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Incorporating a playful mix of modern and vintage finds can transform a home into a stylish and inviting space, full of character and charm. My home showcases this design philosophy throughout, where each room tells its own unique story through the thoughtful combination of different eras and styles. https://www.facebook.com/mogulinteriorr https://www.instagram.com/moguliteriorr An Antique…

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

My mistress is a bumbling idiot. She’s been seeing a suitor who intends to buy her hand in marriage from her father, but she’s told me quite clearly that she doesn’t think this man is right. As her devoted maid, I cannot let her be wed off to some scoundrel like him. But all my efforts to save her from him have been foiled by her clumsiness. When I brought the tray to them with the poisoned teacup closer to him, in a breach of etiquette she reached for the far teacup and took the poison for herself. When I poisoned his wine, her ring got caught on the tablecloth and knocked over his glass. When I set up the armoire to fall and crush him, she tripped on the rug and made it go off too early. Once I even rigged one of the chandeliers to fall on his spot, and right before it did she violated table manners, got up, grabbed his wrist, and dragged him to the window because she “thought she saw a stag outside.” A stag?! There weren’t even any woods visible from that window! And after all these foiled attempts she has the audacity to complain to me that marrying this man will ruin her life. As if seeing her with any man wouldn’t ruin mine!

[mary1in]

Home Bar Single Wall Example of a small classic single-wall wet bar design with dark wood cabinets, wood countertops and mirror backsplash

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San Diego Traditional Wine Cellar Large traditional porcelain tile wine cellar design with a gray floor and storage racks

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Expansive Wine Cellar Huge wine cellar in tuscan ceramic tile

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In Every Sense - Part 2 to Scent Kink!Alastor x Reader

It's heeeeerrreeee~ Here are some warnings: we get some internal monolgues of Alastor hopelessly trying to seduce you, oral (f!receiving), light man-handling, begging, and some really just... absolutely raunchy filth. Please enjoy~ (please note, this is still overwhelmingly inspired by @hazelfoureyes so please please GO READ HAZEL'S CONTENT. IM BEGGING YOU. ITS SO JUICY)

Right. Where was he? Oh yes... this mess.

Alastor straightened himself out quickly, mess of his clothing and floor included. Your clothes, however, were discarded to his bed... probably never to be washed again.

After he freshed up, his eyes scanned and paused in his armoire mid-search. His taloned hands brushed against a silk top... not one of his preferred fabrics, but one he could certainly pull off. His fingers danced on it a moment more, before deciding it was worth changing it up.

Black, lattice-patterned top and tailored, wine red trousers... simple, but classy, right? As he tossed around the idea of a belt, he decided to skip that step. It would make the process of settling between your sweat-covered thighs take an eternity too long. That is... if he didn't devour you first.

Alastor threw his casual fit together, opting to keep his pointed, black dress a part of the ensemble. But should he try boots...? Would that be too much? Maybe it would be easier to kick off...?

He wondered over to his personal liquor cabinet, pouring himself a whiskey. He needed to get a pep in his step and to still his rambling thoughts. Though he usually preferred to take things slower, savoring the bite of liquor on his tongue... He instead took it as a shot, hardly reacting to the harsh intake. His shoulders hunched, huffing as he turned to look in the mirror. How ridiculous he must've looked...

Hair disheveled... eyes half lidded. His hands were sweating, the loose blouse serving as a juxtaposition to his too-tight pants. Maybe his shirt should be tucked? No, that'd look stupid without a belt...

How strange it was for him to fret... at least, fret over impressing another person. Moreover, trying to impress someone he pined for. He almost loathed the way you made him feel, and how his core seemed to clench everytime you walked by... but, there was no room for doubt now: he would make you answer for his obsessions tonight. Surely you would take responsibility, wouldn't you...?

Alastor's head shook, before he opted to tuck half of his shirt in. He saw this often in modern fashion, targeting the front corner of the shirt to show off or bring attention to his thigh and... well-- downstairs.

He quirked a brow, intrigued with this look. It was... messy. Not the neat-and-narrow hes accustomed to. And in a way, he quite liked it. Maybe with the disheveled top, your eyes would be distracted enough to be drawn below the belt...?

Hah, what a pun. It doesn't work anymore if you don't have a belt, right?

Alastor chuckled, absolutely tickled by the thought. Alastor pulled out a wine-colored blazer, which perfectly complimented his pants. Can't be too prepared for the hellish night, right? He paused, walking over to your discarded top again for one final sniff; one final tease before the real thing. He shuddered at the thought, already feeling a light twitch coming from below. 

With a resolute nod, he walks out from his room, heading towards the lobby. Maybe you would be retired for the night? Maybe he could catch you before your evening shower... He sought you out, his nose steering the way as his thoughts swam with visions of you. He would have you tonight, he thought, his hands summoning and twirling his microphone with a prideful flourish.

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You hadn't known how it got to this point. You hadn't known how much liquor both you and Alastor had drunk, round for round... but, Alastor's plan managed to work. He caught up with you, just before you were retiring for the night... and now, you did manage to head to bed... just the wrong one.

You yelped as you were slammed against his bedroom door, hands flying to grip the collar of his shirt. The passion of his kiss made you weak, his own knees buckled. Your sounds mirrored the other's, hips rolling in tandem as the heat between your bodies danced and mingled with one another. Alastor was already getting carried away, hands grabbing at everything he could touch... your cheek, your ass, your waist... He needed more. He needed you to be absolutely bothered and sweating.

Alastor pulled away, licking a long, wet trail from your collar bone to your ear. You trembled as ghost-like kisses were placed along your jaw, pleased sigh his reward. Your head tilted back and to the side, allowing better access to the longing demon.

"Ahh-- Alastor!"

His name fell from your lips, bruised and hanging agape as your breath came out in labored puffs. Alastor groaned, eyelids fluttering as he inhaled once more. A shaky sigh soon followed, making your thighs clench together. He licked at the sweat that ran down your neck, swirling his tongue before kissing there again.

More... he needed more of this.

No words were exchanged as his lips wandered lower, your clothing coming down and off with his lecherous journey. You could only cradle and grab at his hair, trying to slow or stop his descent when he would kiss a particularly gratifying area... but your eyes widened as his kisses lingered on your lower abdomen. Your eyes met his candy apple reds, swirling with lust and intrigue.

"Mon cher, I simply cannot bear to wait... I must have you." He couldn't contain his raspy sigh as he took your pants off, sliding them down your trembling legs. You'd be lucky to have these clothes back after this night...

Once you were bare before him, he kissed at your mound, the smell of your hormones and sweat making his brow furrow with desire. His eyes nearly rolled back into his skull as you moaned, nodding feverishly," I-I... I don't-- fuck, Al... Don't stop..."

Al looked firmly at you, mouth hanging open, but not coming closer. You huffed, trembling as your cheeks flush.

"... Pl-please... keep going... I want this."

Alastor smiled up at you, toothy grin absolutely drunk with adoration as he lowered his head. He spread your legs apart, arms moving to lift you. You were pushed up until you sat upon his shoulders, suspended a few inches off the ground. You were shaking at the realization of how powerful he was; how easily he was able to sustain you with just his shoulders. It was a strength that made your abdominals clench in anticipation.

The moment his tongue ran up your slit, you saw the light, eyes widening from the feeling of his warm muscle. Alastor grunted as he started to gently lap at your core. Finally: something that distracted him from how divinely you smelt...

Now he had a new muse (and problem) to keep him up at night... the taste of your arousal.

Like a man starved, he began to lavish you earnestly, hands trapping your thighs around his head. He showed you no mercy as his tongue alternated between stimulating your clit and delving into your relaxed hole. You convulsed with his minstrations, one hand stabilizing you against the door while the other gripped an antler for deer dear life. You soon found your hips rolling into his face, his nose brushing your clit with every thrust. Your head collided with the door as your moans transformed into animalistic whines and huffs, unable to control the ravenous sounds he tore from you. Alastor wasnt any more refined, hungry like a tramp in heat.

His expression shook and strained with pure bliss as he took you in whole: touch, sight, sounds, scent, and taste. This truly was the thing that he needed most; to seek you in your entirety. He knew now that he needed to own your body by ways of physical desire and passion... something he only became keenly aware of recently.

Now, even if your soul would so pretty under his grasp... this seemed to outweigh that desire. This was the ultimate way to both have you, and for you to tie a metaphorical leash around his neck. He hadn't fully realized it, but he was completely and utterly yours, and after this display, you'd surely have him the same way...

His dignity be damned. You were too sweet to resist.

You held his fringe out of his face as Alastor groaned with every flick of his tongue, vibrations sending your nerves into overdrive. His movements, his reactions, and his blatant obsession with your scent had you seeing stars. You ground your face harder into Alastor's obedient tongue, forcing his inhales to be rapid and short. Had he breathed any harder, one would speculate he was panicking. But ahh, what a way to die again, but by your thighs and eager cunt...

"Sh-Shit-- Alastor I'm-- fuck, y-you're too-- Hah!"

Alastor's cock twitched and strained, unable to be freed as your noises grew in tempo and pitch: you were nearing your climax.

Yes.

Yes, cum on him; cum on his face.

He wanted to see your mouth hang open in a silent wail, riddled with ecstacy. He wanted to feel your legs snap his neck from the force of your grip. He wanted to taste the arousal on his tongue as it multiplied. And most importantly... he wanted to be fully engulfed in your scent as your cunt rode his tongue... At this rate, he would be making another mess tonight.

He would never wash his shirt again, aware of the cum dripping down onto the collar of his dress shirt... a notion that nearly made him squirm. Maybe he could convince you to let him keep your outfit, as a token of tonight's debauchery?

He had no more time to think as your orgasm overcame you. Both hands held his antlers as your frantically ground into his mouth, practically suffocating him as you sprayed his jaw with your release. Alastor could only take it, choking and sputtering but absolutely living in the moment. His eyes were fully rolled back, schelaras devoured by a deep, pitch color.

When oversensitivity started to make you quiver, you pulled away, utterly satisfied. Your hands went to smooth out Alastor's scrunched-up hair as he panted. You gave it a playful ruffle, apologetic for your behavior. You smile breathlessly down to the overwhelmed demon, about to thank him... Then, a shrill scream is ripped from your throat. Alastor's seering, hot tongue is on your clit again, hands digging in to the plush of your thighs.

"Mmph... more-- Please, let me have more, cher... need it-- need you!"

You whined as Alastor's pleas fell unto eager ears, head lolling. Alastor's tongue began to awaken a new vigor in you. You were more than happy to please the starved man below you... Maybe next time, you'd tie him up in your clothes, leaving him unable to do anything but take your passion, in every sense of the word...

[hometoursandotherstuff]

This is a 2002, $1.795M home in Eden Prairie, MN. It has 6bds, 6ba, and the Lady of the House went absolutely berserk with wall stencils. They are everywhere. $1.8M and it will cost thousands of dollars in paint to get rid of all the damned stencils. You gotta see this. And, of course, there will be the people who love to disagree with me and will say they love it.

We begin in a nice sunny great room with lots of light, a center fireplace and 2 lovely staircases.

Very nice.

And, then, after a trip to the craft store, stencil-mania is born. It begins in the lovely family room with a beautiful glass-enclosed fireplace and big sunny windows w/a view of the deck.

And, it naturally makes it's way into the dining room.

It's running thru the beautiful kitchen. This is lovely- I like the cooktop enclosure and the cabinetry.

Ahhhhh! It's in the half bath!

I'm sure the hubs said, "Don't you come into my office w/those things."

So, it progresses to this bath. I love the armoire and the sink cabinet. Very different.

And, it moves thru this bedroom, like the creeping crud.

Plus the en-suite.

Leave no stone unturned, not even the laundry room. The red is nice against the white.

I can't stop! Lemme get some of the upper landing.

Somebody stage an intervention! They're in the primary bedroom.

The lovely modern en-suite and the dressing room next to it. The cabinetry in this home is really very nice.

This blue guest room must be awaiting its turn.

But, the en-suite is done. I like the blue in here.

There's this room. Such a cute bedroom, too. I do like the contrast in this room. I would keep it.

And, this bedroom w/en-suite. It's all the gold I don't care for.

Also this main floor bedroom and en-suite.

Here's a bar- nice backsplash, and look at the pineapple mural on the fridge.

Then, I guess this is supposed to be a rec room, but they have it formally dressed with the obligatory stencils.

Nice wine cellar.

And, don't even THINK of stenciling the beautiful garage.

Lovely multiple decks in the back, plus a large patio with a fountain.

Gazebo- love that. 1.13 acre lot. I think they're selling, b/c there's nothing left to stencil.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/19115-Vogel-Farm-Trl-Eden-Prairie-MN-55347/58595641_zpid/?

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Bloody Knuckles and the Songs of Death (Part 5)

Azriel x Reader

Summary: Reader is everything that Azriel is not. Opposite feelings but equal death in the end.

AKA: Half a rewrite of chapters 43-47 of ACOWAR where reader is now there as part of the Autumn Court, excited to meet Azriel. The other half are my own ideas.

