[M] - We can live like Jack and Sally if we want

Halo Lykoi · 10-29-2010, 01:44 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: graphic sexual content, graphic violence, or extremely offensive material starting with the 19th post. Reader discretion is advised.

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Slender fingers coached away the few strands of hair from her face, and she found that there was a smile dancing upon her lips. How strange, for she was an obsessive pessimist. She wondered whether or not she should aim for some diversity in her style, but she wouldn’t know what to add to it. Her newest addition continued to be the golden dragon embracing her slim, copper pelted wrist. Whenever she felt the world move against her, she focused on that lovely item. It helped, though she continued to battle against her own fears and insecurities when it came to Silas. He knew more than most though, and while she still did not dare to analyse whatever existed between her, she could not help but consider him one of her closest friends. Her brutal personality did not allow others to get to know her—not truly, anyway—but he was one of the few that knew, and he had not turned her away.

Fingers continued to comb through the smooth locks, but she knew she was only killing away more time. She made herself step out into the hallway and over to the intriguing male’s bedroom. Unfortunately, no knock brought forth a response from within. The woman’s oversized ears leaned backwards in silent disappointment, but she knew it was wrong to expect the male to be around whenever she felt like it. She was unwilling to return to her lonely room, so she went down the stairs and into the living room. Her petite nose wrinkled momentarily as she peered at the book she was attempting to read in the evenings. It was going rather slowly, but she was genuinely trying to get through it. She had been wrong when she assumed the book was a guide on how to kill birds. It was a human story. She failed to understand what a mockingbird had to do with this, but perhaps she would know eventually.

Slumping down in the weary sofa, she picked up the old book and continued on where she had stopped reading the evening before.

Silas Agata · 10-29-2010, 09:28 PM

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It had been close to three weeks now, and still the weight was lodged in his chest. As he made his way across the seemingly empty trek of land that divided Inferni’s borders from the mansion, Silas folded a palm beneath the black vest to rest along his heart. Despite the news, Silas had tried to go on and live like he had before, but somehow he just couldn’t escape the hurt of it all. Sure, he had gotten along just fine with his family in Cour des Miracles, but now that he knew they had abandoned him here while they had decided to go back to Russia, well... he was left heartbroken. The days had easily started to bunch up in days, and weeks, and begun to collaborate against him. Pretty soon it would be November and the icy months would no doubt remind Silas of the frigid coastline where Sobirat'sya was settled. To a naïve, young man it seemed like there wasn’t much left for him.

Pale eyes fell to the ground in front of him, but his vision was obscured by his thoughts. He had made the addition of a golden hoop by himself. Perhaps it had not been the smartest thing to do, but recklessness and anger brought Silas to do it. Upon every birthday, it was tradition for a Russo child to receive an additional earring - something Rurik most likely would have done. The second ring was scabbed with dried blood and most likely would not heal as cleanly as his first – the consequences for not finding a piercer who knew what they were doing.

He climbed the front steps and made his way to the front doors of the mansion, stepping inside and closing them behind him as he went. The familiar smell didn’t provide much comfort now, as it normally did. Instead, he felt mostly like returning to an empty jail cell. As he attempted to cling to his heritage, the inevitable hurt of abandonment bore not only in his chest, but also in his mind. Things that used to bring the boy joy seemed to have lost all interest as of late.

Except for one.

One could visibly see the change in his pale eyes as life sparked behind them. The sight of the Inferni princess could easily break the melancholy that surrounded him. The young Russian so much as attempted a thin smile for the girl, and skirted around abandoned furniture to approach her. A book lay cradled in her hands, and pale eyes swept the cover to catch the title. "Vhat’re you reading?" He asked, settling himself down onto the couch beside her. For now, the grey clouds had dissipated and the sun seemed to be shining through.

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Halo Lykoi · 10-29-2010, 10:38 PM

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She was not meant to be getting through any pages today. That was fine, for her heart jumped when she heard it sound in the front door. A second jump happened when it turned out to be the one person she had hoped it would be. Barely touched, the book remained in her limb hands as her full focus turned to the approaching male with the eyes she adored so. Awareness rose and she could feel fizzling champagne dance with warmth within. How could she think she led an unhappy, miserable life when she could harbour such blind contentment in moments like these? Already, an honest smile was blooming on her lips. She was so foolish—losing her natural balance like this, but she couldn’t help herself.

Her gaze followed him, feared and hoped as he moved to sit beside her. She was overly content with his choice of seating, and remained extremely aware of the little distance between the two of them. It was odd, but this mere move caused warmth to dab at her cream and copper cheeks and she was forced to look away for a mere moment to regain her composure. ”To kill a mockingbird,” the woman calmly answered as she looked back to his exotic features. Unfortunately she had not caught the current gloom in the male’s life, so she remained oblivious. Instead she wondered if he had read many books.

In the very beginning in her infatuation with this male she had mentally frowned at the possibilities that he had boring hobbies and interests, but it did not matter anymore. While Halo was one to judge everyone around her, she could not judge him. She knew who and what she was and could only be insanely relieved by the fact that he seemed to like her despite her heavy flaws. It was true that he had not really seen her less complimenting colours yet, but it did not make her behaviour less her when they were together. He made her become a better person. Suppressing the obligatory sigh of contentment, she smiled at him. ”It’s not about how to kill a bird though; it’s a story about humans.” Yes, she had been surprised.

”How have you been?” she asked on impulse, finding that she actually was interested in that answer. Most of the things about this male were interesting, somehow. Fingers unconsciously brushed over the golden bracelet embracing her wrist; she really did love it.

Silas Agata · 10-29-2010, 11:31 PM

I'm going to be so mad at myself when I wake up in a few hours for work, but I had to reply. <3
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Fingers curled absentmindedly to thumb at the edge of his vest, while his other hand rested unoccupied on his thigh. Though his heart seemed to skip a few beats faster when the princess was in his presence, he also felt strangely calmed with her there. Halo, really, was the only thing that could really make things seem okay right now. That alone made the young Russian cherish her.

