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In a world you thought you knew, secrets remained hidden in the shrouds of time and destiny. In the age of the internet and television, the characters of your childhood fairy tales, your favorite movies, or even your wildest desires are all reality. Humanity has found itself no longer alone. The monsters are out of the closet. Magic is real. Society has found itself divided into those who have accepted the 'others', and those who wish to send these creatures into a fiery grave.

Here you'll find a church that promises lasting life by embracing the eternal curse of the vampire. There are groups of humans who have risen up to create hate groups to destroy the supernatural. An eternal struggle between angels and demons amidst it all, threatening destruction of the entire world in the cross-fire. All the while, most of society works, lives, breathes, right along side monsters and beautiful creatures from their dreams. Who are you among them?

Welcome to Savannah, Georgia.

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Old Face, New Trouble

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Zander & Sabryn

Pure Heart of the Quarter
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Etain Devlin

Romantic of the Quarter
Lark Eswin

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Posted on: May 25 2018, 11:15 PM

The end of ruin, The end of the dusk, The end of death.
Folie à deux. Madness shared by two. Such an intriguing concept and phrase, the French psychiatric term for the syndrome in which symptoms of a delusional belief are transmitted from one individual to another. Could it be any similar to that of this bond? This vehement pull that had become a constant reminder of the vulnerability that festered within. This was the curse in which Jamila Zahro saw to infringe on him, to set her claws, draw blood, and then find that she did not get her way with it. It was the only thing he could comprehend in it, if not more to attempt to make sense to her delusions.

It was there within the bond, the secret of that neurotic behavior, and yet never once did he believe it to be the cause of the one thing that had always remained in his constant interest. The beating of that heart. Jamila had become the main foundation of that plan he had set out for, laid over the centuries between them, and yet she was evolving into the one thing to destroy all that he existed for. And all for her childish notions of love. She yearned for it like a baby would cry over the tit of its mother, hungry but never able to form words to express its want. Instead, there was only the irritating shriek of her behavior. All of which she blamed on a beating heart.

It did not take a living heart to inspire insanity, not when he had seen many a mortal act with more sense than Jamila seemed to be possessing at the moment. And yet, a heart - living or not - could contain the means for that same insanity. Was it not what drove him in his obsession stretched over centuries? From the beginning, he had tangled himself in that madness, wading into the river of blood, until he knew only the darkness of his existence. But what was there to be seen when he peaked from the black curtain? Jamila had reached in and demanded for the affection she felt within herself, but saw to set fire and leave the moment she didn’t get the instant gratification of that feeling back. To even attempt to claim it as she did, she should have known Zander better. What came of the betrayal, however, he could not predict and yet - she had been given her warning. The glimpse of the monster she saw to trifle with and chain herself to had been glimpsed.

These thoughts saw to pause themselves, left as he partly turned from the full mirror he was inspecting while doing his tie while the tune of his phone spoke of a different beating heart. Another angle of his plan; that is what Lark had become. Where Jamila was the foundation, Lark was the ingredient that had once been lost. Everything was coming into fruition, blossoming into what he saw to cultivate. Sow the seeds and watch them grow, and they had done so beautifully within the gifted young woman. Like the spring in which settled within her blood, rejuvenating the world around her, never once had she turned away from the winter of his presence. Not when, in those months past, the violent pull of a bond lessened. Waiting, it was there, forever placed within him and yet it never ceased his intentions in that agenda of his.

Finishing with the last of his outfits details, he finally drew his attention fully to the phone left on his counter. In passing however, there was a moment of thought when eyeing the cardigan still remaining on the two seater sofa in which it had been left on. Three months seemed so short and for one as he, it was. But there within that time, he had seen to the courting of the young woman, though in its own means of secrecy.

Of course it would be held in secret. In the eyes of mortals, he would be the older professional taking advantage of a student. It was scandal, certainly, but never as dangerous to the truth when sharks forever swam around him. Only fact was, Lark Eswin could not see the great white in which she courted back.

On my way, came the reply back before setting his phone within the pocket of his grey slacks. Folding back his sleeves, the task to getting to this event wasn’t so hard. Merely a measure of waiting. But with the fall of that sun over the bay, came the shadows that would follow, and with it - his world.

It seemed so much like the Dionysia, celebrating the end of winter and beginning of the sowing of crops. It saw to bless the coming harvest while comedies and tragedies were played along the streets of the stories that honored the god Dionysus. Here, however, it seemed so different. And though he had been reluctant in visiting these events, knew each held a purpose for him. One found a secret unlocked after the tragedy of gunmen. Another blossomed the seed of his creation. And this one? The purpose would make itself.