Warnings: Major themes of death and torture, ACOWAR spoilers (previous parts), blood, gore, mentions of abuse, (eventual) smut.

Word Count: 1,796

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Notes: I forgot how much I bloody love this one 😉

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The alliance doesn’t start well.

Without your ability to assure the others that Beron will come around and join their forces, your word means nothing to the rest of the High Lords.

You’re shown to a room for the night, and are left alone. There’s a platter of food to graze from, sitting on the table. It’s filled with luscious looking fruits and hearty meats to match. There’s a shining bottle of Dawn’s finest wine and a pair of glasses sitting next to the silver platter, as if it were more than just you alone tonight in this larger than large suite.

It’s all well and fine for you, though, because you are finally away from the clutches of Beron. 

As if he knows that you’re thinking of him, the hatred for the male that’s kept you prisoner for so many years, the bargain mark on your forearm begins burning in reminder. You tug up the sleeve of your deep chocolate leathers with a hiss, watching as the palm shaped burn mark flushes red with heat.

Beron always likes to assure his bargains with a handprint. You’ve seen enough of them to go around, even if the High Lord commanded to mark you in a place that could be easily concealed. Backs of necks, biceps, even the occasional palm print across a cheek are all of the marks you’ve seen made by the Autumn Lord.

Gritting your teeth, you snag the bottle and a couple of berries, eating them from your palm as you stride for the armoire. Slugging the bottle on one of the sweater-lined shelves, you strip the clothes from your body, breathing in a sigh of relief from the constricting leather. Your arm still burns with the remnants of your master’s reminder, as it always does, and you hope that the drink and the cool breeze of Dawn will sate your warm skin.

It’s not the burn you yearn for, that heat of a body beneath you while you wring their life in your hands.

The whisper of silk slides graciously across your skin, smooth and soft as you slip the nightdress over your head. The creamy lavender color matches the skies, you notice as you snag the bottle of wine by the neck and move towards the balcony. 

Stuffing the rest of the berries in your mouth, you shove through the heavy wooden doors, pausing on the threshold as the dawn breeze blows the hair back from your face, caressing your hot cheeks.

You don’t know how you’re to convince the other High Lord’s that Beron will join their ranks, don’t know how Eris will convince his father of doing the same. They’re weary of you, that much is obvious, left behind in the wake of the royal family's disappearance like a stray pet.

They don’t know how true that statement is, you think as you glare down at the mark adorning your otherwise unmarked skin. 

The cork of the wine pops with an ease that settles you some. You could only wish that it were the cracking of bones splitting through flesh, hot blood seeping between your fingertips, down your throat like you crave. Your body thrums with need, death calling to you like a lost lover.

You choke down a sip of the wine, hardly tasting it as you shove the thoughts from your mind. There was a reason Beron had enslaved you to him, trapped you beneath his will, because of your powers, your bloodthirsty nature. You sought blood and despair, missed the way it coats the back of your throat, embedding itself into the prints of your fingers and beneath the curve of your nails, the scent clinging to your body for days. 

You itch.

The alcohol is a comforting burn as it goes down, warming your belly, but it will only continue to ignite that yearning within you. 

There’s no chance to slip from the palace, lure someone into your bed, a peregryn perhaps. Surely one missing from this luxurious court would not be missed, or maybe, at the very least, they’d let you cut them open for a taste.

You won’t even kill them, you don’t think, wanting only to bathe in the feeling of a soul on the cusp of death, clinging desperately to life, teetering on that oh-so fine line. It’s the final moments that you crave. The threat of death that makes you feel alive.

You sigh, rubbing your eyes with your fists furiously, as if you’re trying to erase the thoughts from your mind. Your power roils, trying to slip out on the breeze that drifts by, but you lock it down tight, shoving the bottle to your lips again as you greedily drink it back.

“Careful now,” a voice startles from behind and you choke. “That bottle was sent for two.” Deep red wine spills from your chin as you whirl around, searching for the voice.

But there is only darkness…that is, until it shifts, the gravelly voice ripping through the silent night like a death knell. One that makes your spirit stir.

You’re entranced by the way Azriel emerges, as if made from the shadows themselves. His skin gleams beneath the rising moon and his golden eyes glow with fire in the dark. Night-blessed, you realize as he steps closer, darkness sliding from his skin as if he controls its icy tendrils himself.

“What are you doing here, shadowsinger?” you ask, keeping your voice level as you swipe the drink off your chin with your arm. Some has splashed down your front, making you look freckled with blood, the way it coats your lavender gown. You catch him staring.

He doesn’t know why he’s here. He can tell himself it’s to spy for Rhysand all he wants but he knows it’s not true. He’s intrigued by you, wants to know more about your power and how you’d so easily stopped him from snapping Eris’ neck. How you’d slipped past his guard with no resistance and why your eyes lit up at the sight of his blood.

Azriel is drawn in a way that he can’t stop. Like blood to a heart or the sun to the moon. It’s dangerous, him being here, but he can hardly control his feet as they move closer to you, his body aches to be in your presence.

“What are you?” he asks, forcing himself to halt a few feet away from you. His wings are pulled taut behind his back, claws curved inward and backlit by the moon. They make him look like a prince of Hel, horned and handsome beyond belief.

You eye him wearily, even if you do have to crane your neck back so high it hurts to look up at his towering figure. You clench the bottle of wine tighter in your hands so they don’t reach out for him, to wipe that still gleaming bead of blood from his split lip. 

“There is no name for what I am,” you answer simply, “And if there is, it isn’t one I have heard in a long time.”

The corner of his mouth pulls down in a frown and you watch eagerly as the wounded skin tugs. You don’t realize you’re licking your lips until his golden gaze flickers down to watch the motion.

You stifle the burning sensation creeping up your cheeks, taking another swig of the wine to wet your suddenly dry mouth.

He moves a step closer, and you follow in response. You can’t stop staring at each other, only a breath away from each other now, drawn together by an unknown force, cold and warm death meeting again after so long apart.

“Where did he find you?” he wonders, voice a whisper of shadow, as if he had not meant to speak it aloud.

“You think that the Night Court is the only court that holds a prison?” You purr, taking his hand in yours. Azriel does not pull away, if only because he understands how easily you can slip into his mind and wreck him…more than you already are, at least.

His heart aches in his chest but he likes it. Likes the way you caress his scars, looking at them as if they aren’t something to be embarrassed about. Your fingers are warm, and they feel delicious against his own, cold skin. He can see the way that your eyes light with fire as you stare at his torn knuckles and his throat bobs when you fix your gaze on his from lowered lashes, your pink tongue poking out to lap tentatively at his split skin.

It’s difficult not to react to the shiver that crawls down his spine.

Your hand around the neck of the bottle loosens as the taste of him bursts across your tongue. It’s shadowy freshness coats your mouth, awakens your soul as you swallow it down. His reflexes are quick, snatching up the bottle before it crashes to the ground. He necks the bottle back and you watch the bob of his throat as he drinks, a long line of red slowly dribbling down the tan skin of his neck. You shove closer to him. You want to lick it from his throat.

Your power flares, reaching out to him on a sharp exhale. There is no holding it back.

“Deep beneath the oldest oak in Autumn, buried beneath centuries of roots and earth, there is a prison,” your voice is soft, caressing his wet skin, and his breath is trapped in his throat. His fingers don’t twitch to reach for Truth-Teller, instead he wants to reach out, brush the hair from your face, slide his hand behind your neck, and tug you into him roughly, pressing your burning body flush to his night-cold one.

“I saw the way you looked,” he says hoarsely, as if he’s straining to keep whatever darkness lurks within him, clawing its way out to you, at bay. “When Feyre held Beron hostage with her power. That look in your eyes…you’re no longer a prisoner beneath the Oaks, but prisoner to him now, aren’t you?”

You swallow roughly. A curt nod is all you can muster in response.

“You want him dead?” Azriel asks, golden eyes pinning you beneath his stare.

“Yes,” you admit, voice so quiet as if the wind itself will carry your admission all the way to Autumn.

The sweep of his feathery hair brushes your brow as he leans in. Your heart leaps in your chest as if trying to rip its way out of your body to meet his as he lowers himself flush, hot against your frozen body.

His answer is a promise of death, tingling against your lips as he draws himself down to you.

“So be it.”

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Fate - Fantasy! Eijiro Kirishima ♡♧

Summary: You fell for a knight of a rivaling kingdom. [Warnings: star-crossed lovers, slight angst, slight pining. Also unedited!] -1.5k words

The sunlight peaks through the silk bedchamber curtains to greet your awakening form. Your twin chambermaids quietly scurry into the bedroom, various items in hand to prep for the day ahead. 

"Miss Majesty," Faye spoke over the comfortable silence of the room, "it is time to get ready for the ball." 

You suck in a breath lightly, outstretching your arms, and sit up from your satin pillows and silk sheets. 

"That's today?" You tiredly mutter through the quiet.

May nods and aids you out of the tall bed, Faye goes into the armoire to retrieve a dress for the occasion. 

"Indeed, my lady. Would thou prefer pink or gold?" She holds up the two elegant dresses. 

The pink was silk, sleeves down to the fingers with pearl accents, the ruffling a beautiful pink lace to enchant the dress altogether. 

The gold, however was more simple, having silk wraps just below the shoulder. The tulle was a rose gold, flowing down to the floor neatly. It had accents of gold going around the skirt in swirls, almost like the wind.

"I think the gold, Faye." You yawn lightly as May begins to make the bed, feet carrying you to the bath. Your fingers dip into the water first, feeling the perfect warmth before you undress and slowly get into the porcelain. 

Faye nods at the choice and hangs it above the room divider. Her and May finish making the bed as you begin to hum, using the water to warm your tired body up. 

"Ladies, may I ask something of you?" Your eyes close, body lightly sinking under the water. 

"Of course, Majesty." They both speak in unison, making a giggle rise from your chest.

"If I meet a suitor tonight," Their presence lingered closer, one their delicate sets of hands beginning to wash your hair. "You mustn't tell Father." You open an eye, expecting some kind of refusal. 

"Of course, Princess." Faye speaks first, a truthful smile on her face. " 'tis your choice to tell the Lord of your romances." The twin grabs a brush and some jewelry to set them down against the vanity.

"And you, May?" You close your eyes again as May grabs a pitcher to rinse out the soap from your hair. 

"Of course, Princess." She nods, though you can't see, your eyes preventing soap from entering them. "Your romances are your own to share." She sets the pitcher down and gently rings out your hair with her hands.

You reach out of the tub for a hand towel, using it to wipe your eyes dry. 

"Thank you, both of you. I know it can be overbearing how much I ask of you." Using a smaller rag to wash your face, the twins leave the task to you. You requested to personally have this task, the twins obliging without arguing. 

"It's no problem, My Lady." Faye speaks up. "It's what we're supposed to do." 

Sitting at the vanity, the maids do your hair in a loose but elegant set of braids, curling the hairs on the sides of your face. You reach for the jewelery, putting various rings and bracelets on. You keep your left ring finger open, not wanting anyone to assume your status.

"You look beautiful, Princess." The butler's voice compliments from your open door, the maids shooting him knowing looks. 

"Thank you, James." You bow your head as a kind gesture and then shoo him away. "Do make sure Father's favorite wine is in the dining hall tonight."

James bows and smirks, this little friendship cracking up the maids as he leaves. 

"Always a charmer that one," May shakes her head as Faye continues to lightly snicker. 

"Shall we put your shoes on, M'Lady?" May held up a pair of gold heels, and you nod. 

Standing with the help of Faye, you slip on the shoes as May tightens and ties them. Once done, the girls help with final touches and the ball is soon to begin. 

Musicians play their instruments, the beautiful sound echoing through the dancehall. 

You greeted various dukes and knights throughout the event, all but the one you truly wished to see. 

Your knight. Sir Eijirou. 

He caught your eye from a previous festival, the jousting tournament his shining entrance into your very soul. He reigned undefeated and when he succeeded in winning the tournament, he gifted the winning rose to you, its petals a blood red. 

"For the loveliest lady here," his voice made your heart flutter, the memory causing a smile to grow on your lips.

A feather fan hid the sign of emotion, not wanting to offend anyone around. You await seeing his sharp toothed grin and cherry red hair. 

You roam the hall once more and reach the banquet table. Using a skewer to pick up a small chocolate, you use the fan yet again to hide eating it. Setting the skewer aside and glancing around the hall, you see no one of relevance. 

A tap to your shoulder pulls your gaze away from the stuffy dancehall, a jolt leaving your shoulders. Looking to the owner of the finger, you turn to face him.

"Sir Kirishima." You grin softly and bow, noticing the lack of armor for noble looking clothing. He must have fulfilled his knightly duties today. 

"Lady (Y/n)," he flashes his beautiful smile, "you're more beautiful than the rarest flower in the lands."

He bows before offering his hand. "Would you care for a dance?" 

"I would love to." You set down the feathered fan, one of the maids holding on to it as Eijirou leads you to the dancefloor. 