Icy gaze studied the burning ruby for a moment, before they brushed over her frame and came to rest on the golden bracelet adorning her small wrist. Had he tried, Silas would not have been able to even express the pure ecstasy he felt by seeing that bracelet there. It had been some time since he had given it to her. Had she not liked it, it could have easily been discarded by now. The sound of her soft words brought his gaze back to hers, but the topic itself was unfamiliar to him. "I ‘aven’t heard of eet before," which was accompanied by the slightest shrug. That wasn’t much of a surprise though, as Silas had never been much of a reader. After all, he had only known English for a little over a year now.

The thought of learning English, of being on the ship with his dad and his sister, threatened to let a frown steal Silas’s expression. However, the Russian fought away the thoughts for now, wanting to only focus on Halo, and the frown had no chance to appear. His father and sister had been the cause of enough grief – it didn’t need to manifest here, when he was finally offered this rare moment of solace. At her further explanation, Silas raised a brow. He wondered what kind of story the book could be about, with such a name as that. He thought about asking her more about it, but the princess had already moved on. It didn’t really matter, though. It’s not like he truthfully cared that much about the book.

Her question caught him slightly off guard, only in the sense that he wasn’t sure how to answer her. He didn’t want Halo to see his grief, and yet he wanted to be honest with her and allow her to know anything about him that she wanted to. The pause was only momentary, but still noticeable. Tentatively, he started, "Okay, I guess." That wasn’t true, he realized, and wished he had thought longer on what to say. "I found out mine fazher and mine seester vent back to Russia," here his gaze left her, not wanting her to notice the visible hurt that had found his features. "I’m alone now," he said in a voice that had fallen in decibels. Though this wasn’t entirely true, he had come to feel that way for the most part. Sure Anatoliy was still around, but things just weren’t the same when Silas knew his family was once again broken up across the world. "But, at least zhey vill be happy," and he was thinking mostly of his sister, whom had never really taken to Nova Scotia as Silas had.

"And you?" Pale eyes found hers again, and the warmth from the ruby instantly wormed its way into his chest, seeking to destroy that ever present weight. "How ees zhe child?" He hoped he would not make her uncomfortable by bringing up Itachi, but just in the same way he felt the need to protect her, Silas wanted to make sure her son was alright too.

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Halo Lykoi · 10-30-2010, 10:17 AM

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<3 I waited up just because I hoped I would get a reply if I remained patient ^_^<3 700+

She was working to keep her fingers from fiddling needlessly with the golden ornament that she regarded so highly. Alone it was astounding, but it being a gift from Silas made it so much more precious to the cream and copper woman. She was very aware of her pacing pulse, but while she knew she could not remain entirely calm around this male, she rather admired the contentment his presence allowed her to feel. She felt privileged that he cared to waste his time with her. He was way too good for her, but this was something she had known for a long time and she had decided to try to move beyond such thought and try to relax instead. She believed he would be honest with her if there ever was something up, and a few months back he shown her that he deserved to be trusted. He hadn’t turned his back on her.

She was sort of relieved when he said that he had not heard of the book. Truth be told, it was a random choice one day when she had reached blindly for a random piece of literature in the book shelf. She was not even certain if she liked it, but figured that she should show enough resolve to be able to finish what she started. He shrugged and her smile brightened slightly in automatic response as she put the weary book down on the table before them. Definitely no more reading today, and she was not disappointed facing that fact. The book was not mentioned again, and that was all fine by her, for she doubted she could have described the plot for him anyway.

Slim eyebrows wrinkled in modest concern at the male’s reply to her question. What could okay mean? Her smile stumbled slightly and turned uncertain, but the male decided to elaborate on his own. Ears swivelled back, leaning against her dark locks as he told her that his father and sister had left the lands and travelled back to his homelands. Ruby gaze dropped to the little space between their two bodies as she realized that she didn’t really know much about this male at all. Had she known that he had much family around here? And what could that mean, would Silas eventually follow them?

Maroon gaze rose again as he said that he was alone now. A slight pinch of hurt disturbed her blissful state. Of course he was not alone.. She said nothing though, for she understood what he meant. But it did not lessen her own disappointment. However, this was not about her, and she swallowed her silly pride. She wanted to comfort him as he had comforted her, but she did not quite know how to do that. She leaned slightly towards him with her head tilted with that light layer of concern on her slender face. She wanted to correct him and tell him that he was not alone, but her voice remained caught in her throat. At least her hand finally moved to lightly touch the back of his shoulder. She meant the gesture to be supporting and comforting, but the move was born from greed as well. She wanted to touch him.

”I’m so sorry, Silas,” she breathed, realizing that she meant what she said. Of course the Lykoi woman wanted the Agata male to be happy. She did not like the fear of him leaving. He was the only Russian that had joined Inferni; didn’t that mean that this was his home? Her mind worked tirelessly to control the paranoid train of thought that wanted to bloom. She wouldn’t allow it. You’re not alone, Silas. ”Were you close?” she wondered, wishing to hear that he could be happy here. She knew this place would not be the same without him, and did not dare to think about what would happen if he too left.

She looked back into the pale ice and she couldn’t look away despite the fragile subject brought up. It was so kind of him to ask. ”He is fine—he lives with his grandmother.” Kaena took good care of the boy, and she sincerely believed it was best for both mother and son. She visited the boy very often. She did not wish to be a mother, but she did love her one and only child. It was kind of him to ask. ”Thank you for asking,” the woman quietly added, though her thoughts circulated more around the Russian right now.

Silas Agata · 11-03-2010, 06:14 PM

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This inner turmoil had been his for over a month now, and it had seldom gotten any easier. There was a persistent weight in his chest and nothing seemed able to move it any. Any thoughts of Cour des Miracles, Russia, family, the ocean, sailing, fishing, vodka, English, siblings, etc. (for really Silas had discovered this list went on and on) instantly brought on a new sense of hurt and Silas found his mind stumbling and veering out of control into that darkness that constantly plagued his heart. He couldn’t understand why the departure of his father and sister seemed to haunt him so heavily – he had grown away from them and become more attached to Inferni in the last year, it seemed. And yet, the depression their departure had coaxed into life was daunting. Perhaps he was just scared to grow up, and that’s what all of this meant. After all, Daddy wasn’t right around the corner to solve any of his problems any more.

