh "I have never doubted it as you are always the one seeking me out" she teased. In truth she like his company as well, even on days like this, sitting on the banks by the river reading a book. Spring was a lovely enough court most of the time, but she found she rather enjoyed the peace away from the main gatherings on nice days like this. Penelope was born out of a love affair between a high fae father and a flower nymph mother, so she often wondered if she even belonged at court in the first place.

A concubine to Devil -- that had been what Van Helsing had called her. She'd overheard those horrible conversations, those slanderous, vile things he had said while she lay dying by the hands of a monster. Lucy Westenra hadn't considered herself to be such a creature -- she hadn't chosen this life.

Yet, she'd been sent to Hell for something out of her control. She hadn't willingly chosen to be a vampire, a creature of the night. It was only natural that the undead orphan end up at a joint like this, somewhere that offered up the idea of "salvation".

Still, some of these creatures frightened her despite her own vampiric strengths.

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Logan had showered in Magnus' suite bathroom while the other had gone out to grab something, he wasn't sure. So when he got his boxers on and wandered around the room in only that, one of the cats wandered out from under the bed. He couldn't remember it's name unfortunately but the feline hopped on the bed and meowed at the blonde, and he's never one to decline an animal a good scratch behind the ears.

Only after he'd leaned against the bed and smiled at the way the cat leaned into his fingertips did Logan hear the door open. Looking up, he found Magnus standing there and the blonde couldn't hold back a sweet little smile. Yes, the blush was creeping up the back of his neck but for some reason...he didn't move to cover himself up. Not even a little bit. Instead, he straightened a bit, running a hand through his damp strands of golden hair.