The orchestra begins to play the waltz as the two of you dance. Your heart couldn't beat any harder against your chest at this magical moment, eyes taking in each and every detail of your knight. 

"My Lady," red eyes begins, but stops quickly when you laugh.

"(Y/n)." You correct him. "You are my knight, therefore when it is just us, you may call me by my name." 

He blushes and nods, "Then you may call me by mine," he spins you around. 

"Eijirou." He says once you stepped in front of him again. 

"(Y/n), I had a proposal if you would find it respectful." He hugs close to you as the song gets slower, your right hands entwined. The way your fingers laced together felt like mismatched patterns, not exactly equal, but still comforting.

"What is thou's proposal?" You gaze softly into his eyes and he grins again, this time the blush on his cheeks deepening. 

"For you to be my lady, officially. And I your knight. I wish to one day marry you." He glances expectantly, eyes softly taking in your features. It was like he wanted to commit your image to memory, causing your cheeks to heat up. 

"This is very forward, Eijiro." You laugh coyly, "But I can admit I wish that too." The music comes to an end and you both bow, but keep a hold on the other's hand. 

"Follow me." You look around the ballroom to see if Father is watching, and when he is preoccupied, you rush out with Kirishima to the castle gardens. 

"Where are you taking me?" He keeps up the pace easily, your dress a hindrance as you step down a staircase. 

"I'm about to change your life." You glance back, your heart beating against your chest once more.

"Then by all means," he follows without a word then, finally seeing the gardens ahead.

Once you reach the garden, you rush inside and stop at a fountain; the hedges around you are coated in flowers. Blood red roses.

"This," you take both of his hands in yours delicately, "this is where we shall make the vows." Your eyes dart across the garden for any prying eyes, your bottom sitting on the marble of the fountain. You kick your heels off haphazardly, too focused on your lover to care where they land.

"On this Earth." You tear your stockings at the ankles, toes feeling the soft grass and soil below, lover already mirroring you. 

"In this space." You sigh happily. 

"You promise to be mine, today and forever?" He kneels down and presents a silver ring, it's band resembling vines of a rose, the gemstone inside the color of your irises. 

"I promise, today and forever." You nod and extend your left hand, the knight sliding the ring onto your third finger. 

"You mean the world to me, even in such short time." You admit, opposite hand caressing his cheek. 

"It's as if we were destined by fate." 

"Then if fate destined us," he holds the hand on his face tenderly, "then I would have continued to run through as many fates as I could to have met you." He stares into your eyes lovingly, his opposite hand on your cheek. 

Alas, as most romances, this was a forbidden love. 

Eijiro was from another castle, his father the sworn enemy of yours. 

Dogs bark and howl from a small distance, multiple feet approaching the garden. 

Your lips bid him a bittersweet farewell, his returning the tender kiss before he hastily shoved his boots on. 

You collect your shoes as he ran away. 

"Forever." You call out to him, his face turning quickly with that beautiful sharp toothed smile.

"Forever." You hear him say before he was gone. 

And that was the last you would see of him.

Photo Credits: @yuqi-luv @akebo5hi Divider Credits: @sister-lucifer @chilumitos

[crisalidaseason]

Will you destroy my dear heart?

SPOILERS FROM BOOK 1

Summary: the lake scene from Liam's perspective and the moment the friendship he built with Violet crumbled.

Tags: set in Book 1, Set in fourth wing, The Lake Scene, Angst, Betrayal, Guilt, Grief/Mourning, Liam is Not Okay, Liam needs a hug, so does violet and xaden, broken relationships, accepting death

Liam was practically dozing off, the warm body behind him being an extra layer of coziness, when his dragon’s presence stirred and the familiar voice burst through his shields.

“You need to return, Sgaeyl’s rider demanded your presence”

He startled, sitting on the bed “What happened?”

“I was not told, but it seems urgent”

��Fuck” Liam cursed, trying to maneuver around Yago as not to wake him up, but did not succeed. The healer opened his eyes immediately “I have to go, sorry”

“It’s okay” Yago replied, speech slightly slurred “you seem worried though”

“My dragon said there is an emergency in the quadrant, but I have no idea what it is” Liam informed as he gathered his clothes from the ground and dressed as quickly as possible.

“That’s never good, your quadrant having an emergency usually means trouble” Yago grumbled, standing up and going to his own armoire, taking a clean healer uniform “Might as well prepare for when you all come back wounded”

Liam chuckled, clasping his sheaths in place “Sorry about it”

The healer simply shrugged, walking towards the door to open the door for Liam “be safe, please”

“I’ll try” Liam smiled, grasping the other man’s arms softly.

They exchanged a surprisingly chaste kiss compared to the previous ones and Liam quickly left. He crossed the dormitories of the healer’s quadrant, practically sprinting once he reached the bridge. The night was surprisingly cold and every step on the stone ground seemed to echo too loudly in the air. Behind him, other footsteps could be heard and a single look confirmed that other riders had received a similar distress order.

Fuck. Something was happening.

“Do you think the wards…”

“It’s difficult to know. The vale is intact, but nothing can be said about the borders” Deigh replied.

That prompted Liam to run faster, all the sleepiness and the precious post-rgasmic haze giving place to fight mode. He broke through the gathering hall of the rider’s quadrant, passing multiple barely dressed riders and finding the majority of them assembling in formation. A full formation. Liam sharpened his gaze and focused it on the dais, seeing as Panchek waited for them with Captain Fitzbiggons and Colonel Aetos. None of them were wearing flight leathers nor seeming very worried.

“Fuck, if this is just a training call…”

“Wait and see, boy”

He still groaned nonetheless, running coming to a halt at the edge of the courtyard. His squad was already in place and Liam did not hesitate to slip beside Violet, breathing heavily and adjusting the shitty button of his celebration uniform that had come undone.

“This had better be good, because I was finally taking my shot with that gorgeous brunette healer” Ridoc complained, smelling a bit too strongly of wine.

“Good night?” Violet asked Liam, a teasing glint in her eyes.

“Fine” he replied, feeling his face heat pathetically.

“Anyone seen Dain?” she asked Nadine in front of them.

“All the squad leaders are with leadership” the other girl replied.

They watched as all the other squads filled up their slots. Liam could see no sense of urgency on Panchek’s or Captain Fitzgibbons’ body language and it was just confirming his suspicions that this whole thing was far from an actual distress call.

Rhiannon slid between him and Violet with a shove, smiling at him briefly before turning to Violet with a yawn and then tensing.

“Violet Sorrengail, are you wearing Riorson’s flight jacket?”

Liam blinked and turned to look at Violet, suppressing a teasing comment but openly staring. She quickly broke eye contact, going more red than he had and whispering to Rhiannon a bit too low for him to understand. Not that he needed much context since Rhi’s question was enough for him to notice the mess of Violet’s hair and the too large jacket. Fuck, he almost sent a grateful prayer to whatever entity was listening. Xaden Riorson had finally pulled his head out of his fucking ass!

Garrick was probably having a field day, Liam needed to talk to him.

His gaze drifted back to the dais as the wingleaders took their place. Xaden was looking composed enough, but there was a very contained anger and annoyance behind his brother’s eyes. Liam tried not to chuckle at the sight, but soon the mood soured when it was confirmed that formation was just a false distress call.

“This is a test, isn’t it?” Liam groaned again.

“It might be, it is what Sgaeyl informs me, something about human’s stupid games of murdering one another”

“Riders Quadrant!” Panchek started “Welcome to the last event of this year’s War Games”

If Liam could growl like a dragon, he would have. Soon, all of his bones decided to remember he had not slept at all. And by the low complaints of everyone around him, most people had not rested as well.

“The alert that was sounded is similar to what it would have been if this were a real-life attack - to see how fast you would muster - and we will continue this exercise as if it is. Were the borders to be simultaneously attacked, and the wards faltering, you would all be called into service to reinforce the wings. Colonel Aetos, would you do us the honor of reading the scenario?”

The Colonel took a step forward, his gaze drifting to his son for a few seconds before reading from the parchment “The moment we’ve dreaded has arrived. The wards we’ve dedicated our lives to upholding are falling, and there has been an unprecedented, multilevel attack along our borders, putting villages under siege from drifts of gryphon riders. Mass casualties among civilians and infantry are already being reported, as are the deaths of multiple riders”

Sure. Gryphon riders. Not the fucking venin sucking the land dry while your entire fucking base of soldiers knows nothing about it.

“As we would if you were a battle-ready force, we are sending your wings in every direction”

At that, the colonel began distributing orders to the wings through missives.

“Fourth Wing to the southeast. Each squad will pick which outpost they will reinforce within that region. Choices are first come, first served. Wingleaders, however, will be assigned to theirs for the purposes of determining a headquarters for this exercise”

Liam felt his stomach burn when noticing the Colonel’s smile - one he recognized from all those years ago. A cruelty shaping the man’s face for split - but enough - seconds.

“Riorson, you’ll establish your headquarters for Fourth Wing at Athebyne” the man announced.

At that, Liam’s heart stopped completely. His stomach dropped in fear as if he had lost balance on Deigh. He held back the urge to exchange looks with Xaden or Imogen, not wanting to give away any panic.

Athebyne.

All their weapons’ exchange happened there. There was no way this shit was coincidental.

“Do they know?”

“Sgaeyl says nothing”

“Wingleaders, assemble your headquarters squads at your own discretion, pulling from any and all riders within your wings. Consider this a test of leadership, as there are no limitations in a real-world scenario. You will receive the updated orders once you reach your selected outposts for this five-day exercise” the Colonel instructed.

“Five whole days? This is going to be so much fun” Heaton sounded elated “We’re going to pretend war”

But Liam was not sure it was just a game for Xaden.

“Yeah” Imogen agreed, though her tone seemed distant “I think we are”

“Just like real life, you squad leaders need to make your choices quickly, then report to the flight field within thirty minutes. You’re dismissed”

Their formation started to lose shape as section and squad leaders passed messages through one another.

“We’re going to claim the outpost at Eltuval, the northernmost one in our assigned region” Aetos informed “I’m not getting stuck at some coastal outpost when we know that’s not how Poromiel would choose to attack. Anyone have a problem with that?”

Yes. His brother was flying to a possible trap and Liam would be too far away to do anything. But he said nothing, nor did the rest of his squad.

“Good, then you heard the commandant. You have thirty minutes to change, pack what you can carry for five days, and get your asses to the flight field” their squad leader ordered.

Liam quickly followed his squadmates, staying behind and keeping an eye on Violet’s back just for good measure, though he did not join their conversations. Too fucking nervous to joke around. Once Violet was inside her warded bedroom, he quickly entered his own room and kneeled beside the bed, reaching under it and grabbing the emergency bag he kept packed in case of an escape. He changed into flight leathers and quickly left the room, waiting for the rest of his squadmates. Nervousness was all Liam could feel while they all walked back towards the flight field, the sea of riders almost too overwhelming in comparison to their regular class days. The field in itself was crowded, though relatively organized as practically all dragons were in position by wing and squad.

“I’ve never seen so many dragons together” he mumbled, the multitude of colors almost too much.

“Consider it majestic”

He would if his heart was not trying to abandon his body

“We’re going to win” Rhiannon assured “We’re the best. We’ll win. I can almost taste that squad leader designation for next year”

“You’ll get it” Violet said, turning to him in a playful mood “What about you? Want to distinguish yourself with glory so you can rise to squad leader?”

Liam tried to swallow the knot that lodged in his throat, too fucking nervous to indulge on their usual who’s-gonna-be squad leader banter “We’ll see”

They reached their dragons, Deigh’s royal red scales visible from where he stood beside Feirge.

“You fear”

“I think something bad is going to happen to my brother” he whispered despite the secrecy of their conversation “something’s wrong and I can’t be separated from him”

He couldn’t bear the guilt if something happened to Xaden.

“Then I believe you will not have to”

Liam looked from his dragon to the person approaching. Xaden walked his way in quick strides, stopping by his side but far enough not to irritate his dragon “You’re coming with me to Athebyne, expect the worse”

He only had time to nod before his brother rerouted towards Aetos.

“Second Squad!” the squad leader’s voice carried out “Prepare for a four-hour first leg of our flight. We’ll need to keep a tight formation for the first fifteen minutes as the squads disperse”

Liam was out of breath as his brother finally reached up to Aetos. From the unfriendly face breaking through the squad leader’s mask and Violet’s widened eyes, Liam’s suspicions were confirmed.

They were going to Athebyne. And Violet was coming with them.

“Deigh?” he whispered down the bond “do you know something I don’t? Something important?”

“What is there for me to hide from you?”

“I don’t know, but going to Athebyne can’t be a coincidence…something is wrong. Has Sgaeyl said anything?”

Deigh went silent for a few seconds and Liam was not sure if he was actually fishing the other dragon for information or choosing not to reply. In the distance, Xaden kept speaking with Aetos, a seemingly heated discussion in which Violet was trying her best to de-escalate.