Such was the truth when his presence came with the beginning rise of panic and for the amusement of it, there was no fault on him for it. Yet that tickle of entertainment was short lived when golden chestnut eyes regarded the changing crowd when - with the sharpen in the air and rumble of sound - wasn’t to be the only change. For where the light tickled away from the setting sun, so too did the good weather it had met. Instead, with a glance to the dark sky, came the curse of the gods. Or more so, the troubles of powerful creatures. The rain was enough, however, to see that crowd to surge and with it, the purposefully steps that saw to hindrance from the sudden onslaught of water.

Magic was setting the weather as such and yet, it was the pattering of hearts which found his attention and never the outcries for a missing child. The search of his gaze saw itself aimed at someone else entirely. Side stepping the entrance of that gate with quickness given to his species and age, found the sudden weight of a single person colliding into him. Lark Eswin. Let there be a thousand people here but none held the familiar heart beat as the one that radiated with life, even in the panic that inspired in now. For it was in that collision that the play of rescuing arms would find her before the drop of his gaze attempt to look over her in a worry echoed across his memories.

Let the crowd push and shove or the rain to fall, he was a pillar of support the moment that arm slipped around Lark’s back while the other lifted to the cradle of her face. “Pouli Mou...what is going on? Your heart is in a panic.” As if that was answer enough to finding her as he did, to know the very nature and sound of that organ. Though there was no denying what he knew of her, what he had seen, when he had known that panic once before. In a hospital with one secret and a balcony with another.

So was there to be a secret found here, as well?

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Posted on: May 26 2018, 04:05 PM

Disasters had a way of inciting panic within a crowd that was comparable to no other force. When people suspected they were in danger they reverted more often than not to prey and chose to flee from the situation rather than risk their own person. In this particular instance Lark had already witness a catastrophe in the past and she had gone against that guttural instinct and it had nearly gotten her killed. This time around she had absolutely no interest in putting herself in harm’s way. Having already been warned in the past of just how dangerous the Unseelie Queen could be, she wasn’t willing to sit back and watch what might unfold now that she was frightened and angry. It was a deadly combination to say the least and the crowd had already begun to pay the price.

While the storm rolling inward was not fey magic, it was still magic. That much she could tell. It felt somewhat familiar in an entirely preternatural sense. It was not nature, it was the will of someone who wanted to spare the crowd from any would-be destruction. As quickly as it came it managed to send the majority of the people rushing into the closest option for cover, but that wasn’t Lark’s intention. The first drops had already begun to fall, spattering upon dark curls and dashing her cheeks. It provided the perfect catalyst to spur her forward with a far more reckless abandon. Every time she felt one of the fluid bodies collide with her person she moved a little faster, until she was dodging bodies and weaving toward the gate as quickly as she could manage without twisting an ankle or mowing people down.

When she did collide with someone the fear jarred a sound from her body that would have been a scream if it were not choked by the seizure of her throat. Instead it escaped as a muted whimper that was capable of wrenching any heart from its cavity. If not for the familiar way that her magic spread toward her skin and prickled in opposition against his own that state of unrest would have likely only continued to climb. As it was she looked upward with wide glassy blue eyes to meet the familiar face above. The concern was etched within his features as he spoke, inquiring for details that she wasn’t entirely sure she could provide. Looking back over her shoulder through the chaotic flood of still moving bodies her brows furrowed in worry before she returned her attention to meet him once more.

”The Unseelie Queen’s child has been taken. She is in a fit and now the rain…” Looking upward toward the clouds as they opened up to pour rain from the heavens she quietly gasped. Stepping closer into him she folded her arms toward her chest to crush her breasts beneath the pressure of her grip and the unrelenting surface of her book. “Something is coming and I don’t want to be here…” It was really as simple as that. If Zander insisted on staying he would have to do so alone. Nothing in the world could have kept her from leaving the park and the unfolding chaos behind her. Turning her eyes up to him once more with that deep-seated fear clear in the very quake of her lashes she whispered her plea. “Please Zander… I need to leave.” If she didn’t and this truly did devolve like she expected it would, then she wasn’t entirely sure she would recover. Not so soon after the last ordeal.

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Posted on: May 26 2018, 10:41 PM

The end of ruin, The end of the dusk, The end of death.
The storm was there, it loomed over them both, but in a moment where chaos was so easy to feel, it was only the storm of her heart which he heard. That flutter and skip came like thunder across the sky and in that moment, truth was no more known than the protective stance he found the moment that collision came between them. But where she was surprised of it, the fear flashing in her eyes, there was only the cradle of his hand and strength of his form that he would give. There in this little song bird’s vulnerability, the vampire would be her armor. This is what came the moment Lark turned her startled gaze over her shoulder before the explanation came along with it that soon found the follow of this vampire’s own attention. It was the crackle of the storm and onslaught of rain which returned it, however.

