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Rionaâs flush was evident even in the moonlight. âThank you so much.â She fluttered them slowly.
She looked at the woman in the foliage, and she tilted her head. âAre you alright?â she asked.
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@laurelaiwingatesâ continued from x.
Rionaâs flush was evident even in the moonlight. âThank you so much.â She fluttered them slowly.
She looked at the woman in the foliage, and she tilted her head. âAre you alright?â she asked.

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"[REDACTED]?" She whispers, squinting curiously.
Silver, who is not yet Silver at all, stiffens. He hates that the sound of the name from her lips doesnât make him want to run. It should. By all rights, it should. Maybe heâs disconnected himself from it enough to be unbothered- or maybe heâs too secure in his place here to even think about fleeing from something as meaningless as a name.
âThatâs not what they call me now,â he says quietly. He tells her his other name, the one Horst calls out in fondness and exasperation; the one Lucy giggles through when he makes her laugh. âUse that, or donât call for me at all.â
He pats the wooden bench beside him, then scoots further up it to make room. The more he sees Laurelai, the easier it to associate her with the now and not the then.
âTell me you didnât follow me here, to Polorus. Tell me you had no idea I was ever here- that all of this is coincidence.â
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"I wonder what would happen, if I turned someone like you."
  âEeeeehhhhhh--â
There was a big, hesitated pause. Connor absolutely should not even begin to wonder the horrors of two monstrosities raging in his veins, considering the one heâs already dealing with.
   âThatâs uh...I canât answer that. And,    no offense, Iâd really rather much not    find out. For both our sakes.â
"You aren't going to make me leave?" Laurelai peeked out from behind the gravestone, still somewhat fearful of reprisal. "You are not.. territorial?"
"'Course not. Wouldn't kick anybody out if they need a place to stay." Truck watched the llamia curiously. She didn't seem to have the cocky disregard for others that many of their kind did, which was a nice change of pace.Â
"Can't say I'm not a little territorial, though. Been staying here a few years now, and it makes a man protective, having a home to look after. And keeping it nice and cozy depends on how we behave, you and me. Got a kind of symbiotic relationship with the neighborhood and the people, keeps folks from showing up here with pitchforks. Well, most of the time." There had been a few incidents here and there, but nothing quite bad enough to make him pack up and try to relocate, for which he was grateful. "Don't mind a visitor of course, glad to have the company, but it's best for both of us if you follow my lead while you're here. No unwilling donors, no killing, that kinda thing. Sound manageable?"
"How else am I supposed to look at you?" Laurelai pouted, bewildered. "I thought we were friends?"
âI didnae mean it in a bad way,â Eilidh explained, feeling guilty about the misunderstanding and squirming a little under the weight of Laurelaiâs hurt feelings. âJust that youâre...â What? Scary but a bit sexy? Sexy but a bit scary? The sort of woman Eilidh wouldnât mind being a little scared of in bed?Â
âYouâre distractinâ me.â She gave an exasperated laugh, cheeks warming. âLookinâ at me like you want to take my fuckinâ clothes off.â

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 âOh? Really?â Laurelai blinked, her confusion deepening with Victorâs description. She had been up to much in the years since they had separated, and not one but several of her recent acquaintances could be described as dashing.
Or delicious. Or even dangerous.
  [so maybe she had a type. so what.]
Her eyes flicked past Victor to the door, her smile faltering.
 âI do not kill, or feed in my nest. It is too risky.â She replied on the subject of breakfast, then rising more fully to face her fledgling.
 âWho have you been following, mon cherĂŠ? Do you sew trouble for me?â
  âForgive me. Iâll take her somewhere    inconspicuous and make sure sheâs    never even seen this place.â
He couldnât look away from Laurelai, his gaze roaming over the features heâd missed so much. There was nothing he wanted more than to just hold her body against his as they got tangled in her nest, but he learned patience from her. Still, he inched closer so he could kiss her cheek.
   âSewing trouble? Never, I loathe to    inconvenience you.â
Or, at least his intention wasnât to stir up trouble. Unfortunately, Victor somehow always fell into some sort of trouble ranging fully from a mishap to a catastrophe. At that moment, he was unaware of anything out of the ordinary, and he did take extra care to make sure nothing followed him to the tomb.
Not like any of those thoughts crossed his mind, not when there was so much new to talk about.
   âI suppose you and I have different views    on people. Iâm afraid I didnât catch his name,    but...â
He bit his lip with a soft huff.
   âCascading curls, eyes with a thousand    secrets, smells like brine, sound familiar?â
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âListen, buddy, pal, friendo with so many teeth. Â Â Â Â --You canât stay out here on my balcony, youâre gonna give my partner a heart attack when he comes home.
      Heâs very fragile when it comes to his mood.â
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 âOh, Oui? I may not have told you, but that is also my waking-day. I have had five, now.â Laurelai was already smiling from ear to ear as she accepted the little pot of roses. Delighted by the gift, she sat down immediately (in the middle of the floor) to admire the tiny plant.
 âThese are lovely, thank you! I have missed my roses, with the snow.â She gestured at one of the dusty stained glass windows, vaguely annoyed at the weather outside. âAnd I have missed you, too, cherĂŠ. I feared you had gone.â
  âHappy waking day! How very appropriate such    a day fall on one that ties closely to romance.â
In order to make her feel more comfortable, and to keep her neck from straining more importantly, he sat alongside her, pulling his legs in with a straight back.
   âI was, for a time, but Iâve always had a difficult    time staying away from here for too long. Besides,    I always want to make sure youâre doing well.â