“Sgaeyl would not share what she doesn’t deem life threatening. I know nothing” Deigh finally replied “though we should act as if our enemies from within and beyond were in tow”

****

Liam longed for home every waking hour of the day, even if became quite good at drowning the feeling. It had been years since he last saw up close the mountain range encasing the province he was born and raised in. Tyrrendor was majestic even kilometers away from them, and if Liam activated his sharp sight even more, he could see as the Cliffs of Dralor curved and indicated where his beloved city was hiding. Last time Liam saw Aretia, he was being escorted out of it while the smoke and ashes were still in the air. Everything in him begged to fly just a little more southwest and simply venture to his home, to finally see what was happening with his rebuilding Aretia.

Upon crossing the border, Liam felt a strange feeling pool on his lower abdomen. He had not eaten since before leaving Basgiath but it was not hunger causing discomfort. The sensation reverberating in his body was similar to an erratic gooseflesh. Even stranger was the tingling on the back of his eyes, though the reflexes remained intact.

“Is it you?”

“The wards are behind us. You are feeling raw and wild magic” Deigh explained.

“What does it mean exactly?”

“Our magic is not being ruled by our hatching grounds anymore, but nature itself. Expect your abilities to change”

Liam made sure to keep his feet on the warm ground of the sunroom, opening the half-closed ceiling even more. Power streamed into his body and the fog of the altitude cleared even more as his gaze sharpened even more. Liam let out a yelp when he noticed weird ondulations in the air, like the ones you’d see above a bonfire but larger and…lively.

“It feels like something is right in front of us, but I can’t see it well”

The strange pattern got thicker as Liam looked down, to the distant ground, almost feeling dizzy as the deformities became harsher.

“We will descend for water, warm your limbs” Deigh announced “be vigilant”

“Always am”

Deigh descended quickly, but not to the point of causing the insane nausea of a fast descent. As the ground neared them, Liam noticed as the invisible shapes started to fade and the deformities were no longer so noticeable, though the air still trembled. He had no idea what the actual fuck he was seeing.

“I believe you may be noticing streams of power spilling from the source” his dragon explained.

“You sure those are safe?”

“It is what feeds your wards, the power that emanates from our hatching grounds, but they follow another pattern there, round as an egg”

It was honestly fascinating.

When his dragon finally landed a few meters behind Tairn, Liam dismounted quickly, holding back a grunt due to his thigh muscles being sore after almost a day of flying. He took off the goggles and gloves, warming his fingers up with a warm breath. Violet was unbuckling her saddle and Liam furrowed his brows in surprise when the strange deformation seemed to curve around the black dragon and move strangely.

Actually, it seemed to move with Violet.

Liam began scanning the lake, seeing as everyone had the same strange movements around them, though none of them as noticeable as Violet’s. It was truly a fascinating sight though everyone else seemed so unbothered by it.

“Am I the only one seeing it?”

“Given your power, I believe so. Everyone, including me, may feel it”

“We’re twenty minutes out from Athebyne, so hydrate! We have no idea what kind of scenario is waiting for us” Xaden announced beside him, loud and clear.

Liam quickly rounded Deigh’s shape and walked towards Violet, who was looking as tired as everyone else “You doing all right?”

The dragons around them moved to hydrate on the lake, but Violet kept staring at Tairn and Andarna with a very worried face.

“Violet?”

She turned to him, hesitation all over her slightly swollen eyes “If I say I’m not sure, will you think less of me?”

He tried not to laugh at the absurdity of her words “I’d think you’re being honest”

She turned her gaze forward, contemplating something while watching both Xaden and Garrick talking to one another. His brother sharply turned his head in her direction and both proceeded to stare at one another for too long.

Seriously. Not the fucking time.

“You doing all right with whatever is going on there?” Liam called her attention, breaking her strange silent conversation with Xaden.

She startled slightly, repeating her previous words “And if I tell you I’m not sure?”

“I’d think you got yourself in over your head” his reply was sincere.

As much as Liam hid things from her, that was something he could not lie to her about.

She pursed her lips and dropped her pack on the ground, rolling her shoulders with a grimace “For someone who said he owes Xaden everything, that’s not a glowing recommendation”

Her gaze settled on Liam with a warning “Don’t turn into Dain on me”

“It’s not that.” Liam tried not to sigh in frustration “It’s just that I know his priorities”

Knows the secrets Xaden holds. The weight of their life. Despite the fact Xaden and Violet were already deeply intertwined, there was the undeniable fact that the poor woman was going into it completely blind.

“I’m really sorry you got dragged along on my account” her voice was quiet “You should be at one of the midland posts with Dain, not being hauled past the wards. Colonel Aetos is a fair man, but I have no doubt this assignment is meant to ‘give the marked wingleader his due’”

The fact Violet was aware of how Athebyne sounded strange made his stomach churn. He was not the only one with the negative thoughts then.

“I’m not scared, no one is hauling me, and believe it or not, Violet, sometimes my orders actually don’t revolve solely around you. I do have other skills, you know” He smiled at her, trying to ease the tension in her shoulders.

He was nervous in fact, maybe not terrified, but he was feeling insecure with the extent of their mission. Gods knew what Colonel Aetos was preparing.

“I’ve never once forgotten how amazing you are, Liam”

He tried not to let his smile falter, smothering a cough at her words. Guilt seemed to choke him, whispering that if she knew about everything, her opinion would be very different.

“Now, I need a moment of privacy” she declared, shoving him off with a quick motion.

He waved a hand at the forest behind them, bowing before saluting quickly and watching as she walked towards the woods. Liam took the time to scan the sky, trying to see past the invisible pulsing strands of power in search of a rogue riot of dragons. He was not sure what their assignment was, but a part of him felt a bit uneasy at the calmness of it all, the silence. Considering they were on the border of Poromiel, there was this lingering fear of not only war games, but gryphon attacks. Even if the Krovlan fliers and the Assembly had an agreement, nobody could predict loyalty based on a volatile weapon exchange.

“You alright?” Garrick asked “I don’t think I’ve seen you so worried”

Liam gazed at his friend and brother approaching quietly. Xaden, of course, was already searching for Violet with his eyes.

“Just sore” he replied truthfully “and wondering what death sentence they’re sending us to”

Garrick pursed his lips, a loud sigh leaving him “I think so too. Whatever command assigns us, is going to be a full on attack. They’re dying to kill us off for the last two War Games”

“What am I supposed to do then?” Liam inquired.

“Once we’re in Athebyne, me and the other third years will patrol the air, you and Violet wait in the outpost” Xaden replied “Bodhi and Imogen will be circling around the fortress as support”

“Farsight can help, let me patrol with you”

Xaden shook his head “I need you to stay in the fortress in case they attack us on ground, you’ll be able to see it better. Chradh can sense dragons earlier than the others, we can handle it”

Before Liam could protest, his brother raised a hand, pulling the distant wingleader voice.

“I’m not suggesting, Mairi”

Liam tried not to huff “Okay then. What else?”

“Communication between our dragons will be limited” Garrick complemented “here is not the same as inside the wards. Sometimes the communication is erratic”

Xaden quickly went over a few signs and movements their dragons would make in case their communication was cut, Liam mentally noted them while also trusting Deigh to relay any he might have missed.

“Remember, keep an eye on the ground and don’t leave unless one of us orders you”

Stay beside Violet. Though Xaden left that unspoken.

They split, with Liam attending to nature’s call. Upon his return, he briefly saw as Xaden made a beeline towards Violet, leaving Garrick behind without a word. To the utter surprise of everyone witnessing, his brother took her hand affectionately, leaning down to speak to her.

“Tell me I didn't hallucinate that” Liam mumbled, finally opening the bag he left with Garrick and fishing out the waterskin.

“You did not” Bodhi replied from the left with a curious expression “I thought they were just hate fucking”

“They are actually doing worse, shadow man and little Sorrengail are ridiculously into each other” Garrick practically barked a laugh “disgustingly so”

But Bodhi did not really join the jest. He was protective of his cousin and particularly weary when it came to his opinion of Violet Sorrengail. Liam understood the worries very well, considering the drastic changes Xaden was going through because of that woman. A part of Liam wondered if his brother’s decision to bring her to Athebyne was far from simply protection or strategy. Since Montserrat, he thought it was strange how Xaden seemed to be unable to function or concentrate without laying eyes on her. Xaden, who was always so focused on surviving, keeping everyone alive, helping the fliers, shouldering the revolution. Then Violet came and the man simply weaved himself into her, just like she also did.

“Are we really sure this is a good idea-” Bodhi began but a noise made him shut up and look at the treeline.

Garrick tensed and his eyes widened. Behind Liam, he heard Masen and Imogen curse out loud.

“Deigh!”

He re-opened the roof of the sunroom and his sight improved. East of the lake, there was a shape - no, shapes! - approaching.

“Gryphons. Cuir says they are friendly, but do not yield”

He tensed all over. The horror of the implications settled on his abdomen just like the boulder concealing his brother and Violet.

“Xaden!” Bodhi ran towards them, with Liam and Garrick following right after. The others had also taken notice and soon they were all closing in a half circle around Xaden. A few wingbeats indicated dragons were approaching too.

“A fucking Sorrengail” a voice Liam did not recognize set his alarms ablaze, but the owner was wearing a very obvious brown leather uniform.

Fliers.

Fucking Xaden. Bringing Violet with them when a weapon drop was so fucking closely scheduled. He was going to beat the fuck out of his brother if they survived war games.

They all stop in a crooked front line, Liam the only one who instinctively reached for the dagger at his waist just in case. He looked at Violet’s mixture of confusion and analysis and the boulder was practically rising to his throat.

It would not take long for her to assume the worst and…

He saw it before listening, the kinked white lines painting the sky before the late crackle of thunder.

Well. Fuck.

“No!” Xaden quickly immobilized Violet and Liam had to hold a loud swear back.

He fucked up, Xaden fucked up. They all fucking fucked up!

“What are you doing?” Violet protested, fury building behind her eyes and the white lines began crawling in the sky again, though the thunder never came. Instead, wind swept the entire clearing as Tairn’s massive dark shape landed behind his rider.

“Holy shit, that one is huge” the flier woman mumbled. A few others retreating at the sight of Tairn.

Liam looked at the woman, noticing there was a certain similarity to her dark braid and large dark eyes until his memory finally caught up. Syrena Cordella.

“They are relatively friendly” he sent Deigh “Xaden and her have an agreement. We should be safe, but stay close”

“I am near” his dragon confirmed.

“If you have ever trusted me, Violet, I need you to do it now” his brother mumbled to her, but she was still dangling between confusion and anger “Just stay here. Stay calm”

Liam caught Violet the second Xaden shoved her into his arms. There was a serious warning in his brother’s eyes: Hold her tight.

“I’m sorry about this, Violet” Liam’s voice was full of shame, and the taste of it was overwhelming. There was no coming back. He had warned Xaden the worst could happen and unfortunately it did happen.

“Let. Me. Go” she demanded quietly, but her body was completely still against his arms.

He felt a strange numb and prickly sensation down his body, his body hair standing up but no coldness to justify it. The sensation in his body was growing increasingly uncomfortable and Liam felt as if something was entering his body.

“I can’t do that. I really wish I could”

The ground vibrated with Tairn’s warning roar, practically bursting his ears.

“Release the woman, boy. I will not have you burned because of Sgaeyl’s rider”

Liam let go of Violet quickly, palms up, but his stomach was practically turned upside down “Got it. Point made. No touching.”

To her credit, she simply remained planted on the ground. The strange sensation in his body slowly subsided. It took Liam a few seconds to notice that the strange magic lines were swirling above them, spiraling right where Violet was standing.

“You’re fucking early” his brother complained to Syrena, not an ounce of panic in his voice “What happened to meeting tomorrow? We don’t have a full shipment”

“The shipment isn’t the issue” she replied.

Liam had not seen the woman that often over the years, but she had not changed much in general apart from the deep colored eye bags and the weight on her shoulders.

“So you were waiting nearby to chat on the off chance that we’d fly by a full day early?” his brother inquired, crossing his arms.

Liam moved slowly, putting himself beside Violet but slightly forward just in case someone made a move on her. The fliers were staring at her as an…opportunity. Liam would be damned if they touched a single hair of her head.

“We were patrolling from Draithus yesterday, it’s about an hour southeast from here-”

“I know where Draithus is” Xaden interrupted.

“Never know, you Navarrians act like nothing exists beyond your borders” another flier countered, clearly angered “I don’t know why we’re bothering to warn them”

“Warn us?” his brother demanded.

Liam was torn between paying attention to the conversation, minding the fliers holding knives and Violet’s tense form.

“We lost a village in the vicinity to a horde of venin two days ago. They decimated everything” Syrena revealed.

Liam saw as Violet gasped quietly and he knew it would be all downhill from there. Two secrets were out. One more thing for her to resent. Liam felt the taste of defeat before and being acquainted with it again was an experience he hated.

As if to put even more confirmation, Imogen whispered from the left “Venin never come this far west”

But they were. So close to Tyrrendor. His home. He always thought they’d have more time. Syrena’s exhaustion made complete sense.