“Then let's not be here.” The answer seemed easy enough, even when he offered the safety of his arms around her the moment she drew closer into him. He knew well enough it would lead him nowhere to press her to stay and given the current circumstance, there was no reason to remain. Regardless of his intentions towards this petite gifted human, putting her in harm’s way was not on his mind. Not when it came to others. Like an endangered creature that she was, he saw to preserve what he made to claim. This was more true than in that moment when the panic of the rain only saw to fuel more before he was to find someone colliding into his side, forcing the instinct where that snarl came. But with it was the manner in which he collected her protectively there within his arms.

“Let me get you out of here before this gets worse.” And before more could be said, or done in the panic of that crowd, his arms and frame lowered before gathering her there in the lift of her weight that came far too easy. “Put your arms around my neck, Lark, and close your eyes. I’m getting you out of here.” And true to that, the moment she was to do those very things, the hum and blur of his motion found them moving until one moment, they were in the crowd and the next, that panic was in the distance. However, the storm wasn’t to let up, not when the whole of Savannah seemed to be victim to its downpour. Which, in that pause, found the slightest twitch to the corner of his mouth when regarding the white of her attire.

“My place is a few blocks from here. We can wait out of the storm there.” And yet, he couldn’t help to feel lucky that situation had brought him more ease in that agenda of his. That and what the rain was doing to Lark’s white dress did nothing to pull at this vampire’s attention. Whatever falsehoods he gave her, he could not deny that the girl had been blessed with a natural beauty. But as it was, standing in the middle of a street in the pouring rain was not the place to make such a thing known. Not when that same hum came in the dark ghostly blur of his speed as he saw no means to wait for them to be soaked further for in three more breathes, Lark would find herself within the safety of his foyer and away from both chaos and rain.

Only then, would his attention be given the concern of his gaze as he looked her over, inspecting any manner of harm that he may have not noticed before. “Are you alright, latria mu?”

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Posted on: May 26 2018, 11:34 PM

With each crack of thunder she could sense the magic whipping through the air; stretching outward in a fan of tails that lashed the sky and left the darkness splintered with bright light. A tremor course down her spine and as it did she felt her own power coalesce within her. The aura she exuded drew inward, tightly cocooning about herself, only to thicken the sensation that it provided. While those who happened to stumble through it might have found some semblance of comfort it did not provide the same for her. In fact the only thing that did alleviate any bit of her agitation was his response to her urgency to leave and the loop of his arms. No matter what anyone might have thought of Zander or vampires in general, Lark found reassurance within his grip and a solace that eased the rapid palpitation of her heart.

Even when another individual barreled into them and she heard that predatory sound slip his lips it didn’t cause her to regard him as anything but a hero. Easily hoisted into his arms she felt all the more fragile than she otherwise would have. Comparatively she was tiny and delicate, but that had little effect on the hold she established around his neck. Looping her arms there she tightened the circumference and drew herself into him until her face was tucked against his shoulder. Closing her eyes and holding her breath she waited for him to do what he did best. The sensation was bizarre, like being caught in a wind tunnel. The world rushed by and as it did the sounds narrowed to a quiet buzz.

When he stopped once more the air caught her and her ears popped. The brief feeling of vertigo came and went quickly enough – no doubt due to the fact that she hadn’t looked. If she had she could only imagine what the rush would have done to her mind and gut. Picking her head up she brought it back enough to find those golden eyes. They could be so saccharine when he looked at her, like honey that stuck to every last detail. Nodding in agreement with his sentiment she sent a few rivulets of rainwater rolling down between her brows before slipping from the bridge of her nose. Closing her eyes once more she tucked her head beneath his jaw and readied herself for the same rapid motion that had brought them to this point.

As they came to a stop once more she thought she could still feel the world spinning. Much as they had before the pressure in her ears ached before a slight shift in her jaw caused the drums to expel the pent air. Breathing out heavily she took a moment or two more to simply remain where she was, folded in against him basking in the protection he offered her. When at long last she did pick up her head she loosened her hold about his neck. Leaning back in his arms she provided herself enough space to truly look at him. Pressing her teeth into the rain slicked surface of her lower lip she held her voice captive as she moved a hand from his neck to his cheek. Brushing her thumb over the chiseled angle just beneath his cheekbone she cleared away some of the moisture before slowly nodding. “I am alright.” At least she would be.