Her touch sent a shock through his system, and instantly a warmth blossomed beneath her palm. She could not understand how comforting that simple gesture was – how much Silas absolutely needed it. And yet, it was not enough. The young Russian was greedy, and wanted to lean into her so that he could steal more of her touch. How easily he could picture himself letting arms snake around her waist and pulling her into his chest. So simple, so needed, and yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it. No matter how much he didn’t want to admit it, he was too fragile right now. That simple fact drove him mad.

He wished there was some way he could tell her how much this meant to him; show her how this simple act of hers meant so much to him now. It was not her fault in the least bit, but Silas clung to those apologetic words. She felt sympathy for him – not pity, but compassion. That’s all he could hope for.

"Yes," he started softly, and then wondered how true his words were. In the past year, since Silas had decided to join the ranks of Inferni out of youthful defiance and adventure, he had grown away from his family. Still, he had grown up very close to them. Life in Russia had been very tight knit and the time spent on the boat together to bring them overseas had only strengthened the relationship. Sure, they had gotten on each other nerves some (which is to be expected to take place between siblings in close proximity for a long period) but they also had a relationship that was stronger than most. Their departure solidified the fact that their relationship had weakened severely, if not been severed entirely.

"Vell, we were close. Vhen I came to leeve in Inferni, zhey leeved een Halifax for avhile. Zhen zhey vent and leeved vith zhat pack of hybrids, Cour des Miracles. Ve’ve not been so close now, only because ve didn’t see each ozher as much." He couldn’t help feeling guilty, and thinking this was somewhat his fault. Maybe if he had gone to see his family more, they’d have been inclined to stay in Nova Scotia. He shrugged then, for that was the only thing he could think to do to try and dispel the hurt for now. Instead, he turned his attention to hearing about Itachi. Now that he had this time with Halo, he didn’t want to ruin it with depressing talk of his family’s departure. Silas had had plenty of time already to let it plague his mind.

He was glad to hear that Itachi was doing alright, though slightly surprised that he was not living with Halo. Secretly, he was glad to know this. He hadn’t seen the youngster around before (which was no longer a surprise, to know he wasn’t living in D’Neville) so the idea of his existence was still somewhat hard to believe. It made Halo no less desirable to him, especially since he now knew the circumstances. In fact, because of the circumstances, he only wanted to make sure they were both alright. It was relieving to know he was well. It was relieving to know she lived alone. Perhaps this would give him the room he needed to try and work his way further into Halo’s life. She couldn’t possibly realize it, for even Silas hadn’t fully, but she was the only thing now that rooted him to Inferni. Sure, it had come to be his home in the last year, but if Halo hadn’t been living there or if there had been no hope that something might blossom between them, Silas would most definitely find a way to head back home to Russia. Halo alone was the one to make this feel like home.

"Good, I’m glad," and a smile worked its way onto his features. "He must be getting much bigger now, ya?" He didn’t know exactly how old Itachi was (or really, anything about the child) but Silas was well aware that the first few months went by fast, and that Halo’s son would be a rambunctious adolescent soon enough, if not already. He wondered if the mystery of his father would be solved as he grew older and his traits began to develop into something more permanent. Would his appearance or perhaps a unique mannerism provide clues? Even though it wasn’t his fight to fight, Silas still had thoughts of eventual vengeance.

"How ‘ave you been in zhe meantime?" He was well aware she had to be struggling with the changes in her life too. One didn't experience something as traumatic as she had and walk away completely unchanged or unharmed. There had to be things that haunted her sleep, just as there were for Silas. For now, pale eyes had fallen from the ruby and absentmindedly traced the copper curve of a thigh before once again finding the golden dragon at her wrist.

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Halo Lykoi · 11-04-2010, 12:56 PM

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Had she been too wrapped around her own drama to notice this at all? The thought was indeed depressing. She was a hideously egocentric creature, but she did not want to be around the Russian luperci. It was not that she pretended to care for him, it was just that she was not.. used to it. Where there signs she should have seen before? It was strange, for despite their apparent attraction to each other they were gifted in the art of unintentionally avoiding each other. Or perhaps it was intentional from his side. She did not know and she knew better than to dwell with that possibility. He had told her that he did not hate her, which should be enough. The Lykoi woman did not really know how to trust, but she tried her best for him. Silas deserved that much.

Ruby followed her fingers, very slowly brushing deeper against the rich, dark fur. She looked back to the male’s handsome face, relieved that he did not shy away from her simple touch. He let her know that he had been close to his family and she was disappointed to hear. She had never met anyone from Silas’ family. Never expressed interest about them either. She should have tried to be more considerate. She gave a shy nod as he explained how things had been. It brought back memories of their first meeting with the Russian sitting in the tree. A smile almost broke through to her lips, but she managed to hold it back, knowing that Silas was hurting. The Lykoi was glad to find that disgust did not take over at the fact that Silas had family in a wolf pack. Things were different now, and she would do well to put her racism away for more worthwhile things.

A slight flush caressed her warm copper cheeks as he managed to smile about her son’s wellbeing. How strange it was—here she had expected him to turn away in disgust with the knowledge that she had given birth to a bastard child. Soft cherry gaze focused on the smile on his lips and she felt her face respond immediately with an additional splash of warmth. A nod was given at the male’s question. Itachi was growing just a little bit taller every time she saw him. She wondered if his size would further disturb the coyote in him. His features quietly spoke of his sire’s blood, and the woman hated it. ”Yes, he’s growing up so fast,” she smiled, though she was not certain if she was comfortable with that thought. Exactly when would the sand coloured boy start to hate her?

The Russian’s gaze had abandoned hers, but ruby remained on his face, studying the contrasts of colours that she was now much more comfortable with than she had dared to hope she could ever be the first time she had laid eyes upon him. How glad she was that he had joined Inferni and not Cour des Miracles. A question had been asked and her copper ears perked to take in his soft voice. ”I’ve been okay.” Things were looking better and she had been fine. Just fine, but nothing more either. Despite hearing about the sad changes in the male’s life, she felt better than she had in a while. Her hand on his back seemed misplaced now, for it remained despite the change of topic. Did it mean that he didn’t wish to talk about himself and his family or that he did not think she was interested?