“Until now” she retorted “They were unmistakably venin and had one of their-”

“Don’t say anything else” Xaden stopped her “You know that none of us can know the details or we put everything at risk. All it takes is one of us being interrogated”

Liam thought it did not matter at all. They were fucked just by talking to the fliers.

“Details or not, it looks like the horde is heading north,” the angry male flier replied “Straight toward our trading post on the border across from your garrison at Athebyne. Are you armed?”

Fuck, this was a mess.

“We’re armed” Xaden informed.

“Then our job here is done. You’ve been warned. Now we have to go defend our people. As it is, this side trip only gives us about an hour to reach them in time”

For the first time since that entire nightmarish conversation started, his brother looked over the shoulder, eyes focused on Violet. Liam stopped himself from shaking his head in despair, he had warned his brother so many times. So many fucking times.

“If you think you’ll ever convince a Sorrengail to risk their neck for anyone outside their own borders, then you’re a fool” the flier scorned, hateful eyes on Violet

But she was quiet, tense, imobile. Liam did not know what to think of it. Would she turn on them or not? Attack the fliers? The little information Violet had could lead to so many incorrect assumptions and rushed actions.

The male flier was still sneering at her, a cruel smile appearing “I wonder what your king would be willing to pay in order to get back the daughter of his most illustrious general. I’m willing to bet your ransom would be worth enough weaponry to defend all of Draithus for a decade.”

At that Liam felt the ground tremble under Tairn’s snarls. His own body shifted towards his friend and the dagger on his hand was ready to throw. Liam took a clear fighting stance, making sure every flier noticed. Whether Violet turned on them or not, he could not let those people have her.

“Fuck,” Bodhi cursed, filling up the other weak spot on Violet’s right. Him and Bodhi exchanged a look of understanding.

“Try. I dare you” Violet replied coldly and the sky above crackled again, though not at all the full potential Liam had witnessed before.

Xaden stiffened, the stream of shadows flooding the field in threat. His voice held nothing but a cruel and somber tone when he spoke “You take a step toward that Sorrengail and you’ll be dead before you can even shift your weight. She’s not up for discussion”

Syrena did not tremble nor did she react to his brother’s words, as if she was completely immune to the threats “We’ll be there with the rest of our drift. Just signal if you can get away from the disbelievers”

The jab at Violet did not register. She was too focused on the male flier, the air around her practically buzzing with power. Fortunately, the fliers retreated into the treeline, a few gryphons already flying away. Their own group started to also scurry away to their own dragons after the ground was clear.

“Good luck, Riorson” Imogen offered, turning away.

Bodhi was tense, not sure if he should leave or stay and Liam refused to leave at all, even when his brother clearly showed signs that he wanted to be alone with Violet. That mess was not caused only by Xaden, Liam had his share of guilt for not insisting or finding a way to change things. Do things differently.

“Boy…”

“Later” he slammed his shields.

Violet’s eyes were unfocused and her body turned slightly in Tairn’s direction and he knew she was being betrayed all over again…by her own dragons nonetheless. Her anger was raw and obvious, face truthful to her emotions.

Violet herself had always been truthful. From day one.

At that moment Liam knew that there was something definitely broken with the way she gazed at his brother. Xaden tried to approach slowly, hand partially raised as if trying to convey that he was harmless, the hard mask slipping and giving place to…fear.

Xaden was afraid.

Liam changed another look with Bodhi, trying to find the words to address that mess, begging his friend to soothe that difficult conversation somehow. Violet was breathing erratically and the air was thickening again with power. Liam saw as she opened her mouth slightly and he dreaded them so fucking much.

Whatever she said, it would do to his brother. Because whatever Violet’s mind conjured up, even if not fully informed, it would be nothing but the truth. The gut wrenching truth.

So he dreaded. Waited. Wondered what to do…but it wasn’t Xaden she spoke with.

It was him.

Her eyes were heavy on Liam. Their pale shade even duller..

“Were we ever really friends?”

First came guilt, which he was used to, but that moment it tasted so fucking bitter. Worse than fear or nostalgia. It tasted bitter to the point it revolted your stomach and made the acid rise to the throat.

Then he felt the panic. Panic for what he had fucked up.

Violet was the first new friend Liam made outside of the tight knit group he was always acquainted with. Even her initial dislike upon meeting him was something he had never experienced before. Violet never saw the relic, her eyes would glaze over it and go straight into him. She never saw Liam Mairi, son of the dead and traitor Colonel Mairi. For Violet he was just Liam, her annoying bodyguard and squadmate.

She had called him a good friend merely hours ago.

“We are friends, Violet, but I owe him everything” he offered, though the words sounded and felt empty to him “We all do. And once you give him a chance to explain-”

Her face contorted into rage and she took a step towards him with a snarl.

“You watched me train with him!” she shoved his chest and it hurt nothing compared to the betrayal spewing from her voice “You stood by and watched me fall for him!”

“Oh shit” Bodhi exclaimed nearby and Liam did his best not to yell at him to fucking leave.

“Violence, let me explain” Xaden walked towards her.

The strands of magic were even more thick and wild around her, the anger making the air heavy and the luminous lightning cross the sky with a growing intensity. Violet spinned and advanced upon his brother just as fast as her signet.

“If you even think about touching me, I swear I’ll fucking kill you!” her words were pointed by crackling sounds in the sky.

“I think she means it” Liam warned his brother, genuinely worried.

“I know she does. Everybody, go back to the shore. Now!” Xaden ordered, clenching his jaw and glancing at Liam, who tried his best to convey every single advice through a single shared look.

Please don’t fuck this up more than it already is.

One wrong move, wrong word, and we’ll lose our hope.

I’m losing a friend.

Liam left with hesitation, torn between apologizing to Violet or screaming at Xaden. He felt his breathing go heavy with every step towards Deigh. The failure gripping his mind in a strong hold.

“I’m with you” Bodhi whispered, clasping Liam’s shoulder as they walked together “let them solve this, none of this is your fault-”

“It is” Liam replied firmly “it is my fault because Violet’s my squadmate and friend”

Bodhi did not object, but it was clear he disagreed. They simply remained silent, separating and heading towards the dragons. Liam ignored all the others, not wanting to talk to anyone at that moment. The guilt was eating away at him and opening space for shame to mock him.

You never insisted enough.

All she needed was a hint, were you really so keen to tell her?

How can you expect her to help your cause when lies and betrayal is all you’ve given?

What a friend you are, Liam Mairi.

Maybe the gods had done it again. Fucked him over just for the fun of it. Sending him to possibly die that night or on the ones to come with one more regret in the world. If Malek finally claimed Liam, Violet would be one more regret to persecute him on the journey of death.

“It is not time to wallow in human affairs” Deigh’s voice was stern “you cannot change the past. Move towards the future”

But what future awaited them? Violet’s decision was pivotal to now. He shuddered at the hurt in her eyes. Hurt people could do unspeakable things, like burn an entire city while mourning a son. He wanted to believe the Violet he spent months speaking with would never turn on him, but the lies were so many and the solutions were right there. One could only take so many blows before retaliating.

Liam was no stranger to the desire to hurt.

He sagged against Deigh’s back, the scales harsh on the skin of his forehead. Only the gods knew what awaited them, and either way it did not seem to be a good future. War games. Venin being so close to the border. It all sounded like a perfect set up to a tragedy.

“A decision has been made. We fly” Deigh announced.

Liam raised his torso, grasping at the large red scale line and tightening the hold of his thighs. Scanning the lake field, he saw as all the others had mounted - even Violet. She did not spare him a look and her eyes were distant, resentful.

“What-”

“Tairn did not reveal much, only that his riders stands with him, and he will not turn on us”

So Violet did not turn on them either.

****

Athebyne was definitely a trap.

Liam noticed the lack of people while still in the air. In such crucial outposts, there should be at least a small riot around but his sight picked up nothing. Inside the structure, it was eerily quiet, no soldiers walking around the open corridors connecting the fortress towers, only mage lights.

“What the hell?” Garrick exclaimed once they stepped inside the fortress to find nothing but wind.

“Stop” Xaden ordered, observing the structure with a frown “There’s no one here. Divide and search” He pointed at Violet with something akin to panic in his eyes “You don’t leave my side. I don’t think this is a War Game”

No shit. Liam thought.

The others scurried away but his brother motioned for Liam to stay. Leaving only the three of them together.

“Awesome” Violet mumbled, still very angry.

“This way” his brother instructed south. They ascended through the stone steps for what seemed to be minutes and not a single person was on sight.

“This is one of the most strategic garrisons we man” Violet’s voice startled Liam a little with how calm it sounded, as if all that shit in the lake was just a bad dream “There’s no way they’d abandon it for War Games”

“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of” his brother agreed.

They entered a sentinel base and Xaden grabbed the railing, looking down at the training post a few kilometers over “Liam”

“On it” he replied, allowing power to sharpen his sight even more.

Liam tried to focus beyond the expanse of trees, looking past the ondulations. In the distance, there was the trading post of Resson, he assumed. Liam noticed something within the darkness of the sky, a light of sorts, fast but strange enough to not be confused with lightning. There was also movement within the woods at the base of the mountain. He honed power into his vision even more and tried to catch whatever was moving.

“Can you feel something?” He asked Deigh.

“Yes. There are gryphons nearby and…”

“Venin?”

“I am not certain, but it does not feel familiar to me” Deigh’s tone was somber “I was never in their presence, but Tairn suspects it might be them”

“I have something!” Garrick shouted in the distance, but Liam did not turn to look at him. He kept trying to see anything useful, eyes filtering the entire landscape but catching only glimpses of movement. Another light illuminated the sky and he was sure it was definitely not lightning or moonlight.

“Did you tell him about my trips here?” he heard Xaden ask Violet, their hushed conversation losing the quietness.

“No!” Viole sounded offended “Unlike some people, I never hid anything from you”

“Violence” his brother was clearly reaching a conclusion Liam dreaded to hear “did Aetos touch you after I told you about Athebyne?”

Oh fuck.

“What?”

The wind was getting stronger and the movement allowed Liam to see a shape, the shade of purple contrasting with the dark blue of the night. He narrowed his eyes, the strain sending a sting on the back of his eyes, and the shape was becoming clearer and clearer. It had to be a person, though it seemed to glide instead of walking.

“It’s addressed to you” Garrick’s voice was way closer than before, rustling indicating that they were all inside the small quarter.

“That’s from Colonel Aetos” Violet informed.

“What does it say?” Garrick inquired “What’s our assignment?”

Liam’s heart startled when, out of nowhere, four figures simply broke the night’s dark colors, materializing in the field - the purple colored robes becoming more obvious under the moonlight. He let more power into his eyes to confirm what he already knew.

“Guys, I see something just past the trading post” he announced “Oh shit.”

“It says our mission is to survive if we can” Xaden murmured.

“That’s not…”

One of the figures was holding a staff and lifted its head slightly, revealing a pale gaunt face with…

“Guys, this is bad,” Liam shouted when nobody else seemed to notice his previous warning.

Imogen was by his side in seconds, holding the wooden railing tightly and searching.

“I can’t see shit down there” Bodhi said from the right.

“Well, I can” Liam retorted “and if those are what I think they are, we’re fucked!”

More steps and Liam could see Xaden from his peripheral vision “Don’t tell me what you think they are, tell me what you’re sure of”

The red veins painted the sickly face, as if a snake crawled under the skin. Accompanying the horrifying gaze were bloodshot and crimson eyes. A wild look on them that one could only see in a crazed being. They were exactly as the descriptions, but way more terrifying in person.

“The letter says this is a test of your command” Garick mumbled nearby and Liam felt his throat constrict “You have the choice of abandoning the village to our enemy or abandoning command of your wing”

“What the hell does that mean?” Bodhi inquired.

Having his fears confirmed did not make it any easier to deal with. This was all planned for their death. It was too fucking coincidental.

“They’re testing our loyalty without actually saying it” his brother explained “according to the missive, if we leave now, we’ll make it to the new location of headquarters for Fourth Wing at Eltuval in time to carry out our orders for War Games, but if we leave, the trading post of Resson and its occupants will be destroyed”

“By what?” Imogen demanded.

“Venin” Liam revealed, his throat going completely dry as the word left his mouth.

“You’re positive?” Xaden asks.

“As sure as I can be without having actually seen them before. Four of them. Purple robes. Distended red veins spidering all around bright red eyes. Creepy as shit.”

“Sounds about right” his brother confirmed, though his tone was trembling a little.

It dawned on Liam that none of them had ever seen or defeated venin before. Not even the third years.

“I liked it better when we just delivered the weapons” Bodhi muttered.

Movement in the field caught his attention.

“Oh, and one guy with a giant-ass staff” Liam kept reporting “And I swear to Dunne, one second the plain was clear and the next they were just…there, walking toward the gates”

“Red veins?” Imogen asks.

