#theriversiblings

She took the carton of food from him, setting it on her lap and letting the warm radiate outwards across the tops of her thighs. It would probably be lukewarm at best by time they got back to the house, but right now? She thought she could handle cold Chinese food. “You know, you could do that yourself. You’re his best friend, after all. Just...keep him busy and let me be.” She shot back, trying to temper her tone to keep from sounding as angry as she felt. Piper knew Grayson was right. She should rest and stop working for a little bit and just relax, but the idea of that felt like blasphemy when her own friend was stuck in a hospital bed because she was too stupid not to go out with her that night. She stabbed at the food with her fork forcefully several times without ever lifting the food to her mouth. “I don’t know why you’re insisting that it be me. I have shit I need to do...”

“Who, me? No. Why would I be jealous of some guy haggling for my girl’s attention?” He was lying, of course. Stephan had always had a jealous streak, he just wasn’t prone to admitting it. “It’s pathetic, honestly.” He was dismissive but, even as he spoke, he tightened his arm around Bailey’s waist, pulling her close to him. “Of course, that is unless you were trying to make me jealous, dear?”

Val blinked in surprise. “Um...uh, Okay.” she stuttered, socked by how sudden the suggestion came up. “I mean, if you’re okay with actual magic in the bedroom, i think we could make both parts work out.”

“You should’ve taken into consideration the consequences of doing what you just did... Before actually doing it.”

Something they wish they could to tell your muse: How much I care about you, and how hard I fought just to get Chiron to let me go on a mission to get you back.

Something they wish they could to tell your muse: How much I actually care about you, but then you’d just laugh at me or shrug it off or something.

@magicinthestory Bailey’s head was spinning as she was wrenched from the floor, carried into the bubbling lights and the lot of vampires in front of her. She groaned, being dragged by two others that were twice the size as she. She was only five one, small but her spirit and anger were threatening to anyone that came across her. Her head was too heavy to talk right now, and she watched as the many rich vampires in the bustling gold mansion looked over her with speculation. She had earned quite the reputation around the region. Before the rise of vampirism in the twenty first century she had been the only one to make it out of the gruesome death of her family. Vampires had killed them. Ever since that, at the small age of twelve, she had vowed to kill as many vampires possible even if her life depended on it. She was the main leader of the rebel group to killing vampires in the northern region. Small but deadly she was. She had taken down hundreds herself, but thousands with her rag-tag team of vampire hunters. It wasn’t until last night that she had been caught, raiding one of the higher up vampires and ending up being captured. She’d put up quite a fight, killed a lot. But they weren’t going to kill her. As one of the most deadly rebels around, she was worth a ton of money. Many believed that drinking a commander of the rebels blood would make them stronger themselves. She’d been restrained several times, feet and arms leather bound behind her, in nothing but her bra and underwear. Her armor was stripped and so were her weapons. Cuts and bruises covered her body, and she’d been groomed like an animal the night before, the night before she was to be sold. Her brown hair was pin straight, and her green eyes glinted with anger, pale skin against the binds. And to top it off, a collar around her neck with a bright pink bow (how she hated the color). No matter how many chains on her they wouldn’t break her spirit. She was finally regaining consciousness, headed to the stage where she and the rest of her remaining rebels would be sold like cattle. She wanted to faint, from the lack of food and water, as well as the nasty hit to her head that had knocked her out clean. This was humiliating; she’d rather be dead then sold like this. She growled as she was brought on stage, the lights blinding her for a moment as the two men lifted her up and turned her. The bidding had begun. She wasn’t listening, fighting against the men as people called out numbers and numbers. As the men gripped her and touched her, moving her gums to show her teeth off as well as certain other things that she sure wasn’t proud of. One had to punch her to get her down to the floor, injecting her with a sedative, it made her limbs go weak but she was still awake. She was one of the most wanted rebels in the whole country, so any family who could have her would certainly gain a good reputation. The next thing she heard was, “Sold.” The words that would change her life.

@theriversiblings