Now that she was free of the threat that loomed at the park she could finally relax a little bit. Which was saying something given just how incredibly worked up she was. It didn’t really occur to her that the white dress she wore was likely transparent at that point, nor that he was taking his time to appreciate that fact. Instead what she chose to focus on were the words he had spoken to her. “What do they mean? Latria mu?” Even in moments such as these Lark never lost that curious drive to learn. As beautiful as his native tongue was, she wanted to learn as much of it as she was able. Moreover she wanted to know what it was he chose to call her. Even considering the possibilities made the metaphorical butterflies within her flutter excitedly – which was a delightful distraction from the ordeal she had just been through.

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Posted on: May 27 2018, 12:15 AM

The end of ruin, The end of the dusk, The end of death.
He no doubt knew what that speed could do on the stomach of those not used to it, if not more when nerves were already on high. All the more reason for him to see to her well being, even as she tucked herself so easily against him. Once in a press to his shoulder and another there under the curve of his neck and chin, seeing him no more reacting in a manner that was both tender and careful. If he was honest, he would have warned her that he was no hero and yet, there in that action that would have come with or without the lie he planted within her, it still would have happened in the same way.

It was a duality that even he could not deny in feeling, and yet if ever pressed for the truth, he would do only to claim it a lie. What use would it bring to find this girl as anything but the tool she was to his long awaited agenda? And though, he was not blind to the consequences with such a rare creature as Miss Lark Eswin. Not to her, nor himself, and that was the truth of it. He was painfully aware of the way that purity of her magic was affecting him and for that alone, he dreaded the curse of this bond even more. But be it or not, his intention towards this gifted young girl was too important to avoid any interfering risk.

“I’m glad.” Came in reply even when it came with the slightest curl of a smile there at the corner of his mouth the moment that touch came about his cheek. It was a pull, a reaction, that seemed too familiar with there with her and yet, he wasn’t to allow a part of him to hinder it. Not when it worked in his favor. Certainly so when he could hear that reaction for what it was as her heart calmed, even when he a saw a moment of comedy at the way a water droplet fell across the bridge of his nose. As anyone, he made a face at the tickled sensation it caused before blowing upward in an attempt to cease it from reaching its goal.

Saved from the chaos, but never the rain when - standing there - they were both dripping water over the Persian rug of over the floor of his foyer. That fact alone found him quietly regarding their similar soaked attire while lowering her there carefully onto her own feet. But to be surprised in her sudden inquiry to another of his pet names towards her? He wasn’t and the show of that grin there in the corner of his mouth showed otherwise before softening as he tucked back a strand of wet hair that saw to paste itself to her cheek.

“Latria mu, it means ‘my adored’.” And though it hid away that means to avoid any nature of wordage that would fall into space of his past, it still provided a means to wedge a manner of affection towards the girl without falling risk to his own secure and private secrets. “Though, I think it would be better to call you my wet adored. We are positively soaked and…” She was wearing a white dress and though he didn’t say it, the sudden clearing of his throat and slight averting of his gaze made him seem the gentleman he saw to be around her. And though there was no lying in the attraction there was on both ends, for he knew how far the last date had brought them when he had taken her to visit the High Museum in Atlanta. However, he would be nothing but a patient gentleman when with her, playing into that southern mentality he knew she held when it came to courting. She knew his intentions towards her were honorable, or what he would make her believe them to be, but there was no denying the attraction that played out between them both.

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Since they had agreed upon the nature of their relationship, Lark had been taking small liberties when it came to truly exploring him. The way she ran her fingers over his cheek was merely one of the many things she would actually allow herself to do freely without feeling anxious or bashful. He was so very handsome and she loved tracing her fingers over his features, memorizing the way they felt beneath her fingertips to craft a much more tangible memory in her mind. When he smiled her own seemed to answer it. The sun and the moon moving in perpetual tandem. It was so easy to simply forget what had brought her here, however, the evidence remained saturated throughout their clothing. Still that simple fact seemed to allude her as she took him in and awaited the answer to her question.

Placed upon her feet once more she had to tilt her jaw up further to look him in the eye. Even with the heels on, she was still considerably shorter than he was. While it wasn’t quite as disparaging as normal, it was still a substantial difference. Much as her gaze had adjusted with the shift in their position so too did the placement of her hands. As he lowered her she allowed her palms to cup against his jaw before gliding down his neck to his chest. Feeling the fabric still soaked through beneath her hands she lowered her eyes to look upon the way it stuck to his broad chest. While the vest hid some of the way the shirt clung to him, it wasn’t a complete guard, and especially not where his arms were concerned.

