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Promo made by @multistoty

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for my bestie over at @whispering-collective

he heard the footsteps behind him as he sought somewhere quiet - somewhere far from the crush of the ball. he grit his teeth in annoyance. he recognized the tread, the person who followed him far more familiar than he would have liked. but how could it have been otherwise? after all, she’d been haunting him for months - it was foolish to have expected any reprise... anthony stopped suddenly and whirled around.    “  have you been following me?  ”    he demanded, a smirk curving at the corner of his mouth.

❝Everyone SAYS I look happy.           ❞ Her words are mumbled, almost as if she didn’t WANT the other person to hear but it’s spoken all the same. There is a sigh in her lungs, but she holds it back as best she could. Lips then THIN into a line as blue eyes dart away. She didn’t much like to feel this VULNERABLE and the desire to allow the earth to swallow her whole was growing by the minute.

Happiness depends on being free, and freedom depends on being courageous.He knew the law of such things: people in brightly lit places cannot see into the dark.Yet, the woman in his arms was a rare soul. A flash of sunlight in the midnight sky. Maybe there were a hundred different ways to fall in love. Holding the waist of a woman as he taught her how to use a knife might just be one of them. Love was a heartless bastard, and truth a cruel mistress. The wind tickled pleasantly along the expanse of ivory sin. The song of the highlands echoing through the air like an old friend. She may not have been royalty though the nobility was found in more than strong jaw. The sort of soul that may sink fangs in danger though remained beautifully intoxicated over the surface.“You don't need to be gifted with a blade. You are your own best weapon.” he reminded as they locked eyes. Her frustration plain. The fraser man struggled against the notion that he enjoyed the closeness of her.

Enid couldn’t help smiling and clapping looking at the other in the jumper she had knit for a few weeks and the hair band she had picked up at the small town claires. A good makeover was never a waste even if they seemed to feel differently. “Come on, you have never looked better.”