“Because magic corrupts their blood as they lose their souls” Violet informed “nature likes everything in balance. If the fables are true, at least”

“Gryphons arrived, seven” Deigh informed “the same ones from the lake”

Before Liam could turn around he noticed as the venin with the staff lifted it a few centimeters in the air “The guy with the staff just-”

He saw as light erupted at the same time an explosion happened near the trading post. Blue light was everywhere alongside the same colored smoke, making it more difficult to observe what was happening. The only visible thing was the utterly destroyed gates of the structure.

“Those were the gates” Liam informed, the nausea threatening to empty the water he had consumed before.

“How many people live in Resson?” Bodhi asked.

“More than three hundred,” Imogen replied “that’s the post they do the yearly trades at”

Another explosion and light illuminated the valley below. Liam looked back to his squad, noticing as everyone assembled by the door with a mix of worry, anxiety and determination.

“Then let’s get down there” Bodhi affirmed but Xaden blocked him from leaving “you’re kidding me, right?”

“We have no idea what we’re walking into” his brother was nowhere in that order, only the wingleader.

“So we should just stand here while civilians die?” Bodhi scoffed.

“That’s not what I’m saying” his brother insisted “this isn’t a fucking training exercise, Bodhi. Some - if not all - of us are going to die if we go down there. If we’d been assigned to an active wing, there would be far older, more experienced leadership making this decision, but there aren’t. If we weren’t marked with rebellion relics, if we hadn’t been aiding the enemy, we wouldn’t even be here with this choice. So, all command structure aside, what are your thoughts?”

“We have the numbers” Soleil shrugged, though her gaze was fixed on the field below “and air superiority.”

“At least there aren’t any wyvern” Violet mumbled quietly, her eyes on the sky.

Liam’s eyes widened at her words and he immediately focused his farsight to the air, trying to confirm if her assessment was indeed true.

“Uh. What?” Bodhi seemed on the verge of a stress collapse.

“Wyvern. Fables say venin created them to compete with dragons and, instead of channeling from them, channel power into them” she explained.

Liam felt fucking sick. Of all the crammed information inside that girl’s brain, he did not need that particular one to be accurate.

“Yeah, let’s not borrow trouble” Xaden agreed, though he probably knew it was a possibility since his gaze turned to the sky as well.

“There are four venin and ten of us” Garrick threw in, crossing his arms

“We have the weapons to kill them” Liam offered “And Deigh told me seven gryphon fliers-”

“We’re here” Syrena broke through the sentinel tower “I left the rest of the drift outside once we noticed that your outpost seems to be…abandoned”

The flier’s gaze went up, where the blue smoke ascended to the sky like an insubstantial viper.

“I’m not going to ask you to fight with us” her voice was exhausted, her shoulders slumped and Liam felt sick again. Gods knew now long they were dealing with the attacks while others slept peacefully within the wards. Her entire body language screamed acceptance - not the positive kind.

Syrena seemed ready to die.

“You’re not?” Garrick inquired.

“No” her smile was nothing but sorrowful “four of them is tantamount to a death sentence. The rest of my drift are making peace with our gods”

The words brought a type of dread Liam had never felt before. How could only four creatures be a death sentence? How could the gods allow such a disparity in strength. What chance did they all have?

“I came to tell you to leave. You have no clue what they’re capable of wielding. It only took two of them to bring down an entire city last month. Two. Of. Them. We lost two drifts trying to stop them. If there are four down there…They’re after something, and they’re going to kill every single person in Resson to get it. Take your riot and go home while you can”

Liam noticed as everyone apart from Syrena seemed to tense. Even Xaden - who was always one to take risks - seemed to waver while looking at the others. No doubt he wanted to send them all away to safety.

“We have dragons” Imogen shrugged beside Liam “surely that has to count for something. We’re not afraid to fight”

“Are you afraid to die? Have any of you seen combat?” Syrena said with a pointed look to all of them, the utter silence being the loudest of answers “thought not. Your dragons do count for something. They can fly you far and fast. Dragon fire won’t kill them. Only the daggers you’ve been bringing, and we have those”

She sighed, turning to Xaden “Thank you for everything you’ve done. You’ve kept us alive these last couple of years and given us a fighting chance.”

Years. They’ve been dealing with it for fucking years. Liam knew it in theory, but hearing it from a witness first hand…gods that was fucking cruel.

“You’re going down there to die” Xaden affirmed.

“Yes. Get your riot out of here. Fast”

Syrena did not spare them another word before turning on her heels and leaving them on the tower. Everyone else seemed frozen, waiting for Xaden to say something, but his brother was as tense as a bow string and anger oozed out of his frame. Their predicament was far from simple after all, either die trying to save innocent people or run away to be punished by Navarre. No matter what, their lives were on the line.

Might as well go to their graves trying to do the right thing.

By the way Xaden’s eyes hardened, he had reached the same conclusion “Sgaeyl says she has never run from a fight, and today will not be the first. And I’m not going to stand by while innocent people are dying, either. But I’m not going to order any of you to join me. I’m responsible for all of you. None of you crossed that parapet because you wanted to. None of you. You crossed it because I made a deal. I’m the one who forced you into the quadrant, so I won’t think less of anyone who wants to fly for Eltuval instead”

His brother was visibly distressed at that point, but he kept it together enough, his gaze landing on Violet briefly “Make your choice”

There was not a single second of silence. Everyone’s intention was clear.

“We’re riders” Imogen started “we defend the defenseless. That’s what we do”

“You saved every single one of us here, cousin” Bodhi chimed “and we’re thankful. Now, I’d like to do what we’ve trained for, and if it means I don’t go home, then I guess my soul will be commended to Malek. I wouldn’t mind seeing my mother anyway”

“I’ll tell you the same thing I did after Threshing during our first year, when we decided to start smuggling weaponry out” Garrick contributed. “you kept us alive all these years, we get to decide how we die. I’m with you.”

“Exactly!” Soleil agreed, her nonchalant persona still shining through despite the arid situation “I’m in”

Liam fought a smile upon seeing everyone jump to the complete utter madness of dying in battle. Maybe they were all lunatics, or just tired of being persecuted for not being fucking cowards. Either way, they would all die for something they believed in.

“We’re joining, aren’t we?”

“I shall die fulfilling what I vouched for” Deigh assured.

Liam nodded absent-mindendly and took a few steps forward, filing the spot next to Violet. He started this as her squadmate, he would die like one. Broken friendship or not.

“We watched as our parents were executed because they had the courage to do the right thing” his voice did not tremble in the slightest “I’d like to think my death would be just as honorable”

“Agreed” Imogen said, filling his other side in support.

Eya raised her hands and smiled “I’m in. Didn’t train this much to not see action”

“Neither did I” Masen quipped.

Ciaran simply nodded, posture determined with unspoken agreement.

The only one who remained was Violet, who was silent.

Liam was not worried in the slightest, though. She was there, with them, even after being betrayed and having her whole world broken into pieces. Violet had not an ounce of the cruelty of her mother, nor the scheming mind of a liar. Her presence there was as truthful as the feeling behind her eyes. The certainty of someone who had just as strong of a belief.

Violet glanced at Liam briefly and then at Xaden “I’ve been defenseless and now I’m a rider. Riders fight”

[abookishdreamer]

Character Intro: Triptolemus (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- God of Crops by the people of Olympius

Honey by his wife

Dad by his son

Trip by his brother & friends

Age- 37 (immortal)

Location- Achaea, Olympius

Personality- He's a dedicated hardworker with a general laidback temperament. He holds family, community, and wellness of the land to the utmost of importance. Despite being a grudge holder, he doesn't see the need for unnecessary drama in his life, opting for simplicity. He's married.

He has the standard abilities of a god except shapeshifting. As the god of farming his other powers/abilities include transfiguration (can turn beings into a plant, tree, or crop), being able to use ancient/modern farming and gardening tools proficiently as weapons, soil manipulation (edafoskinesis), as well as chlorokinesis (to a much lesser extent than Demeter).

A notable physical feature is his golden brown tan skin, due to him always being outdoors.

His natural scent is a mixture of fresh damp soil and sweet corn.

Triptolemus is a native of Eleusis. Mostly bad feelings and memories come up whenever he thinks about his homeland; never mind the constant death he was surrounded by in his early godhood.

He's married to Eunostos (goddess of the flour mill). They have a child- a son Deipneus (god of cooking & breadmaking). Other members of Triptolemus' extended family includes his younger brother Trochilus (god of the mill wheel), his father-in-law Cyamites (god of beans), his sister-in-law Promylaia, as well as his nephews Matton (god of meals) and Keraon (god of baking & wine mixing).

He lives on a thirty acre farm property with his wife in a french country style home. The house has natural wood flooring, a wraparound porch, antique furniture (like armoirs), wood beamed ceilings, simple yet elegant chandeliers, & nude and cream colored toile patterned wallpaper. On the same farm just a few minutes away, there's the house his brother and wife live in.

Triptolemus is a HUGE animal lover. On the farm there's cattle, sheep, goats, pigs, ducks, chickens, & horses. There are a few employees on the farm (like a leimonide named Maris), but he and his brother don't mind actively participating in the responsibilities of the farm like trimming the horses' hooves, bringing in/tagging the many crops, administering vaccines to the animals, or operating farming equipment.

He usually starts his day at the crack of dawn. Following a session of meditation, Triptolemus will ride through the farm on his horse- a quarter horse named Moxie then take a swim in the private pond. He'll then tend to his garden before breakfast.

Displayed in the living room is a farming pitchfork forged from adamantine by Hephaestus (god of the forge). It's taken the place of Triptolemus' former divine symbol.

He loves eating a steaming plate of gyeran bap for breakfast. He also really likes when his wife makes buttermilk biscuits alongside her cajun breakfast casserole (made with scrambled eggs, sliced andouille sausages, shredded hash browns, hot sauce, heavy cream, red peppers, various spices, & shredded cheddar cheese. He'll also enjoy a big bowl of Earthly Harvest cinnamon oat hearty nut medley cereal (which is cinnamon coated flakes, almonds, pumpkin seeds, pecans, and walnuts).

A go-to drink for him is bori-cha (barley tea) which he brews himself. He also likes his brother's homemade banana milk & sujeonggwa, mineral water, orange juice, his wife's homemade iced tea, beer, white wine, sparkling lemon cocktails, ginger ale, lemonade, mint juleps, good farmer cocktails, celery tonics, as well as hard cider cocktails. His usuals from The Roasted Bean include a cafe au lait and an olympian sized green tea.

There's a couple of secrets Triptolemus has kept close to him, only divulging in it with trusted beings in his social circle. In his early days of godhood, he was under the brief mentorship of Demeter (goddess of the harvest & agriculture). It's not a known fact in the pantheon or the public. His brother Trochilus was establishing his godhood in Corinth.

In the early days of the Titanomachy, Eleusis was the most fertile place in the entire country. Triptolemus and Demeter would be responsible for feeding many beings that were displaced due to the war. Every time the tax was raised, he would hand deliver a basket of crops to the needy and hungry families.

Triptolemus' earliest accomplishment in his godly career was when Demeter gifted him an Imperial Gold wheeled chariot, which was pulled by two majestic looking winged serpents. He traveled all throughout the country, feeding the hungry. Triptolemus was seen as a folk hero- first in Eleusis, then in Athens.

He had a quiet adversion to overseeing the Eleusinian Mysteries, being that he was never comfortable around suffering & death. He then spoke out against Demeter regarding her treatment of Celeus, the lord of Eleusis at the time as well as his family- particularly his son Demophon. Seemingly without warning, his chariot was revoked and Triptolemus has his mentorship transferred to Eubouleus (god of the swine & ploughing).

Even though he wasn't active in the war on the battlefield, Triptolemus supported Zeus (god of the sky, thunder, & lightning) and the rest of the Olympians.

After the war, he spent some time in Athens & reunited with his brother before settling in Achaea.

Triptolemus had no say in the matter when Demeter came back into his life by way of her newfound friendship with Eunostos and Promylaia. The family even relocated back to Eleusis while their sons were still little. At this point, he didn't tell anyone about his early godhood. Triptolemus always maintained a friendly disposition whenever Demeter came around and was surprised when his son & nephews developed a friendship with her daughter Persephone. When his wife and sister-in-law eventually had a falling out with Demeter, Triptolemus wasn't terribly surprised. When the family relocated back to Achaea, he finally revealed his past with the harvest goddess.

Despite his status as a minor deity, Triptolemus has two temples built in his honor- one in his native Eleusis and one in Athens.

He leads an active lifestyle through tai chi, riding horseback, jogging, working out, & even bullriding!

Triptolemus loves his younger brother and appreciates how protective they are for one another. Though their experiences in godhood was drastically different, they understand each other in a way that most can't, aside from their wives. They have a good working relationship as well, being that they're business partners.

He has a sandwhich inspired by him at his son's nationwide business The Bread Box. The farmer sandwhich is a toasted baguette with roasted chicken, sweet corn, melted brie cheese, tapenade, a thyme mayo spread, and romaine lettuce.