Tilting her head toward his caress she all but nuzzled into his palm as he brushed the hair away from her face. The smile she wore spread once more, growing further the longer she was in his company. At this point the dimples in her cheeks were beginning to make an appearance, accentuating the width and volume of her lips in turn. That broadening state however soon froze as he mentioned just how wet they were. As he cleared his throat she cocked her head in a brief moment of confusion before it dawned on her. “Oh…” Glancing downward it only took her a split second to realize that the dress she had chosen had been an atrocious mistake. The white fabric was all but entirely translucent and stuck to her curves like a second skin. It left quite literally nothing to the imagination, which meant that it fully expose the pale pink undergarments she wore beneath it.

At that point she removed her hands from him entirely to grab at the breasts of her cardigan. Pulling it shut across her chest she tried to at least ward off any exposure to her breasts and torso. The skirt on the other hand was going to be a bit of an issue. Pulling at the fabric she furrowed her brow and frowned as it separated from her skin with a wet sucking sound. Forcing it from her thighs she tried to hold it away from her legs, knowing full well that it would simply mold in place once more if she let it go. “I… I really wasn’t expecting rain.” Obviously. If she had been then she certainly would not have worn white. Lark was far too bashful to ever put herself out there in that way. Hell even now with the man who she was dating and had even been exploring with, she was turning a ruddy shade of red and trying to hide away what was supposed to be hidden beneath her clothing.

When she finally made the conclusion that she wasn’t really going to be able to fully cover herself she turned around to put her back toward him. Moving one hand behind herself she held it over her backside as she squirmed in discomfort. This was a fine mess she had found herself in. Once again she was kicking herself for ever deciding to go to this event in the first place. Clearing her throat a little bit she tried to think up the best alternative to sitting here wet and sheer for the next couple hours. “I don’t suppose you have something I could… change into?” Anything really would be an improvement on her dress.

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Posted on: May 27 2018, 01:57 AM

The end of ruin, The end of the dusk, The end of death.
Make note of their wet nature, if not more when pointing out the flaw in wearing white to a thunderstorm, and Zander could do nothing but find himself grinning at the sudden way it dawned over Lark. More so, how she reacted to it. Such a gentle and shy bird, she was. And though he knew she found courage in the time he saw to court her, exploring more in her freedom to know him, he too found encouragement to make those slight advances on her. How could he not? She was a delicious morsel he wanted to devour and yet was left to play the good gentleman when around her. If anything, it left him to be teacher in more ways than one and the wickedness of that fact was seductive within itself.

It had been a known fact that there was more to his attraction to her, given where he was a gentleman, he was still a man with needs. And yet, he had been patient with her, never forcing her to do anything beyond her own comfort. The sound and memory of her moans, however, were intoxicating. Knowing, for a moment, he had inspired lust out of purity was too much to give up.

Such was a truth even in the small means to avert his gaze, but he had spied a look regardless, finding a means of delight in the little secrets that hid themselves under the white material of her dress. Was that pink lace? If he was anything other than he made her see him as, he would have gathered her up in that moment and ripped that dress in the desire that he found, taking as he pleased. But he didn’t.

For Lark, however, there was no wickedness. If anything, the use of that nickname was true in the way every touch and action she offered was a definition of adoration. Such was the truth in the way she looked at him, if not more cradled herself there in his touch across her cheek, and in some way, he felt the need to protect it all the more. At the realization of how exposed she was, however, there was only a broad truth in the way her reaction found him grinning. Okay, so there were limits to how much he could act the gentleman when his gaze turned more hot in the way he looked at her. The way she fussed at herself though, there was no hiding the sudden chuckle that inspired itself inside him at the show. Even when she removed her hands from him and saw to pluck at herself, if not more, to even make an attempt in covering herself. A part of him wanted to reach out and stop her from doing so, but he didn’t. Not even when she stepped back and turned herself around from his gaze. What he did, however, was something entirely different.

Plucking at small buttons of his vest, one would think he being too familiar within that moment, but when he removed himself of that article of clothing and peeled it away from himself, it did so with a step closer towards Lark. Because in the next moment, it was offered as a means to give her some dignity, even if it exposed himself further. Not like he was bothered with his body. Quite the opposite. But there in the space that found the wet material falling about her shoulders, he wouldn’t leave the moment for what it could be. Not when that light hearted chuckle made itself to her ear before allowing him a kiss there against her jaw closest to her slender neck. “Lark Eswin, you are a rare and beautiful creature. Don’t shy away so easily about that.” Another tender kiss to join the offer of the words, he carefully set his hands there about her waist. She was so tiny in his hold. “Though I cannot help to feel glad and relieved to have us leave the event when we did. I am many things but I am unsure how I would react at the thought of others seeing what I just did now. Pink is a lovely color on you.” Oh, now he was being wicked, even if playfully so.

If she was to slap him at the jestful but sinful comment, he didn’t allow the moment to come when he was quickly stepping from her to offer her a direction to her question. “My room is up the stairs to the right. I can find a shirt for you to wear. Is that dress dry clean only? If not, I can wash it here.”

