#untilweblvvd

          curled;      tucked into        the     frigid     cold snow,        alongside a      warm - inn,            theon       felt his        mind       contract.           /           caught     between          reek            &&          theon.               wavering,       on    instability,         &&         unkindness.           the      inn      would only          accept      coin,        which theon         did     not   possess.         stomach       growled,            yet,       theon  was         used to         days without        food;          water.            even,       shelter was       a        foreign     concept to       him    now.              tucked             in     cold       temperature,        pressed to        the     wooden     structure,              only the     hard      earth        could     keep him         company    here.               /                 theon       agonized      over the         soft      noise of       men,         with      ladies      bought for        the    night.         their      sounds of      lust traveled      down from            broken        windows.             skin     boiled with          heat.        memories of        paying      coin for      a     warm    body,        eagerly       reminded him      of       times as        theon.             --          times that        could never       be again.        never.          --        even      as a        free      being;         he was       forever     what     ramsey   made of him.

          stinking,         shamed.          --       reeking     filth.           swallowing       bile down      his    throat.              theon       clenched his       eyes     shut,      willed the      wind to      drown out those       pleasurable      sounds.             /            it made       him     ache.           blood    rush      south,       where     there     was     barely    a    stub to        fill.           shame    overtook him.        hands     covered his      ears.         twitches     began on     his        face.         theon      began to     rock.           pray for      sleep.        the    warmth of      the    wood,        was the    only reason      he    stayed      put.         he    would freeze       in the     snow.             /          he had      cleared a      patch of       dead       grass       right    against the     building.           so the     white      fluff      did not      chill    him,       only the     cold     earth    did.

Due to having a face full of blonde hair, Jax managed to wake up before Bridget. It took a few seconds for the memories from last night to kick in, reminding him that he’d driven pissdrunk to see a girl who probably only let him in because she pitied him. But hell, if pity was the reason he found himself waking up in her bed again, he’d take it. Call it phase one of a plan he didn’t even realize he’d had until last night. Phase two could start now. He carefully and quietly pulled himself out of the bed and got dressed before heading for the front door, grabbing her house keys on the way. Breakfast in bed after a night of cuddling? Talk about boyfriend material. He couldn’t have been gone more than half an hour, but when he let himself back in (a bag of bagels and donuts under one arm, a tray of coffee in the other) he was greeted by her sitting on the couch. “Damn. I was about to be romantic as hell and you ruined it.” he told her with a little laugh as he set the food on the coffee table in front of her. “But I still got your favorite donut, your favorite bagel with the funky cream cheese you like, and your coffee with way too much sugar.” Jax grinned as he sat down next to the girl before noticing the look she was giving him. “Somethin’ wrong?” he asked curiously.

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✵･ﾟ° ꋧ ▼  ҉   ❯ ●°༶ ❜△ THEY HAVE BEEN FRIENDS EVER SINCE FRESHMAN YEAR OF COLLEGE, classmates, best-mates, always together. Joined at the hip some will say. But never had she felt more for him than that... ‘til one of her friends commenced to probe about whether or not he was free, whether he would like to date some other. Then it changed.  Sofiye became aware of the handsome man he is, of how her belly will do back flips whenever he smiles a certain smile or calls for her by her name. 

They are at the beach and she has worn her favourite red bikini, their friends are loud and happy, drinking beer and being silly. She lounges on a towel by his side, head leaning on his shoulder as so many times, smiling bright at another friend, dimples and show before she feels him moving slightly. “Oh sorry... my head must be heavy”. Sofiye teases before sitting upright. “—I wanna go for a walk, wanna join?”. 

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✵･ﾟ° ꋧ ▼  ҉   ❯ ●°༶ ❜△ DEREK IS MEANT TO HER TUTOR, nothing else. That is what she keeps on repeating amongst thoughts. Italian has lived in America since she was twenty four, now, at twenty nine, it is still hard to digest her accent hasn’t completely left. This is why she needed a mentor, someone to instruct precisely how to process the language as she reads more specific and laborious set of documents. He is ten years her senior, has lived through more than one ought to endure in a lifetime. Yet, she feels drawn to him... like a moth to a flame. Inevitable.