His smile faltered a bit, but the warmth remained. ”I’m here if you want to talk about it, you know,” she breathed, astonished by the fact that she meant it. He did not deserve to carry sadness in his ice blue eyes. Her palm remained against his dark fur regardless and she increased the pressure for just a moment, as if to underline her words. She wanted him to know that he could tell her everything, good or bad.

Silas Agata · 11-05-2010, 12:11 AM

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Her simple response was not unexpected, but he had somewhat expected to hear Halo elaborate more. For a moment, Silas let his pale gaze travel upwards to find the fiery ruby but abandoned them again when it was clear she was not going to say anything else about that. He knew she probably wasn’t at the greatest point in her life – what with having to deal with her undesired son and the undoubtedly horrible knowledge of what had happened to her. He wondered, even though she didn’t know who it was, if she ever had memories come back to her; maybe the perpetrator flashed in her dreams at night. There had to be more to it than just okay, but he would let it go for now.

Her hand remained there, even though their topic had been switched away from Silas’ depressing news of his family’s departure. This simple fact he did not mind and he could not ignore the quickening of his pulse when her touch seemed to grow deeper. And then the words that fell from the Inferni princess’ beautiful face astonished the boy. He had not expected to hear something like that from her, but it was exactly what he wanted. Exactly what he needed. Ice blue found fiery ruby again and then remained locked there for a few moments. There was no way that she could possibly know how amazing she was in his eyes, and Silas would always struggle to find ways to tell her. He would try, though. He promised himself that. He would always try to tell her how much she meant to him, even if she was never actually his.

"Zhat means," everything, "more zhan you vill ever know," he responded then, a smile breaking upon features that were much too sullen for a time like this. In her presence, there was no need for Silas to appear to be sad. He wasn’t sure if what he wanted to say was too much – too overbearing and not what she wanted to hear. There was nothing official between them, no matter Silas’ feelings, and so the way he felt wasn’t entirely justified. Maybe she didn’t want to hear it, but he felt like she needed to know. She said he could talk to her if he needed to. Silas had come to this realization, and she needed to know. "Halo," he started, eyes threatening to fall away from hers, but clinging to the strength to remain there, "you are zhe only reason I ‘ave stayed. Inferni, zhis place, all of eet – eet’s nozhing vith out you zhere."

There was a small breath, before he just decided to share everything that was on his mind. Maybe if he was able to vent it all to someone else, the weight in his chest might dissipate a little. It was worth a shot anyways. Plus, perhaps it would be an excuse to have Halo let her hand linger on him for just awhile longer. "I vas so close vith mine family vhen ve came here, but I left to leeve in Inferni een zhe beginning because eet vas so eentruiging and I vas very young. But zhen, I know eet probably sounds very stupid, but I met you and I just didn’t vant to be avay from you. I could have gone to leeve in Cour des Miracles vith mine family, but it didn’t seem as exciting as living here. But now zhat mine family ees gone, I feel somevhat guilty. Maybe eef I had gone to be vith them more – maybe eef I hadn’t left them alone, zhey vould vant to be here too. I feel like I let zhem down. Zhat zhought kills me. I don’t ever vant to let anyone down."

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Halo Lykoi · 11-05-2010, 04:30 PM

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She was dealing better with this recent tragedy than her first. Perhaps it was because this was not the first time it had happened. She didn’t have a name or a face to blame for her unwanted child and the belated tremors of aftershock. She believed she had managed to forgive her blood eyed father, and if not, then at least she had done her best to put her traumas behind her. She knew first-hand how it was to bathe daily in flashes of those gruesome memories. No, was it not better to attempt to look ahead into soft coated ice? She could not forget what had been done to her, but time allowed her to amend her perspective on life. Right now Silas was all she could see.

His words meant the world to her—it took a ridiculous amount of self-control for her to keep her cherry gaze fixated upon his face. Her cheeks really burned now, but it was a lovely, mind-numbing burn that allowed her to insist that her life held so much more meaning than it actually did. A feeling bloomed within her chest; something remotely similar to the salt, wet wash of hurt, but it was so different from that bad feeling that she knew so well. It was a quiet yearning for the male beside her. Her lips did not respond and mirror the male’s increasing smile. Ruby orbs fell slightly to adore the gentle, curving line that somehow managed to make the male’s face glow.

Did he really mean the things he said? Her heart’s increased pace drummed against its ribcage prison, she wanted to set it free and watch it soar. He continued to speak words that marinated her heart with loveliness. The slender Lykoi woman did not know what love really was, but she knew that she had never before been this close to loving another person. Her gaze was no longer as guarded as it had been earlier. She didn’t like exposing any part of her emotional self, but she couldn’t veil the adoration she held for him. ”Really?..” She felt out of breath. Silas decided to tell her more of his story, but she feared she turning into a poor listener. She was sincerely sad to hear that he blamed himself for his family’s departure!

She quickly repositioned herself, drawing her feet under her body and turning slightly so that she could face the male without having to turn her face. Her hand fell away from its comfortable position against his back and her palm felt cold now. Both of her hands settled on top of her knees as she continued to look at him. ”It’s not your fault,” she said, voice hushed by a growing lump in her throat. He was definitely way too good for Halo, but she was, as earlier stated, a very greedy person. Silas was very vulnerable right now. He had a lot on his mind. Russia was worlds away and he was all alone here. She was glad he had made these choices, for it had brought him into her life.

