#thelcwless

somehow, the butterfly press of fingertips to the raised scar tissue feels more intimate than when he'd had nik inside him, felt his mouth around far more sensual places. here - no one touched, even after all the other hidden crevices of the body were explored. unnoticed, unmentioned, but roman never forgot it's presence. air exhales like a soft gush of spring's warming wind as nik's fingers make the tender contact, a shiver sent electrifying across roman's spine.

" mmm. " he mused with the content sigh, eyes peeking open to stare towards the stars sparkling like diamonds out the window. wiggled backwards, to close any space left between them. as if the question was an anchor, tethering them together. anyone could share lust, but it took something else to earn a secret.

roman's head leaned back, finding home at a twisted angle against nik's upper chest, curled around so he could only see half of his face. " i'll tell you anythin' you wanna know... if you really wanna know it. " he promised, blinking slow && lazy through half-lidded green hues. " i trusted someone once. they set me up. told me they had a buyer, for the... product i move... ended up jumped && robbed. doc said it was some sorta miracle i survived. "

This is not the first or the last time Weston will end up in the hospital. No rider ever wants the news that he's being transferred to the local hospital, but this is why he has excellent health coverage. But in truth, it's an undeniable part of his career. Don't ride if you can't take the pain.

But he's really, really hoping that his ankle isn't broken. They still haven't given word if it is, but they did assure him they called his emergency contact, so his brother should be here any minute now that the event is over for the night. Not like they needed to call Colt, when he was there, but it's not a big deal that they did.

Wes sighs, looking up at the florescent lights. Bored, but his phone is charging and the cable isn't long enough for him to comfortably use it while it is. The door opens and he turns to look, expecting his older brother's sarcastic grin before he says something like shouldn't have fallen off.

That's not who is in the doorway. Wes swallows hard, he doesn't know what to say, what words to let out and keep in, so he settles on an awkward, "Hey."

he thought he'd been more careful than that - maybe in his years, isaak had gotten clumsy, messy, less aware. when he killed, it was meant to stay a secret. he had a reputation to protect, an honored place in court, an esteemed legacy of the volkov to tend towards. in a world where creatures were hunted for sport, it was a blessing to be as wealthy && respected as he.

and so- isaak was not supposed to be found with his fangs bared, hands on a corpse, and blood spilling down from his chin as he pulled from taking his fill. he was not supposed to be seen with eyes glowing amber, or his clothes torn from the struggle the mortal had put up as he killed them. in fact, it was downright embarrassing that he'd wound up in such an unflattering, unsettling predicament. the vampire stood slowly, letting the body now cold && pale && limp thud to the floor. he adjusted the cuff of his shirt after wiping his mouth - but there was too much blood, plenty still remained splattered on his face. " well. you are certainly not supposed to be here, are you? some trouble this is for us both. "

eyes widened as the harsh tone met her ears. she knew better than to let her voice raise above a quiet tone, with colt being a light sleeper, and not always the best at going down. but embarrassment, frustration, and... something perplexing, like guilt, simmered just beneath the surface as she scoffed.

" that is hardly an appropriate assumption to make. " piper snapped in return, arms crossing like armor over her chest as she faced heaven fully. she wasn't stupid. she knew that lines had been crossed. there were nights she came home late from an overtime shift, and craved the comfort of warmth... craved something to remind her that life wasn't always boring, numb, dull.

she'd taken advantage, maybe. tugged at strings she shouldn't have. placed tender kisses at midnight against lips that piper knew better than to play with. her cheeks heated copper, just like her hair. " and my- my sex life isn't... you don't need to know anything about that. but if you must know, jeff is a nice guy. " so she'd wait, at least, until the 3rd date. if she didn't die of boredom first. " he has a good job. he owns a house, he has a car, no crazy ex-wife, and hell, he used to ride horses competitively! and i- i don't need to... explain myself to you. "

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to betray the mad queen of winter is to sign one's own death warrant - everyone who is privy to the workings of the fae know that. and yet, much to balial's amusement && utter surprise... some still try. oh, to be sure, each of the royal family had a bounty on their heads that would compare to no other fortune, but to even so much as try to breech their impenetrable castle of ice, bone, && stone through the blizzards that surround the unseelie court is an impossible ask. not to mention - queen mab had each son blessed (cursed?) at birth. they were all immortal, with unnatural strength, the ability to heal, and syphoned energy from the snow itself.

there was no going against the unseelie queen && her trio of princes. many had tried, and each one had failed. there was word in the realm of another attempt to try && steal what was theirs - balial listened to the rumors, and followed the lead, ready to swing the metaphorical sword && end the problem where it began.

but the home was empty. he trusted his tracking skills to know that the betrayal had come from them... and by looking around, it was plain to see they had fled the scene, running he was sure, to the seelie court's protection of summer && light. pathetic, truly. he would set the home on fire, wait around && watch it burn, before setting back off towards home yet again.

something caught the faery's eye - a box, it moved, it squeaked, like something was inside. but he'd already lit the match, and balial hated fire... for a moment, he considered leaving whatever it was there, to burn among the rest of abandoned belongings, the memory of a family he'd kill one by one with due time. but the box squeaked again, and he dragged it outside, avoiding delicately the flames that had started to lick the walls clean of the picture frames.

once safely away from the smoldering of the house, balial pried open the lid of the large crate, blinking down to what he saw inside before a raw, brutal, cold laugh escaped his lips.

" is this supposed to a present for me, or a finder's fee? let me guess. your family left you behind in hopes your death would be enough to buy their freedom. "

a study in;; closed hearts that yearn to be open, monsters shadowed in bitter emerald envy, unlearning every toxic habit, the lack of words for the feelings that swell, softness found in bruised knuckles, ownership without labels, lust that turns to romance, the complications of falling for your friend.

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a bitter scoff, twisted up in some semblance of a calculated laugh, came out strangled from the low depth of the sultana's throat. " love? " she repeated, eyes not leaving the red spitting cobra that she was carefully tending to. there was no fear or hesitance in her motions. she knew the viper would not bite.

" you mislead yourself. what we have is not love. that is a notion of fantasy reserved for the underprivileged who have nothing else to strife for. it is what takes the place of lost power, and it is has no home in the hearts of royal blooded. " haspira spoke lightly, without care nor pain in the cold but aloof tone. as if she spoke of dinner, or fashion, a passing subject with little bearing.

the snake wrapped itself affectionately around haspira's wrist, slithering in a coil over her arm, and a half-smile graced her lips. fondness in her eyes for the creature, but it erased from the kohl-rimmed hues when she took a look into the other's own expression in the firelight. " oh, do not look at me with such a mournful gaze. you knew better, pet. " she shook off the snake, crossing the space to the other. " there is no price to pay for love. love is the price. only the powerful know better than to pay. "