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There were moments when Lark would have loved to say that she was growing and becoming more secure with herself. In admitting such a fact she wouldn’t have even been lying. When she was able to prepare herself and when she knew the moment was an intimate one, she was becoming far more at ease than she had been in the past. There was of course still a long way to go before she would ever be truly comfortable enough to flaunt her sexuality, but she was at least making progress. In this particular instance she had not been counting on being sensual. It was simply a bizarre happenstance that had resulted in her unbeknownst exposure. That kind of thing was still apparently quite capable of turning her into a bashful school girl. It of course didn’t help that every time she peaked at him she managed to catch his eyes drifting over her body to steal his own glimpses of what the white fabric revealed in its saturated state.

That she didn’t correct him or squeal in shame while trying to redirect his eyes was a mere testament to how much she actually did like him. It was flattering in a sense that he would look, even if it might have been inappropriate. At least he had kept his longing stares short and had managed to hold off on indulging in them until they were in private. That was at least some small consolation. When he chuckled however she did respond, though when she did there was a hint of bemusement in her own tone. “Are you laughing at me, Alessander? Some gentleman you are.” The hint of laughter that teetered off the tail end of her statement made it all too clear that she wasn’t holding it against him. If anything she could see just why the whole ordeal was amusing.

Even as her cheeks deepened to a ripe shade of cherry she still wore a smile. As she stood there with her back turned to him she found herself grateful for his company. Whatever his faults might have been he had always been there for her and he made her feel comfortable even after moments of extreme duress. It only served to reaffirm her feelings toward him and endear their exchange further. As he placed his vest over her shoulders she lifted her hands to catch at it, holding it secure in its place so that it could drape down her back and hide her buttocks from his eyes. It might not have been long enough to be a suitable dress but it did at least hide her enough to alleviate some of her discomfort. Closing her eyes briefly she listened to the immaculate tone of his voice as he complimented her once more before sealing the advice with an additional kiss.

If he had said the same thing a month ago she might have mocked him for it and degraded herself. As it was she had learned that denying his words and belittling her value usually only resulted in him driving his point home. He didn’t allow her to criticize herself, not if he could help it. While she had a long road ahead of her, it was certainly helping to undo a lot of the damage her mother had done to her. As he continued her brow arched upward, curiosity inching ever higher as he explained why he was grateful for their departure. The implication that he might be jealous in any respect at others seeing her in that state was almost enthralling. It made her feel as though he truly did value her more than she knew. Of course that giddy sensation only served to fuel her gasp as he complimented her on her lingerie.

While she wasn’t the slapping type she did wave him off and huff at him as one might do a petulant child. “You are utterly incorrigible, you know that?” Glancing back over her shoulder at him she started turning around before she thought better of it. The vet did a fine job of hiding her backside but unless she closed it, it wasn’t going to hide any bit of her front. “Well lead the way then…” Waiting for him to start moving she would only start herself when his back was turned her way. Once it was she could turn and follow him without the fear that he might see any bit of her underwear. As they made their way to the stairs and soon up she addressed his question about her dress. “I don’t think I own anything expensive enough that it has to be dry clean only. You can wash it if you want, after I have something to change into.” That distinction felt quite important, since she didn’t want him angling to take the dress and leave her even more exposed than she already was. Not that she could have blamed him without being entirely hypocritical, since she took absolutely every opportunity going up the stairs to appreciate his figure from head to toe and back again.

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Being comfortable was definitely a struggle for Lark, depending on the situation. He knew well enough that if she had it her way, she would prefer a book over anything else, so he took delight in being able to feed that addiction of knowledge for her. Undoubtedly, it offered a door into the girl’s affection and with it, the goal he had waited to achieve after all these centuries. Just another piece to that puzzle that would have him collecting all that he needed for the upcoming ritual. In the meantime, it could still enjoy himself.

Isn’t that what came in the lavish dates he had set up, the careful planning, all of which to see Lark more wrapped about his finger. He knew well enough that he could not mark her, for he had already learned that lesson centuries ago when it came to people with her rare type of magic. So he was left to this and with it came with the tedious nature of echoing his humanity as a form of display for her to attach to. And as it was, it was working. It was there in the spark of humor found between them both when the polish of that smile of his would inspire one of her own and for reason itself, he found himself lingering that gaze longer than expected when she did. Certainly when the grace of his true name slipped from her lips, finding a more than pleased sound from his throat at the fact. “Oh, I am very much a gentleman.” He assured her, though smirking a bit mischievously as his fingers played over her own in his passing before allowing him to turn and pluck them up to offer them a kiss across her knuckles. All gentleman.