Triptolemus adores Eunostos. He finds his wife's supple soft skin & natural scent of flour and powdered sugar to be addictive. He also admires how she held her head high after the fallout Demeter. They enjoy spending time outside of their shared business- like taking a weekend trip to Athens to visit her father, traveling to New Olympus to see their son, or going on double dates with Trochilus and Promylaia.

He's heard whispers that the chariot (claimed by Demeter) was thrown into Tartarus following the end of the war, but he can't be too sure.

Triptolemus has a good relationship with his son and is proud of all of his accomplishments as a deity. He wishes that Deipneus would call him more often, but is understanding of his busy schedule. When he and his wife travel to New Olympus, Triptolemus (along with his brother) will play basketball at Eaglepoint Park with Deipneus, Keraon, and Matton.

Whenever he and Eunostos travels to New Olympus they'll either stay over at their son's brownstone in a guest room or they'll rent a room at The Hearthwood Inn.

His primary source of income comes from the business he co-owns alongside his brother, sister-in-law, & wife. The Achaean Flour Company is one of the largest manufacturers and distributors of flour & flour products. On his own Triptolemus is the head of the Farming Union of Olympius, an organization that works to improve the quality of life and economic well-being of family farmers, ranchers, and rural communities. He also owns a small farmer's market in the town's square, known to give away products for free sometimes!

In the pantheon Triptolemus is known for his finger licking yangnyeom chicken, fried chicken covered in a sweet & spicy sauce and garnished with sesame seeds.

His favorite sweet treats includes his wife's beignets, his brother's bingsu (sweet shaved ice), and his own baesuk and yaksik (sweet rice cakes added with nuts, dried fruit, & honey).

In the pantheon Triptolemus is good friends with Ktesios (god of the household), Karmanor (demi-god of the harvest), Priapus (god of fertility, vegetable gardens, livestock, sexuality, & masculinity), Apólafsi (god of enjoyment), Kópros (god of manure & excrement), Corymbus (Cory) (god of the ivy), Záchari (god of confectionery), Pan (god of the wild, satyrs, shepherds, & rustic music), and Hestia (goddess of the hearth).

Aside from Demeter, he also dislikes Limos (goddess of starvation & famine).

Triptolemus thinks that his son's girlfriend Pandaisia (goddess of banquets) is a sweetheart.

His favorite frozen treat is pear ice cream.

When he and Trochilus travels back to New Olympus soon, they plan on finally tackling the culinary behemoth known as the Mt. Olympus burger at Poté Tróei, the restaurant owned by Adephagia (goddess of gluttony).

For fun, Triptolemus hosts a gardening club every week, open to anyone. The members generally "meet" online on Fatestagram by use of video group chat, with an in-person meeting at his greenhouse. Maris is one of the members.

He likes the jars of sweet onion salsa Priapus brings for him.

His favorite thing to get at Hollyhock's Bakery is the jumbo pancake cookie (topped with a buttermilk syrup glaze & a dollop of vanilla buttercream).

Triptolemus, Eunostos, Trochilus, and Promylaia always participates in the annual Achaean Beignet Festival.

Another trip he's planning is to Crete to see Karmanor compete in a bullriding competition.

His favorite meal is his wife's spicy sausage penne along with yangnyeom chicken, topping it off with a cold glass of hard apple cider.

In his free time Triptolemus enjoys gardening, cooking, baking, bike riding, swimming, basketball, sunbathing, golf, football (soccer), and sailing.

"The farmer has to be an optimist or he wouldn't still be a farmer."

[persimmonsimmer]

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Treatment

Chapter 5: Grateful Greetings

Set between 1880-1890, You have been feeling and acting off. After visiting the doctor's he sends you off to stay in Pelican Town where you are set to receive treatment for your condition. Upon arrival you learn the doctor administering these treatments is better than you think.

Harvey/ unnamed afab!reader

2nd pov

about 4k words

trigger warnings: reader is diagnosed with hysteria, mentions of depression, cheating/ adultery, doctor/ patient relationship, mentions of infertility

smut tags: fingering, cunnilingus, piv, birthday sex

notes: i do have this posted on ao3 if you'd prefer to read it there.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Three more weeks have passed, and winter was beginning to feel frightening. The thick heavy snow fell in heaps along the country roads. The fresh snow of the overnight storm that you received weighed down the tops of the trees. Small branches now snapped clean from their larger predecessor. The smallest of which littered the land in front of the cottage. White dense snow had reached the top of your porch and winter had just begun. The coast offered no reprieve from the snow, but from the cold offering a sticky humidity combined with a fiendish tendency towards teasing, with the weather of course.

Today is Harvey’s birthday and you haven’t much to offer him these days. With the snow coming in “unseasonably quickly” the ability to gain even the basic grocer items remained unfulfilled. With that fact known to you it is also assumed that you would be unable to obtain a present for him as well.

‘I would still prefer to see him today at the very least, even if the weather not be permitting.’ However today is not a day for you to typically see the gracious doctor instead opting for Haley to chaperone you into town.

“Hello again, Haley.” You spoke to her as she entered your room for the second time this morning. First was to stoke the fire and bring breakfast. The second time she enters is to dress you warmly for your first excursion into town during the winter season.

“Ma’am are you sure you would like to into the village in such weather?” She speaks questioningly as she begins to pull the newly purchased heated dress from the armoire. Pulling the layers of coverings from your body and feeling the cold wood under your feet. The cool of the air is making its way across your arms as you stand to move closer to the fire.

“You had come from there, had you not?” Holding hands towards the flames to smooth them over your arms in an attempt to warm them.

“Yes, and I do feel that traveling was not the most comfortable!” She exclaims. Coming closer, feel making a distinctive tap from the heel of her boot.

“Hmm, but it is Doctor Harvey’s birthday, and I would very much like to offer him my thanks after all these months of his expertise.” Offering to let her help you fully dress.

“I see, ma’am, what do you plan on bringing him?”

“We still have bottles of wine, do we not?”

“Yes, we do. Shall I have for one of the boys to fetch one for you?”

“That is not necessary, I will pick one out myself but thank you.”

As she finishes tying up your woolen dress you make your way towards the door to exit your room.

“Ma’am I would suggest you take one of the horses into town, the snow is quite deep.”

“I understand Haley, I would prefer the walk I think.”

“You insist on making my life ever more difficult, don’t you?”

“What fun it would be! I should do nothing but keep you on your toes Haley!” She laughs and you smile along with her. “Have my coal warmers and bottles ready for us before we leave.” Haley nods in understanding.

The kitchen is small, and it makes sense for it to. This is not a grand house even if it were lavish in other regards. The place belonged to your husband’s grandfather but through your inheritance from your father it was built upon. You remember the construction of the building not so long ago. Within the first six month of your marriage, you came to visit, and both seemingly decided that what was available to you was much too small. Even after putting in a small fortune into the cottage, you worry that your husband sill owns the title to the land. Should you divorce, would you even receive this property? After several seasons of construction, you were pleased with the additions made to the already standing building. You would truly hate to never see this place again.

Shaking your head free from the thoughts you look to the larder.

‘Wine isn’t typically kept in here, is it?’ Opening the door on its hinges you find yourself to be correct. There is in fact no wine kept in the larder. What you find instead is an array of cheeses, meats and various other vegetables. No doubt for upcoming meals. You procure a slab of cheese, some dried meats and a few fruits. Making your way back to the foyer you see Haley standing by the entrance.

“Haley, do not laugh at me. Where do I find the wine here?” You straighten your posture.

A large smile gathers on her face as she answers, “Down the stairs in the cellar ma’am.” Your smile fades as you realize how stupid you’ve been for just a moment.

“Ahh! Of course. I knew that of course!” You try to reason with yourself as you turn towards the cellar. Casks line the walls as storage of dried and pickled fruits and vegetables filled storage chests towards the center of the room. Opening one of the first chests you find preserved green beans. Grabbing the jar and looking it over the lighting in here makes it difficult to look over perfectly but you add it to your carrying basket nonetheless. The rows of wine lines the shelf like it has never been empty. Eyeing over several of the dark bottles there is a plum wine that captures your attention. Always being fond of plum, you add that next to the green beans. Turning finally to leave the stairs creek unevenly as they bare your weight upon them. Moving rapidly towards the bright light you reach the top of the stairs; you are greeted by Haley once more.

“Do remind me to never go down there again. Terrifying on the way up.” She giggles and offers to put your coals in your dress for you. With a thanks she opens the door and you begin your journey to town.

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“How close are we?” You ask as your foot sinks into the snow once more. Nearly an hour of walking from your cottage into town and you had no idea these were the conditions she spoke of.

“Close, I would say in the next 10 minutes we should arrive.” She speaks as the once tied hair slips from her hat into her face. Brushing away the sun-colored wave from her face.

“You walked all the way to my home this morning in this?” You exclaimed.

“Gods no, I rode a horse. I offered for us to take the horses but you declined for a walk instead.”

“How foolish of me. Never let me do that again either. Next year, you should fight me over it!” You both laugh at the idea of her fighting you on the matter. The mood quickly shifts after the laughter lightened.

“Do you still expect to be here next year as well?” Haley looks at you with her eyebrows pushed together in concern.

“I do not know what to expect for next year. All I wish for is to be happy whatever may happen.”

She turns to face forward again as you continue to trudge through the snow. You can finally see the buildings of the town come into view. Trees that are typically full of the lush green leaves were lost weeks ago and were now covered in a beautiful sheen of white. The clouds over head hung over the sun blocking any light that mid-day would normally bring. As the brushed over streets begin to fall under foot you turn your head to Haley.

“Your beau lives in town here, yes?”

“Of course he does.” She answered in an obvious tone.

“Go to see him.” You spoke encouragingly. She whipped her head in your direction to make eye contact.

“You can’t mean that can you?” Excitement.

“Of course I can. Here, give me the basket and you be on your way.” She squeals giddily before slipping the basket over to your outstretched arm. Smiling as you see her scurry away you pull the basket close to your chest. Luckily for you the doctor’s clinic is not so far away from the towns edge. Giving one more passing glance up to the new darkening sky you twist the knob to enter the clinic. Tapping each of your shoes outside of the threshold before fully entering.

Doctor Harvey is alone today. You have come to learn that the best days to visit him without being interrupted by his nurse. Harvey speaks a quick “Welcome.” With his back faced away from the door.

“Hello Doctor Harvey. Do you happen to be priorly engaged this morning?” As soon as he heard your voice, he turns on his heels so quickly he knocks his spectacles loose. You give him a half-stifled laugh as he rights himself against the counter. Now that you were indoors you felt the prickles of cold push against your skin even through the layer of wool and cotton. Cheeks burning as he gazed upon you, eyes trailing from toes to top.

“I am not, and you came just before I closed the clinic. What impeccable timing you have.” You look to him confusion and he continues to speak.

“Would you care to join me upstairs?” He opens the door behind the desk to scramble and open the main door to the hallway for you. Upon closer inspection asks.

“Did you walk here?”

“I did.” You look up to the tall man to make eye contact.

“Why on Earth would you do that?”

“Truthfully, I didn’t expect the snow to be so high nor the walk so long because of it.”

“My love, why would you do such a thing?” He speaks exasperated ushering you up the stairs to the one room apartment. After entering the much warmer environment, you motion to remove your hat and hand muffs.

“Why would you think I would come all this way?” He looks down to your basket. Seemingly making the connection as he takes your coat.

“Happy Birthday darling.” You speak softly as he drapes your cloak over his arm. You lean up to him and he matches your movement as your lips touch. You feel his warmth seep into your skin before you pull away.

“Gods, you are frozen through. Come here.” Harvey sits you on his couch nearest to his Franklin Stove. He offers a quick apology for the lack of warmth, and you wave him off. Sitting beside you he wraps an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer. Closing your eyes and leaning into his embrace. Matching your breathing together you rest in one another’s touch for several moments. The feeling coming back to your fingers and toes allow for you to have full range of motion. The plush midgrade cushion beneath you beckons to you for sleep. Deciding to fight against the call you unravel his arms from you. Grunting in dissatisfaction while watching you move across the floor.

The basket you brought was obtained from the table. Picking the weaved wicker by the handle to place neatly against his lap. He looks into the basin to investigate its contents. You look to him to gauge his reactions and see that his eyes have turned glassy. You watch as his hands turn over each jar and bottle, smell the cheese, taste the fruit before he leans his head back. His eyes closed as he reaches a hand up and push his spectacles to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Harvey?” You ask hesitantly. He doesn’t move and it prompts you to speak again.

“I apologize, I know it’s not much. I attempted to find something I know you like. If you don’t enjoy something like these, I will absolutely find you something better in the future.” You start your statement by looking at him but slowly turning your head to face down toward your lap. You’re startled when he places his hand onto the ones on your lap.

“Thank you. This is perfect.” Harvey slightly squeezes your hand. You look to him. The light from the window being cast behind him makes him look like he has a glow. Glancing outside you see the soft flakes falling in a gentle stride.

“I have not received a single gift since I moved to Pelican Town.” You focus your eyes back to Harvey to see him looking into the basket once more.

“Not a single one?” You speak softly. “How long have you lived in Pelican Town?”