The things he had said.. With blood rushing through her head, she finally gave up; leaning closer to him so that she could intentionally drown in his lovely scent. Halo had been such a little tease in her younger days. Where had that part of her personality gone? She had loved her little games and the tension she could force on another male. Was it because she had found someone that she genuinely wanted? The woman’s heart pounded forcefully through her veins now and she couldn’t protest. ”I’m so happy you’re still here,” her voice murmured as hands quickly settled against his chest. He hadn’t moved much back when she had let that lonely hand rest on his muscular back, but it didn’t seem to have taken her impulsive courage away. Her slim muzzle sought the area on the neck just beneath a coal coloured ear. Perhaps she was temporarily insane, but even so she didn’t dare to pounce into an attempt to seal a kiss. It wasn’t far from it though, and she wondered what the hell she was doing; forcing herself on him so suddenly when what he needed was someone to listen to and comfort him.

Silas Agata · 11-11-2010, 09:03 PM

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He was sure she could have probably hated him and he would still find comfort in those eyes. Somehow, Silas could never imagine that ruby ever causing him hurt. He wanted to crawl inside of that burning crimson and float forever in a sea of red, his heart set on fire and the lovely burning he would cherish. Even now, after he had decided to spill all these things on his mind, he found himself captivated by those eyes. He needed to look away, felt embarrassed and exposed as he sat on the couch beside her, but there was some reserve of strength that locked the pale ice there. She was absolutely gorgeous, and he wanted more than anything for her to be his. His, alone. How he wished he could reach inside and take away all of her hurt, for he never wanted Halo to feel like he felt.

Her hand fell away from him and Silas instantly missed her touch, though the princess readjusted herself so that she was facing him better. He could see that there was something behind the ruby – a spark he interpreted as compassion - and the simple phrase she muttered melted his heart. Her voice had always been music to his darkened ears, and now it was so soothing. She couldn’t understand that she was the only one now who could comfort him. Silas wasn’t sure whether or not her words were true – for he still felt like their departure was somewhat his fault – but he let himself be fooled into believing it for now. It was so much easier that way.

Words escaped the Russian as he let Halo’s voice settle in, feeling some small weight lift as he chose to believe her words. Ice studied the ruby and it wasn’t longer than a few moments or so before those gems started to move closer. Her touch returned to him, and currents of electricity danced underneath her fingertips and raced along his chest. Suddenly he was self conscious; worried she’d be able to feel the racing of his heart as it threatened to escape from beneath his ribs. As she drew closer, the boy’s veins were flooded with a new sensation; something he confused as apprehension. Limbs sought to wind around her, and yet he feared making some wrong move. He didn’t realize this new feeling was anticipation, as her slim muzzle drew frightening close to his own.

There was no time left for rational thinking; all thought left the boy and the Russian acted merely on instinct. As the coyote princess drew closer, arms found their way around her frame and palms cradled the small of her back to hug her closer. Turning his gaze down, Silas greedily buried his muzzle into her neck, allowing himself to dive into her intoxicating scent and drink in her warmth. Her touch was simply amazing, and he couldn’t help think that this is how their first embrace should have felt. He had feared she would not feel remotely similar to what he had felt, but she was relieved he was still here. That was enough for him.

Silas found no need for words, and simply clung to the princess as if his life depended on it. He needed her now, and found the thought of having to eventually let her go unbearable. For now, he would only let his thoughts linger on the present; on the warm feel of her fur beneath his touch, on her intoxicating scent, of the sound of her soft breathing. Her daring act had given him the strength her needed, and the boy realized that he was greedy. He should have been satisfied by her advance, but he was not. Instead, he turned his head so that his lips could find hers.

His family had abandoned him, but she was unknowingly doing a magnificent job of making him forgot.

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Halo Lykoi · 11-12-2010, 07:52 PM

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Every inch of her skin was aflame with gruesome awareness. While the attraction to the male had been there since day one, whatever was between them had developed exceedingly slowly, she had been stripped for the confidence and mental strength she needed to make a move that counted. Now when the moment had been used, she had been thrown far away from the shore in the middle of a storm she could not anticipate. It was intense and she was alive like never before, but the awareness and doubt was again stabbing away at her, only that this time it was with scotching hot iron. She had laid out unbearable facts about her life in front of this male and she was probably unable to understand that he could still love her with all that disgusting baggage.

While it was excruciating to toss herself out on uncertain ice like this, her effort almost instantly repaid her with some contentment through the carnal greed that was the factor that had made her made this bold move in the first place. Today there was no rage and no tears to obscure the experience as she drew up close to the male. Heated by that greedy desire of the moment, it felt quite different this time. Perhaps this was what quickly could evolve into a perfect moment. A slightly weighty breath escaped her form as he pushed her closer, wrapping his arms around her weight and trapping her in his embrace. Her insecurity was instantly decreased to something insignificant and ignorable. It was dangerous for her to engage the male this way, but her eyes were closed and blind to the cruel possibilities of several after effects to trauma as she inhaled his intoxicating scent.

When the male’s muzzle dug into the sensitive area by her neck it was all she could do to attempt to prevent a light tremble from shaking her spine and compelling her hackles to rise. Instinctively she pushed herself more forcefully against him, allowing her palms to reposition themselves so that they would no longer prevent her from slipping closer to his warm body. Instead they became assisting tools, reaching around his back and drawing their forms even closer. He was the constant in a chaotic world of change. It was only natural to move her face from the depths of his coal fur to his . Regardless, the sensation of their first kiss blew her away. Her pulse continued to push her body into overdrive, and while she could have noticed the male’s rushed heartbeat, she could certainly hear nothing over her own thundering pulse.

The young female was reluctant to let the moment pass, and so let her arms slither their way up and around his neck in a pathetic attempt to keep him there and prolong the moment while lungs started to scream for oxygen. With her whole body set afire like this, it was strange that she could not recall what happened if she held her hand over open flame long enough.

Silas Agata · 11-18-2010, 02:48 PM

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There was nothing else. There was no world. No Inferni. No D’Neville. It could only be he and Halo. It was all Silas could see, all he could focus on. Her movement closer to him had created strange emotions he could not clearly discern, but he knew it was what he wanted. Moments ago she had been sitting alongside him, and now it seemed as if she could not get any closer. Silas welcomed the warmth of her lithe frame as her arms snaked their way around him and allowed them to move closer.

