#worldofsenelfy

"I'm sorry, why would he keep eating small amounts of cyanide if he secretly knows it's poisonous. Is there something I don't know?"

"This is a little... alarming."

The gentle clattering of cup against plate slowly came to a stop as Gemina lowered her tea back down to the table. She eyed Jas for a moment before offering the other woman a gentle smile. "Yes, but for no real reason. I'm expecting company over the next week or so that is hard to prepare for."

She sniffed sharply before rolling her shoulders back to adjust how she was sitting. "My-.. Ex-husband of sorts recently informed me he'd be coming to stay for a short time. Things always get a tad complicated when he's around."

"What? Flirting with me when he knew I wasn't available? It seemed to me that he was more interested in you, babe," she giggled amusedly as they sat in the car again. She turned to him with a knowing smile, mischief on her lips. "He's my client, Will. I work with him, but if you're interested, I'll hook you up too."

That he was cute when jealousy tugged at him, she'd better not tell him, but she wanted to give him the reassurance he needed.

"What's that behind your back..?"

Dev glanced over his shoulder, a faint smile playing at his lips. “You mean the fire tattoo? Got it done years ago. It’s a reminder of the fire that burns inside me- relentless, fierce, and impossible to put out.”

Billy had gotten into the habit now of reading her like a book, then telling her about it. She wasn't fine in the slightest, on that they could agree. But Kit also knew that if she were to eat something, she'd be throwing it back up within about ten minutes.

It didn't matter that the man on the bike hadn't been Sebastian after all. The fact that she'd thought it was in the micro-seconds as her arse hit the cold, wet ground was enough to set her stomach churning for at least the next twelve hours, the pervading sensation of being watched, preyed upon, stalked, returning with full force and psychologically slapping her upside the head was enough to guarantee that food was now persona no grata for the time being.

But at least she could still claim a phyrric victory in taking good old Bill by surprise with her choice of expletive.

🌌 When the Moorlands Follow | Maverick & Yaira | closed starter

The human realm wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Maverick stood in the dim street, the weak light of a lamp casting long shadows across the cobblestones. The air pressed against him in a way that felt wrong. Too heavy. Too familiar. He crouched beside a shop wall, brushing his fingers against the ivy crawling over the brick. It trembled even though the night was still. The veins glowed faintly, subtle enough a human would miss it. This was the third time he had found something like this. Out-of-season plants. Shadows moving where they shouldn’t. Fae magic seeping into a world not built to contain it. He knew what it meant. The Moorlands were pushing through. They were showing him they could. Testing him. The emissary’s words came back sharp: Bring her back, or we’ll do it ourselves. He had said no. He was realizing that wouldn’t be enough.

The ivy thickened as he followed the trail, until it curled tight around a doorway. His chest tightened when he recognized it- her door. Of course it led here. The magic was drawn to her. That meant the Moorlands had found her already. Yaira wasn’t safe. He hesitated at the step. If he stayed hidden, he kept her out of his world a little longer. If he went inside, he risked pulling her deeper into it. But he couldn’t turn back. Not with the magic already crawling over her walls. He brushed the ivy aside and knocked, firm and steady even though his stomach turned at what this might cost her.

“Yaira,” he said, his voice low but carrying. “It’s me. Open the door.”

The woman looked at him in slight confusion until she realized that what he had was not his own items. The knowing look was evident over her soft features. " Oh okay, I see." Maybe it was a bad idea to approach him but also she felt even more bad if that was the type of situation he was in. Homeless maybe? Looking over closely at the carton he took it was rather dirty like he maybe have grab it from the trash bin.

Closed starter for @worldofsenelfy (Will)

It had only been two months since their last reunion, but the more Conláed had wished to see William again, the more it had seemed like an eternity. They had exchanged their loose summer clothes for cloaks when his father's carriage passed the city gate leading to the king's castle. William's invitation to join him at the winter solstice was finally honored.

When they had left the carriage and were admitted to the interior of the castle, Conláed was seized with a pleased, light feeling that accompanied him until they finally came face to face with the king. He was so happy to see him again that he imagined flinging his arms around his neck, but that really didn't boast of being a greeting, right? At least, the prince did so only in his mind as William approached them.