Harvey’s eyes begin to water. You are not quite sure if they are tears of appreciation or sadness.

“Nearly eight years.” He answered with nearly equal volume as you. “I turned 34 today. Aside from Mayor Lewis and Maru, you are the only person who even given me birthday wishes.”

Harvey’s silent tears freely escaped from his eyes, lining his cheeks in wet streaks.

“I have one more surprise for you, my love.” He sniffles attempting to compose himself. You hand him a folded letter that you received in the mail late last week. Unfolding the pages with tender grasp you watch his eyes read each line. Reaching the middle of the note you see his eyebrows raise and breath hitch. With faster eyes you watch him read the letter flipping the page over to continue. You watch as he flips the page for a second time. Then a third.

“You?” He speaks after minutes.

“Me?” You respond back immediately.

“You are going to get a divorce?” Harvey takes a long pause. Eventually breathing a deep breath after holding one for some time. “Are you getting a divorce for me?”

“Not only you, but meeting has exacerbated the issue. There is more that I need to do to be granted this.”

Is this what you’ve been keeping from me?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, my darling. I know I am not the most exciting man, but you make me so ever happy. This very well may be the most impressive, thoughtful, invoking gift I have ever received.” You giggle while holding up the bottle of wine.

“Best news comes with some wine. A doctor told me once that wine was good for you.” Harvey laughs at your statement with mirth.

“You know, on a physiological level, I wouldn't advise the consumption of alcohol.” He lets his words trail off for a moment before continuing, “But there's no denying the benefit of relaxing and enjoying a glass of fine wine.”

As Harvey stands to make way to the kitchen you stand along with him. Making way to the window closest to his desk you glare out the panes. The snow is coming down more steadily now. The delicate flakes now coming down in rounder globs as the sky was growing even darker still. This time of day is when you would see someone from the town, namely Shane, round each of the streetlamps. You don’t see the town’s resident drunk lighting the posts.

Harvey comes to stand beside you and you stare out the window together. Handing you the glass of plum wine you take a sip at the same time.

“Why hasn’t Shane lit the streetlamps yet? Surely it is just a light snow this evening. I read the almanac just to be sure!” You say to Harvey after he drapes his arm over your shoulders to draw you in close to him. He rests the side of his cheek against the top of your head.

“We must be having a bigger snow than you think if the lamps aren’t being lit.” You can feel his jaw move with every word spoken.

“Then I suppose I must go before it becomes too wicked.” You say after taking another sip from the glass. Looking down into the barely touched drink and swirling it a few times.

“Or you get snowed in by me. Stay.” Harvey says. Drawing himself from you just enough to see your whole face. He stares at you for whole seconds searching your eyes with his own pleading. Idolatry written on his face as though it was painted there for you to see.

“Harvey, you and I both know I shouldn’t. Not when we can do this properly.”

“I know it. After what you said after meeting your lawyer’s detective, I can’t have the thought leave my brain. I wish to know desperately how it is to wake with you in my arms after a night of embrace.”

“You make it terribly difficult to say no to you. You know this don’t you?”

“I hope, wish and pray for it daily. For you to adore me as completely as I do you.”

“Then let the Gods have answered your prayers, for that be it true for me as it you.”

Kissing Harvey felt like a true second nature. The way his lips felt so completely right and perfect. How he smells and tastes offers a kind of comfort unknown to you until you met him. Fell for him. Loved him. Your Harvey, and yours alone.

As the kiss deepened your hands as greedy as ever, found themselves exploring the planes of his chest. Signing deeply, he pulled you closer to where his couch is once more. Glasses of wine forgotten on the brown windowsill. He sits you down on the cushions again only this time instead of sitting beside you, you hear his knees pop as he falls to them. Touching the outside of your legs through your dress in circles. He looks up to you.

“I am wearing long underwear today for our walk, plus today is not the day for you to administer- Oh! Harvey!” Without a second care he pulled the tied ribbon of the waist free to shimmy down the underwear. Giving several kisses to the plush insides of your thighs he speaks, “I love wine, but I prefer this more any day.”

“Don’t be vulgar!” You giggle. You can feel his mouth make the connection as his tongue lade against your mound. Hissing in approval you will your legs to accommodate for his broad shoulders. Offering subtle moans in the wake of his skilful appendage. He began something new at the beginning of this week and it seems to be his favorite thus far. He makes a near slurping against you that as you hear it sounds utterly repulsive but offers such sweet solace it makes you lurch against the seat.

Hand already weaved into his hair your hips begin to rock onto his face at a steady pace. Calling his name quietly with cries of thanks he enters two fingers simultaneously and pulling your left leg onto his shoulder. Angling your hips further down after motioning for you to reach further to the edge of the couch. As your legs began to shake and his tongue increased in vigor, you clutched his hair with both hands relishing in the feeling of him.

You are broken out of your trance of pleasure when the bell by his door rings. Detaching himself from you slowly enough that you feel the suction of his lips disappear. Groaning in unfulfillment you prop yourself to your elbows as you watch Harvey straighten his hair and run his hand over his dampened moustache. After pulling on his doctor’s coat, you make eye contact before he can be heard making his way down the stairs.

After willing yourself to your feet you approach the door he just left from and hear voices from down the stairs. A woman’s voice to be specific. You can hear Haley before you can see her as she makes seemingly pushes her way past Harvey to reach you. As she gets closer you decide to run back over to the couch and hide your forgone underwear beneath the couch you were just laying on. You panic as you think of a plan of what to explain to her, you grab the glasses of wine in your hand to bring them back to the table in front of the couch. Holding your glass in hand as she made her way close to you.

Out of breath she spoke, “Ma’am, It is time for us to go. The snow is coming down harder than we thought this morning. We need to leave if we’re going to make it home.”

As you open your mouth to speak Harvey seemed to understand your plan even if you fully hadn’t.

“I’m sorry Miss Haley. Unfortunately, your lady here has had a little too much to drink as you can see. To be truthful it was my fault. She brough the wine and I asked her to drink with me. I had no idea, you see, that she was of such delicate constitution.” You mocked a hiccup and giggled. Cheeks flushed red for a different reason entirely.

“As you can see, she should not travel back out like this. I would never forgive myself if anything were to happen to either of you?”

Haley seems startled by Doctor Harvey’s direct approach of telling you not to leave.

“What do you propose then doctor?” She speaks carefully.

“I have beds downstairs should both of you wish to stay the remainder of the nigh. If you so wish.”

“Doctor Harvey, you know I need to check on my sister.” She trails off.

“Then by all means, go home Miss Haley. I am her doctor; you have my word she will be given the best treatment these two hands can giver her. I will be completely attentive and with my word that she will be right as rain- well snow- come morning.” You cringe at his words but know that he means every each one of them.

“I do suppose you’re right. I will come back tomorrow. Doctor, are you sure there is nothing I can do to help?” She looks from you to him. Harvey shakes his head and offers to walk her back. Although she declines, he walks her downstairs. Upon his return he looks you over after you finished lighting the last of the lamps.

“Looks like I am all yours for the evening.” You say to him, “Now help me get this blasted dress off!”

_

Come morning you were awakened by the worst noise you think you had ever heard. A loud blaring bell adorned the clock sitting against the wall where Harvey lays sleeping. You awaken to his baren arms wrapped fully around your torso as he stirs to relieve your ears.

“What in the blazes is that thing?” You ask with a whisper, voice heavy with rudely roused sleep.

“My alarm clock.” He speaks plainly.

“What time is it?” You can’t find the will to open your eyes.

“6 o’clock.” Groaning in response you let your head rest further against his bare chest feeling the wispy chest hairs tickle your cheek and nose. It’s been a long time since you were held after a night of amorous exchange and even longer since it felt exciting to be held.

“My darling, why do you let that thing wake you so early? Your clinic doesn’t open until 9:00.”

“I always wake this early, I let the alarm go off this morning especially for this. I wanted to enjoy holding you close.” You smile and bring your whole body closer to his. To feel more of your skin soak up the warmth of his knowing that once you leave this safety it will not happen again. Let alone the cold that was guaranteed once you inevitably part from his embrace.

In moving your body closer to his you feel a prod against your lower meeting. Gasping in surprise, you contemplate.

It takes very little deciding. Removing your left hand from around his back you pull it to rest between you. You advance forth letting your hand snake down his naked torso. Feeling the soft hot skin of the base of him you tenderly wrap your fingers around him. With your head pressed so close you have heard his heartrate increase steadily before the breath got caught in his throat. Easing your hand to the tip of him in languid strokes his breath comes through shaky. You feel the tip of him press prominently against the front of your own desire causing excitement to rush through you.

“Good morning Harvey.” You place soft pecking kisses between his pectorals. Your right hand that lay beneath you comes free to place itself on the lower part of his stomach. Still guiding him in a slow unhurried progress against his intimate skin; he holds you tighter. Kissing the top of your head as his hips begin to match your pace. On each stroke back and forth you move in gentle tandem.

“My it must still be my birthday if this is the treatment I receive.” His voice was scarcely above a whisper when he spoke to you.

“Only the best for my Harvey.” You reply with a minute tightening in your grip. He moans in response before holding your hand to pause your movement.

“Would you be horribly opposed to receiving me?”

“As if I could say no to you.” Harvey smiles.

The light from day is slowly working its way up the horizon to fill the room. Winter usually casts a soft glow from the clouds blocking the sun, but on this morning. With this man, the sun has no clouds to cover its face. The sun streaking its first rays through the windows and dances its way across the floor.

Harvey moves to lift your left leg and hook it onto his arm. Using the hand still planted on him you line him into you. Easing into you with earnest guileful momentum. Sighing in fullness and left over sensitivity from the lust you shared just hours ago. Harvey begins his full movements at last. Shallow advance to your openness. Moving your hand to rest on his chest once more. You feel his heart race beneath your palms as his hips meet your thighs on every entrance. Your soft moans muffled by his skin and the occasional kiss planted to his collar bone. As your leg began to tire and cramp from the lack of moisture in your body Harvey read your discomfort.

Releasing your leg while drawing himself from he nudges you to shift to your back. Obliging his request you turn. You can feel the weight of his mattress dip beneath his weight as his knees kneel before you. As you look up to him you see the light hit his back much like it had the day before and just as before he looks ethereal. Opening your legs to allow him to fit through. Harvey leans down to lock your lips together which you greedily reciprocate. After parting he leans down to your ear before speaking barely above a whisper.

“The brightness of your cheeks could shame the stars, my love.”

Your cheeks flush and you turn your head to face him to brush your lips over his once more. With one fluid movement Harvey enters you once more. Clutching around his neck he speaks to you again.

“I will not be able to last very long. You feel like heaven especially when just roused from sleep.” You tell him that whatever he can do will be more than willingly taken. Taking your verbal confirmation he began his hard decent into your canal. Stronger and quicker advancement called for bigger and louder thanks by you. Before the stilling moment of hips fully pressed to one another, lips tightly pushed to the others as though they will never be able to again.

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Haley coming to Harvey’s door was little surprise. After lounging for a while longer you asked Harvey to help you dress. Which normally is not a traditionally romantic endeavor but as Harvey kisses your shoulders and your neck as he traces your sides with a minimally light touch. You can’t help but shiver by the thought as Mayor Lewis helps you into his carriage to bring you home. Taking one more glance to the clinic you see Harvey looking out the window as you are taken away. Haley breaks your concentration.

“Did you sleep well in the clinic last night?” Bringing your head to face forward before you respond to her.

“Surprisingly yes. Har- Doctor Harvey offered me plenty of fluids to recover well and kept the clinic well warmed.” You say while catching the eye of Mayor Lewis eavesdropping on your conversation.

“Of course that was a silly question. The doctor is very accommodating I should have known better.”

“Had you known that Doctor Harvey had not received a single gift in his time of being in this town?” You attempt to make conversation turn to a different direction. “When I approached him yesterday to offer him just a simple bottle of wine and pickled vegetables as thanks, the poor man was nearly in tears of gratitude. It breaks one’s heart to see one so low as such.”  Haley has a clearly shocked face as you sit further on the bench to come closer to the Mayor.

“You would do well should you treat the only doctor for miles with kindness, Mayor. It seems he may be so very lonesome in that apartment. Do offer yourself as company on occasion. It would be a shame to lose him because of a lack of appreciation.” He mutters something under his breath in an irritated tone. Haley smiles to respond to his grumbling.

Without having to walk through the deep snow the travel time is reduced by over half. Reaching your accommodations within 30 minutes. Many thanks were given before reaching the inside of your home. As you stood in the foyer to remove your outside wear. Handing the boys the coal holder from your hand muff he takes it willingly to bring back to the kitchen. Walking to the drawing room to be greeted by a quick standing from the sofa in the middle of the room. The man who you know as Mr. Acunin’s associate pulls his hat from the table to hold to his front.

“Good day Missus.” He offers you in greeting.

“Can I help you, Sir?” You motion for tea to come in.

“No tea please, I will not be staying long. I just came to bring you news of your husband.”

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