Though thoughts were preoccupied with the electricity of their first kiss, palms gently explored and caressed the gentle curve of her back and attempted to hold her closer, though no distance really separated them now. He would never be able to put into words how perfect this moment felt, and his heart yearned for it never to cease. Lungs burned with the need for oxygen, and yet the Russian could not allow himself to break away from her satin caress yet. And as if to prolong the moment even more, Silas let one hand trail away from the small plane of her back and instead find her face, fingertips sweeping amongst the copper of her hair. How lucky was he to have the Inferni princess in such a way.

When the need for air was too much, the boy reluctantly broke away from the warmth of her mouth. Easily he found her neck again, planting kisses there while both palms continued to explore her frame. The fear and inhibitions he had felt before were no longer there, and thoughts remained focused merely on the burning in his frame while Halo remained pressed close to him. Perhaps he wasn’t thinking logically of what this all could mean or how it could potentially affect her, but it didn’t matter at the moment. Thoughts now had become primitively carnal and the Russian could only focus on how much he needed Halo. Did she need him too?

With oxygen recovered, the boy moved to find her lips again, stealing away yet another kiss from the Inferni princess. Unsurprisingly, the second meeting was just as heart meltingly passionate as the first.

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Halo Lykoi · 11-27-2010, 06:49 PM

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It was hard to distinguish individual emotions in the heavy flow travelling through chest and abdomen. His hands were more active than hers; caressing and stroking along her slender back. Raziekel had only briefly touched her to make the sirens go off in her head, but there was none as Silas attempted to bring the two closer still. Ruby eyes were nothing more than two thin slits of the fiery colour as their lips parted in pursuit of oxygen. She believed this was something she had truly longed for; to get to touch him in such a way and to feel him respond to her needs with his own. Yet, the memories encased in her flesh could not allow this moment to reach the perfection she sought.

Regardless, she really tried. His palms left trails of fire wherever they moved. In fact, the woman could feel her lips form a victorious smile, revelling in the fact that she seemed to have captured the most beautiful male she had laid her eyes on. She craned her neck and leaned against the light kisses he planted there, teasing her. Her fingers curled into his soft locks, enthusiastically assisting by pulling them back together for the second time their lips met. She seemed unable to determine how to proceed from here though. All she wanted was to drown in the moment as cease to think—allow her feelings to expand and swallow her up. This was how he made her feel; beautiful and worthy of affection despite her vibrant flaws.

She shifted slightly in his lap, but was afraid of making any move that could jeopardize this perfect moment. She needed this; needed him, but she knew that deep down beneath the surface, she was afraid and uncertain of how to proceed.

Silas Agata · 11-30-2010, 12:47 PM

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How this had all lead up to this moment, he couldn’t be certain. He had dreamt of being this close to the Inferni princess before, but had never seen it occur in a way such as this. Countless nights spent with images conjured in his mind of the two together, and yet reality separated them by a long hallway. It didn’t matter though, for this wasn’t a dream now. This was reality, and Halo was truly there in his arms. He could never imagine that her touch could be so comforting, or that he might need it so much. The absence of feeling that had occurred from his family’s departure was easily being filled with Halo’s touch, and the young boy’s body yearned for more. He needed this, he needed her. Now that the door had been opened, it seemed impossible for Silas not to step through.

And yet, hesitation after their lips broke away for the second time. The princess had divulged some insight into the horrors of her past, and Silas worried this would edge too close to them. Could he proceed? Was this what she wanted? Suddenly, it seemed as if doubt found its way too easily into his heart, and the eager stroking of hands seemed to slow somewhat.

Pale eyes searched the fiery crimson, longing to find the answers to all of his questions there. He wasn’t sure what to do now; wasn’t sure what she wanted. "I vant you to be happy," he murmured to her, as if this might offer her insight into his mind and clue her into what inhibited him. He wouldn’t be the one to hurt her, ever. There was no doubt the boy would take his affections further if allowed, but he would not hurt Halo like others had done in the past. She was, after all, a princess and she deserved only the best. Silas could hardly qualify for that.

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Halo Lykoi · 12-07-2010, 03:07 PM

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Halo too had dreamt of this; ice blue eyes and his touch. There wasn’t anywhere else she’d want to be right at this moment than just here, and thus it painted her to detect her own uneasiness. It wasn’t him, it was her. It would always be her. Silas could grant her safety and happiness if she only let him. The woman knew that she wanted to; wanted to lose herself in those lovely, frosted eyes. Appreciative fingers brushed against the contrasted fur of his as she revelled in the warmth produced by their entangled bodies. She wished to step through that door too.

Breath seemed sharp as oxygen flooded her lungs as they eventually broke off again. There seemed to be hesitation within both, but she had detected her own first and feared this was the consequence to her failure to be the girl of his dreams. He certainly was the hero in hers, but he had never been anything but perfect in her world. Half lidded scarlet peered into pale skies and the male spoke his words as she drew in as much as she could of his scent. Emotion swirled and pushed against her ribcage and he made her feel awfully fragile just then. It was all right though, for he was here.

Right now, she believed that she was happy. The Lykoi’s chest was threatening to burst with the unfamiliar splendour that he brought to her heart. If this wasn’t happiness, what was? Although their lips had parted for now, she felt herself cling to him still. She wouldn’t even know how to let him go now when this large step finally had been taken. The fact that he had stopped and said these words without continuing forth without another care meant the world to her. He made her happy. His very presence was enough, but the heart always asked for more. She wanted to say that she loved him, but her throat was quickly clogging up with the emotion he brought forth inside her.

Her lips smiled though, even as her eyes took on a wet shine. Fingers rose to brush against the side of his face, the handsome contrasts dancing in his fur. ”I’m happy when I’m with you,” she managed to whisper, muzzle moving to deliver soft kisses to his throat. There was nothing to fear here and she knew what she wanted, even if it was hard to accept. ”I want this.”

Silas Agata · 12-21-2010, 04:12 PM

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There was fear in the young Russian that she would not be happy with him, that she could never be happy with him. He had had such a horrible reception upon first arriving in Inferni, and now would be forever tainted by that. He was a Russian, Syemv scum as Hybrid had put it, and he did not see himself as worthy of the Inferni princess. She was Lykoi blood, a fearless warrior, and startlingly beautiful – a poster child for the clan. How could he even compare?