Jacqueline sits by a window after one of their study sessions, rain is pouring down hard outside and her car has been left behind at her apartment. It close to twelve and cold seeps through. Side of her head presses to the window, freezing temperature easing burden of heat she feels inside. “I am sorry to intrude... its late, you must want to go to sleep”. voice speaks while she is scatterbrained after working in too many paperworks with his help. “— I should’ve minded time... I can just... make a run for it”.

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✵･ﾟ° ꋧ ▼  ҉   ❯ ●°༶ ❜△ HE IS NO GOOD, AND SHE IS NOTHING LESS THAN A SPOILED PRINCESS, it would never work between them. Then why is his heart aching as he wakes to her by the side of his hospital bed, her hand clenching onto his shirt as vermillion sleeps at side of him. Edmund had crashed his bike, split his head open and broken a leg in the process. It is not the first time, nor will it be the last, that he will wake in such state, but having her there makes the whole of it worst... as if he were to be held accountable for causing her affliction. 

Hand caresses the top of her head a few times before realizing what he is doing, and after he does, he takes it back and sighs. A few moments pass and she stirs, awakening by his movements with evident concern as well as some other emotion he cannot pinpoint on her face. “I am alright... you didn’t have to stay here all night... go home, your parents must be worried”. 

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✵･ﾟ° ꋧ ▼  ҉   ❯ ●°༶ ❜△ THEY MET BY THE WATER ON ONE OF THE MANY SEA FRONTS THAILAND HAS, Banyan Tree Samui to be precise. Henry had been taking some time off from work, that being an intelligence agent for the INTERPOL. After a long career, he had meant to take a step back and away from hazards his line of work has forced him into, and so, meeting someone with a similar background, about serving a country without purpose other than finding structure... it had been a breath of fresh air. 

It took one night, a beer and a few words spoken to fall for the other. A week and some has passed by rather quickly and he can’t find reason to make her stay by his side other than the affection that has grown for her. They sit on the beach where they met that first night, his hand reaching for a fallen tendril of golden hair, tucking it behind her ear with admire as well as respect for such stunning woman. “Have dinner with me tonight... one last night before going back to reality”.  

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✵･ﾟ° ꋧ ▼  ҉   ❯ ●°༶ ❜△ WOLFSBANE RUNS THROUGH HER VEINS, captured during her wedding’s festivities to pressure her family, as well as her new husband’s clan, to give away power and recede from the land in order for another alpha pack to claim their territory. Wrists are sore from the shackles that bind her to a concrete wall, a rib broken and possibly about to rip into her lung if she were kicked one more time. Her knees are weak, her ankle swollen and her face mingles between purplish as well as crimson blood at flank of it. 

They will come, Charlotte knows they won’t leave her to rot in that place, much less be touched by their filthy hands as the leader of the opposite pack has bragged to the others. Head rests back against the wall, breath slow, thoughts overwrought. Suddenly a hand covers her mouth and a scream is muffled by it, cinder hues brimming with fear and tears before realizing it is him, her husband, and not some other intending to cause her harm. “Are you mad?”. Lotte whispers frantically. “—tell me you didn’t come here alone”. 

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✵･ﾟ° ꋧ ▼  ҉   ❯ ●°༶ ❜△ SIX AGAINST ONE, a long night indeed. Luca was out for blood after a fight with Aleksandar when he found out about Abbey and him leaving for Hawaii, they had screamed to their heart’s content since no other was in the house but Reagan, Alec and himself. He had punched a wall before raging and storming off. After getting drunk with whiskey, a few men tried to take advantage and steal his belongings, but him being the savage son of a bitch he is, beat them ‘til his arms got tired and his knuckles burst open. 

He had been thrown into jail with a bruised cheek and a slit on the side of his head when his head hit the ground after all came down on him. The one call had been Abbey, asking for her to come bail him out. He waits, seated and sober for her to come. Ashamed she has to walk into a place after all she has already gone through.