But there was a limit to being a gentleman, that seen well enough the moment she settled his vest over her shoulders and he found the view of that plump little ass was taken from him with the slightest pout in his features.Certainly, before his courting of her, he wouldn’t have reacted so boldly while in her company and yet, that behavior saw to show a sense of comfort with her - if not more. He would not hide the attraction he held for the girl, though he would offer patience to her. However, he wasn’t to keep the manner she effected him from her. He wanted her to know she was beautiful and in that, could very much have a hold on him.

“On the contrary, Pouli Mou, I am very corrigible. Especially with you.” For all the falsehoods he held with her, there was never a lie in that. Not here nor in the sudden tender kiss given to her temple before he passed her to direct her towards his room. As they made their way to the top of the stairs and to the threshold of his room however, he could not help hinting the smallest peak over his shoulder before curling the edge of his mouth at her comment. Always the clever one, his little Lark. “You are welcome to whatever shirt you find in my closet. Just leave your dress by the hamper and I will see to it.” However, if either was to think this was to be a normal evening, both would find themselves wrong. Not when, with the flicker of lights and the rumble of thunder from that conjured storm, that the electricity of these older buildings didn’t hold a match to mother nature. That enough seen the moment shadows cast themselves across his room the moment the power went out and with it, the sigh of mild frustration. “And I guess I will see to that too. Be careful, Lark.” It was a light concern and one that came with the sudden reach of her hand, allowing his own to curl about hers. One thing about being a vampire, the dark did nothing to hinder him.

“Wait a moment and I will get some candles from one of the cabinets. I should also have a lantern and a few flashlights lying about.” As it was, this had not been part of his plan, and yet he was always one quick to adapt to his surroundings. Especially since he was met with the chance to fulfill his promise from long ago when Lark Eswin walked into his existence.

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Threading the ability for her to learn into other aspects of her life made it much easier for Lark to acclimate herself. Even when it came to things that wouldn’t typically be seen as learning experiences. Strangely enough being able to break it down systematically helped her to relax. Even tiny little things like learning translations to some of the words he spoke or particular ways in which things were done that might result in positive outcomes. Like hearing that satisfied sound slip into the air as she used his true name. It was a small reward earned by way of knowledge and she adored it all the more because of that fact. His assurance that he was in fact a gentleman made her smile spread so broadly that it made her cheeks ache. The tone of it and the teasing manner in which he touched her hand thereafter were torturously mischievous and try as she might she couldn’t deny that they excited her.

Every time he looked at her the way he did now or touched her despite his gentlemanly ways it helped reassure her in some small fashion that she was in fact desirable. Which was a fact that she was still a considerable way from believing. At the very least it was progress. Pursing her lips momentarily she stole her smile away only to don a false expression in its wake. The slight narrowing of her eyes and the set of her lips seemed to question his claim to corrigibility. “This is you being corrigible?” A brow ascended in the wake of his kiss to her temple and remained arched skyward as he passed her to head up the stairs. If this was genuinely him on his best behavior, what was he like when he was acting of his own restraint?

The thought was one she suspected was better left unsaid. Primarily because she wasn’t sure she would enjoy the answer. While she had come to terms with his past relationships she still didn’t wish to dwell on them. Thinking about how he might have pursued them would only serve to stifle herself and result in the same retraction she had offered him countless times before. When it came to their relationship and the pace at which it moved, she truly only had her own thoughts to blame. Shooing the thought from her mind she allowed a soft smile to rise over her lips once more as she teased him. “I’ve never had a maid before. It’ll be quite the treat for me.” The hint of laughter that started to tickle the tail end of her statement died in unison with the lights.

The tiniest chirp of sound twittered through her lips in response to the sudden change. Blinking rapidly she tried to see through the darkness only to find her eyes were not nearly as quick to adjust as his. At best she saw slight shifts in the darkness where tiny traces of light reflected off of shapes. When he reached for her hand she jumped slightly, though it was strictly a human response to a startling touch. Curling her fingers into his she allowed him to guide her the remainder of the way. Slowly but surely her eyes were adjusting to the dark, though she would never see quite as well as he did through the shadows. Still she could see him well enough as he departed to find some candles and lights.

Finding herself alone in the dark she let her eyes turn in the direction of the closet. A thought occurred to her then that perhaps she had a solution of her own. There were only a few things that she had truly learned in studying as much as she had, small little conjurations primarily, but in this case one seemed quite helpful. Cupping her hands together she created a dome of her upper palm, leaving a hollow between them. Moving her upper hand in a circular motion she began to draw warmth from not only the friction of the motion but her magic as well. Surprisingly the magic responded rather quickly to her behest, igniting a moment later to produce a spherical light between her palms. Lifting her upper hand she peered at the glimmering light, softly flickering as though it were being fueled by the whip of tiny wings.