And yet, however unrealistic it seemed to him, Halo acted as if she wanted him. He could not understand this, and maybe never would, but he would forever cling to it. Really, she was all that he had left. All of this was more important than she could possibly ever know. Had she not responded to him in the way she had, there was no doubt the boy would have been eagerly searching for a ship to bring him back across the seas to his family in Russia so that he might start his life again. Without Halo, his life in Nova Scotia was a dead end. Did she realize so much hung in relation to her? Perhaps not, but then again, Silas probably didn’t fully realize it.

Amongst icy blue, moisture began to collect. There was an instant blossom of warmth in his chest, and Silas would not be able to find words for the elation he felt. The words the princess had spoken could have not been any better in a fairy tale. She had pushed ajar the door that had held them captive and now, with her soft kisses against the vulnerable area of his throat beckoning, he took his first few steps through the door.

"You can ‘ave eet all," he responded softly, his throat vibrating gently beneath the caress of her lips. And it did not matter that the two were in one of the larger rooms of the mansion, and not hidden away from view. Silas could only see Halo, could only think of the present, and everything else was silent to him.

Arms took hold of her frame, as he shifted their arrangement on the couch. He easily supported her weight as he readjusted, letting her gently fall back onto the couch while he hovered over her. Though he should have thought of the submission this would elicit, he did not think of it. Instead, the boy offered kisses of his own along her throat, before trailing her neck and finding the silky fur of her chest. As the heat of desire rose his in his frame, the young Russian let his hands explore. There was some hesitation in his touch as he was unsure of what he was doing, and yet so very sure that this was what was meant to happen.

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Halo Lykoi · 12-23-2010, 01:26 PM

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Everything was so tremendously different with Silas. She had always been an egoistic brat of a youth, so full of herself that she had been at the point of making herself sick. No particular person had held much meaning to her, except for the heroes and heroines of Vitium’s lies. There were many things she cared for, but few dedicated individuals. Until this male, and that was why it was so strange. How her confidence was shattered in his presence, how much his opinions mattered to her, even to the point where she actively pursued his interests to some degree in the mere hope to make an impression on him. How wonderful it was to know that he adored her back.

Ice blue eyes could not possibly lie, and they were so warm when he looked at her. Blue had received a whole new meaning in her world, just because it inhabited the Russian’s kind eyes. His lovely accented voice rose and she caught herself revelling at the sound alone. Her nose brushed against the vibration in his throat, and she could not remove that silly, dumb-struck smile of hers even if she wanted to. The Lykoi couldn’t care less about their current surroundings, for there was only one person in her focus. She wanted it all; wanted him more than she had wanted anything.

She let him reposition her without a second thought, her unconsciousness weeding away harmful associations that could so easily rise with another so close. Perhaps she could have thought it over and become upset, but the male was pushing away her coherent thoughts, leaving her with the blooming warmth beating in her chest only. The woman’s arms were still somewhat wrapped around his back, though loosened up so that he could move as he pleased. Fingers brushed against the fur on his sides, claws connecting lightly as he planted his sea of kisses. She repressed the urge to shiver as he trailed her neck so lovingly.

His hands were on her now, and though previous experiences would scream that this was wrong and horrible and demanded her to listen, she did her best to block it out, instead focusing on blue and the solid fact that this one would not do anything to hurt her. Perhaps the Lykoi detected Silas’ hesitation, for a cream hued hand settled on top of his, intending to encourage him and guide him on if required. If anything, his lack of hurried action soothed her.

Silas Agata · 01-03-2011, 12:18 AM

I can't believe you already have over 22K words. You are crazy, woman, crazy! :o <33 SSWM: 574
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He had dreamed of being this close with Halo many times; to be able to take in her scent and feel her warmth beneath his fingertips. Somehow, Silas couldn't believe that this was reality, and that the princess of Inferni has chosen him. None of this made any sense, and yet it was the only thing he could believe in. He found strength in the fact that it seemed she needed him too, and Silas found himself wanting to be able to do anything for her. He would protect her from harm, so that she would never have to face the horrors she had in her past. He would watch over her child, to make sure the boy did not get himself into any trouble. He would provide for her whatever she needed, or whatever her heart desired; the boy could easily picture himself venturing into the city to retrieve whatever it was that would make the cream colored princess happy. That was all that he wanted, really; Silas wanted to know that Halo was safe and she was happy. Even if in the end she chose that she did not want to be with him, Silas only wanted her to be happy. He could only hope that that meant a world that involved him. And for now, it seemed it did.

The fur along her chest was silk, and Silas reveled in her sweet scent. Her fingers danced along her sides, while he planted soft kisses against her frame. He knew what he wanted, and despite the hesitation, he worked towards it. This was something more than a need for carnal affection, but the need for a significant connection with Halo. He knew that he loved her, and had for quite some time, and only wished to show her that it was true. She could have all of him if she wanted it so. He would not hold back. He could only hope that he was not doing something wrong.

Hands traced down her sides, but there was some hesitation apparent. As if to quell his apprehension, Halo’s soft palm overlapped one of his, guiding him further. With a renewed sense of direction, Silas let his palms find their way past her hips, where fingers glided over the smooth fabric adorning her thighs. Fingers beckoned to find the fastening and relieve her of the dark colored hotpants, and yet he could not bring himself to just yet. His lips found her throat, planting soft kisses. He wanted this, wanted her, but fear was finding its way into this moment of perfection. Why did he have to ruin things?

The black vest still adorned his torso, though the fabric hung open to expose his chest. It could be easily discarded if desired. However, it was the cutoff denim shorts that Silas felt the need to be rid of, the stiffness rising beneath causing them to feel uncomfortably tight. He wasn’t sure why the fear was rising in him now. It was obvious that this was what he wanted, and yet the young Russian was finding it difficult to move forward. He felt strangely awkward positioned over her, unsure of how to proceed, and yet extremely comforted by the fact that it was Halo he was with. The strange mix of emotion aided in his hesitation, and so the boy silently sought more encouragement. And just like countless times before, icy blue met fiery crimson.

