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     Her gaze falls to the arm of her throne,  to the slender finger teasing patterns along the wood.  No doubt the action’s purpose is to gain her attention ;  to entice her ;  to make her breath catch and her imagination run wild  –  her lover knows her better than she knows herself.  Gone is the disapproving voice of her ticha,  demanding she push such weakness aside and focus on her people and a vision of the future.  Her only thought is how much she yearns for her lover’s touch,  for the embrace that allows her to forget the burden she was born to bear,  if only for a few stolen moments.  

     So strong is her longing that she almost misses the other’s words,  lost as she is in daydreams of the bliss only Costia can bring.  She has to draw herself back to attention with a sharp breath,  cheeks tinting a soft pink as her gaze lifts to meet her lover’s.   “ A throne should not be comfortable.  No ruler should enjoy sitting on it.  Though it does look rather tempting to me right this moment.  Too tempting. ”

       fingertip  finds  the  smallest  of  cracks  in  the  smooth  wooden  arm,  evidence  of  many  years  of  meetings  and  use.  “  too  tempting,  hm ?  you  could  come  and  join  me.  there  is  plenty  of  room.  ”  eyelids  fluttered  as  she  gazed  at  the  brunette  with  curled  lips.  after  so  long  together,  costia  knew  just  what  to  do  or  say  to  her  partner.  it  was  as  if  they  were  one  cohesive  unit.

    ❝     A week ago, some kid pulled a knife on me. —– And all I could think was, ’ good ’. He should be on edge and defensive at all times.     ❞     Because that’s the way the world’s been for so long, right? Never knowing when one could trust a stranger. Never knowing if someone is holding a deadly secret or is aiming to kill someone for what they possess.     ❝     Then I remembered, it’s over. The horrors we have lived through those years… it’s over and done with.     ❞     But it doesn’t feel that way. What he’s endured —– what they’ve all endured, that shit stays, doesn’t it?

Some days, this group feels like a waste of time. As if talking out one’s feelings is gonna actually solve a damn thing. But he attends every week like clockwork. Made a promise to his lady and everything. Maybe it’s for the best. He’d like to think he’s made a friend or two out of this situation. Like the one sitting adjacent to him.     ❝     It’s over, right?     ❞    

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                                                                   it’s  over,  right ?  

those  three  little  words  made  glenn’s  mind  a  tornado  of  chaos.  it  should  be  over.  the  undead  were  gone,  things  were  slowly  rebuilding.  but  even  the  ones  with  the  most  humanity  left  questioned  their  situation.  “  i  don’t  think  it’s  ever  going  to  truly  be  over.  what  we  all  went  through,  what  we  all  did  --  it  changed  us.  whether  it  was  for  the  better  or  the  worse ...  i  guess  we  don’t  know.  ”

          ❝ just somethin’ about him. ❞  it’s an honest answer.  ezekiel intrigues her, not to mention he’s kind and obviously very fond of carol.  feels good to be wanted, to be appreciated.  not that she isn’t here.  it’s just…  being here don’t feel right anymore.  she feels that her place may be at the kingdom.  ❝ him and henry…  they need me. ❞

her soft spot for children is showing. someone should spoil them. why not the richest girl on campus?     ❝   i’ve a growing list of requests dr.saltzman keeps texting me.    ❞    they’ve entered the gushing portion of girls day out. pausing mid-stride, hand hovering over the door handle, she shrugs. school was school. learning not only magic, but average curriculum? was something to be taken in stride.     ❝    no body slamming jed or filling lizzie’s shampoo bottle with nair this week. i’m on vacay.    ❞

boring but necessary. the less time she spent putting the riff-raff in their place? the less time she spent in miss.tig’s office. peeling through layers of her psyche to understand why. as if watching saltzman’s brain lock up needed explaining.     ❝    i know drives from new orleans to mystic falls aren’t exactly a fun time for everyone. anything new to report on how freya and keelin are doing? vincent?   ❞

     "  filling  a  shampoo  bottle  with  nair ?  that  is  old  news,  sweetheart.  i’m  going  to  have  to  teach  you  some  other  ways.  "  hayley  had  pulled  some  good  pranks  years  ago.  and  what  better  way  than  to  bond  over  that ?  

          ❝   was   planning   to,   yeah.   ❞      they   needed   a   good   cleaning   after   having   been   used   for   the   war.      she’s   glad   that’s   over   now   though.      the   communities   can   finally   be   at   peace.      ❝   you   know   i’ve   been   thinking…      might   go   back   to   the   kingdom   with   ezekiel.   ❞