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Halo Lykoi · 01-04-2011, 04:21 AM

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What a lovely compliment! Here; have a wall of text :| sswm 1016 Edit; eh, I just edited in Mature label, because it's obvious that they are going in that direction, and because of the wide range of players on this board, I figured it can already be somewhat considered mature :] Hope this was all right.

Her pulse did not maintain the sense of steadiness that she so desired, but the infestation in her made it impossible for her to monitor her swelling emotions properly as his touch remained and served to both excite and frighten. Every kiss served as a light caress of adoration, and her mind was able to distinguish the lovely scene from that taken from a horror movie, draped with blood and the death of another. Time did erase the vividness of her experiences, and she would probably decide that she had reason to be content with the fact that she had not made it into a dramatic event—that was, if she managed to keep her posture and remained aware of the colours of these lovely, almond shaped eyes of his. They should have been the Russian male’s most startling features, but Halo was particularly privileged with the specimen she had set her eyes on. It was so wonderful to know this; to be able to understand how incredibly lucky she was to feel have him lost in her wine red gaze with such affection apparent in the pale blue. She did not deserve such happiness, but her greed was great and she wanted him to belong to her as much as she wanted to belong to him.

Her gentle hand strengthened the male’s hesitating movement, and she remained still with the exception of her rising breath as his hand followed the smooth patterns of her auburn pelt, leaving traces of lovely, drunken fire behind. The warrior princess had ached for his intellectual love, and so she should naturally crave the carnal as well. The experience of his touch changed as his fingers moved over the light fabric of her clothing, and it was not until now that she realized that they would be an obstacle if this was to continue. The same went for him, and both her hands lifted to leap along the handsome feel of the muscles on his front. Her pulse filled her ears, and she thought this was becoming more comfortable, though no less horrifying in many ways, as this was Silas and everything about him mattered to such an extent that she would willingly attempt to alter her life for his liking if that would become a requirement. The male was too considerate to ask for something like that though, and she adored that compassion. She had wished for strong independence all her life, but that desire had been nullified as the one for him had leaped to ridiculous heights.

Adoring hues of red remained locked with his, and she felt his uncertainty as she felt her own. For a moment, stillness seemed to possess her. It dawned on her that this could be her pressing him further than what he was comfortable with. A light hue of concern bloomed within the deep scarlet, for she would not want to spoil her chances in her attempt to reel him in too hurriedly. Their attraction seemed to have been a constant since they met, and therefore it would not be so bad if they allowed time to breathe. Then again, had not this scene been born naturally? The woman had possessed no anticipation of this when she had risen from her bed with the birds of dawn. She could withdraw and say that it was okay, that she’d rather save it for another time. As the Hydra’s mind considered this, she found quickly that she did not particularly admire that option. Hormones danced on quickened cat’s feet through her dilated, crimson veins. It was natural to suffer a blow to their confidences, for the open display of affection was rather new for them both. It didn’t make her desire for him any less.

Determination seized her, finally. It was not right for her to remain a passive piece in this play game of two participants. Halo did not possess much confidence about this either, but the certainty of her needs was a doable placebo. They would eventually discover what felt right, and the only way to figure out what worked was to experiment and risk failing. While her form was slender, owning sweet, feminine curves, her muscles were impressive for her gender. Slowly, she pushed his hovering body back a little so that she could sit up and rearrange their positions. She had enjoyed the shower of butterfly kisses and his caress, but had not offered him the same compassion. She did not wish for this to become one sided, because she was responsible for making this scene move forwards as well.

She tipped him over with soft palms; the length of the couch inspiring her to use its potential, and quickly after it was she that loomed above him. A sweet smile was offered him, for perhaps she thought along the same lines as he had about the somewhat dominant position she was in possession of. The young woman was horribly aware of his body underneath her, but wished to work towards something more. Fingers leaped along his handsome front, appearing certain in their movement while she in reality only followed carnal desire. He was lovely to touch, and it brought delicious flames to her finger tips. The vest he wore did not bother her too much as long as she was granted access to his skin. Her heart leaped with various emotions as she let her hand slide down and touch the fabric of his pants. It required much of her to dare to let it brush over his stiffening area, but it was a towering wall that she was dedicated to climb. She knew what she wanted, and hoped to got she interpreted the male justly.

Kisses drew a finely curved line from beneath a silvery ear and down along his muzzle. Hungry for his taste again, she engaged into a lasting kiss that was expected to be returned if he had not suddenly changed his mind. Nimble fingers from both hands joined as she started to undo the male’s cutoff jeans.

Silas Agata · 02-02-2011, 01:21 AM

Your wall of text was delicious and slightly intimidating. You have such a lovely writing style, mommyLibri. <3
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And just like that, the tables had turned.

The electricity that her fingertips produced against his skin was terrifyingly addictive, and the young male did not want the feeling to cease anytime soon. Though there was a hesitation built in him that made it somewhat unsteady and slightly awkward to move forward, it was what he knew he wanted to happen. They would risk some failure in discovering what was right, unfortunately; Silas wished he knew all the right moves so that they would not have to tread into the unknown places.

But this was all so wonderful. Even with the unsure unknown, Silas was in a place he could not easily describe – the rush in his veins was a new ecstasy to him. As her palms moved across the plane of his chest, Silas came to realize that it did not matter whether their actions were not perfect the first time. None of it really mattered, as long as he was with her. Icy blue watched the wine red gaze as her hands trailed down his abdomen. It was when they brushed over the fabric of his jeans that an involuntary groan leapt into the male’s throat. The need for her was heightened by her teasing touch, and Silas lifted his hips slightly in need for more.

Silas became momentarily distracted by her touch beneath the waist, as Halo lowered her mouth to his. There was an intensity there that he returned, and one of the boy’s hand curled upwards to cup the princess’ face and ensure that she did not break away any sooner than he wanted. Pressure at his waistline alerted the boy the Halo’s actions, and his smiled into the everlasting kiss. The hesitation from before was beginning to die away as the need for Halo became more and more apparent in his veins; Silas knew this was what he wanted.

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