Enthralled with her own progress her smile was immediate and unmovable. Lifting her hand she directed it as any child would a bubble, gently escorting it to the air before letting her hand fall away. The little light rose skyward before hovering in place, providing at least as much light as any candle. The process was then repeated as she started toward the closet. Creating a small orb of light to release into the air to illuminate her path. By the time she made it to the closet itself she had produced six little balls of light, which still danced in the air as she started to look through the clothing in his closet. There were plenty of shirts to choose from, but she didn’t want to waste too much time picking for fear that he would return in the middle of her changing.

Sliding her cardigan off she let it slide to the floor before she reached beneath her arm to pull the zipper of her dress down her side. When you lived alone dresses were best if they could be pulled on over your head or unzipped along your side. While a back zipper was lovely, they simply were not practical. Easing the dress off she paused about halfway down her shoulders to glance back and make certain she was still in fact alone. At that point she urged the dress from her arms before peeling the wet fabric from the more pronounced curves of her body. Once she managed to separate herself from the material she stepped from within it and added the dress to her cardigan. Pulling the shirt from its hanger carefully she lured it up her arms and onto her shoulders as though it were a coat.

The button down was large enough upon her that it would cover absolutely everything without question. Its hem brushed just shy of the center of her thighs, which was suitable enough to assure her that she wouldn’t be exposing anything so long as she was careful. The sleeves were too long, but they were easy enough to push away to expose her hands. Once her hands were clear of distraction she moved them to the buttons. Slipping them one after the other into their places she made sure that she was covered before lifting her hair from the collar to send the dark tresses tumbling down her back once more. As she finished dressing she allowed herself the time to simply enjoy what she was doing that she hadn’t allotted herself when she started. Lifting her hand toward her face with the sleeve of his skirt wrapped about her fingers she breathed in the scent of him. The smile that arose upon her features was a dreamy mixture of contentment and adoration – one that could only be found in the midst of love struck hearts.

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The end of ruin, The end of the dusk, The end of death.
“Very corrigible.” It seemed very simple for the response, if not more, when he regarded her there with the light curl of his smile as his fingers played about the tips of her own. The kiss to her temple only seemed to further that response and the reasoning to it, hiding away all that left itself unseen. Never a denial and yet, forever a failure to give a truth that disguised itself behind the face and man she saw to hold such much affection for. He had spoken to her about his past, if only parts of it, and the fact he had been all which was depicted of vampires when he knew there had been plenty to whisper in her ear in warning about his kind. They were true and never once had he lied in that aspect about them. He knew exactly was the true nature of those that would prey on the innocent during the twilight hours. Countless stories encompassed the truth of monsters such as him and yet, there in the reflection of this relationship between them, it wasn’t allowed to be so singular of a story.

In the world of supernatural, there was never just white and black. No, in the lessons to be seen, there was a grand range of greys as well. But for the moment, those lessons would be momentarily paused.

As the lights went out, there was only a slight pause in his consideration of her when it would seem the jest she pulled in referring him as a maid was not entirely lost. Not when he saw to take care, if not see to the lights, when that little joke was given a response of one bold action. With his departure came the quick grabbing pinch to her more than round backside. “The treat is all mine.” A reply before that darkness saw to the disappearance of his figure and much like the residue of his figure from his magic, that dark mist rose up in his swift departure. As it was though, there had been no lie in his action to see to the lights when he checked the electric box before finding that his efforts would be in vain. Not that he would complain about the setting turning dark, not when he - indeed - had a lantern and candles to spare. Old habits die hard, especially when he lived majority without the pleasure of electricity.

With his return however, there could only be a minor hesitation when the flicker of that light came off the darked walls of the room. There was curiosity there in the floating lights when never would there be a question to where they came from. Not when he knew from the sight of them, if not more the registered aura which glowed off of them. Lark had been practicing and he could only find a manner of pride at the sight. He knew well that her thirst for the knowledge about her abilities could very well make him remember his own when he had been her age. It was an odd thing to consider, if not to remember the years he had come to know the manner of how different he was from everyone in his village, but he preferred to not dwell on things such as his mortal past. Certainly not when his thoughts were quickly turning to something else entirely.

It was there in the stop of his form, left in his own means to change from the wet clothes when he stood there in sweatpants, when he had been inspecting a floating ball of light before finding his attention drawn elsewhere. There in his closet with the drape of one his own button up shirts, she stood smelling the sleeve of it as he watched without making himself known. And for that breath of time, he didn’t want to. But he knew he had to.

“It looks good on you.” Came the interruption of that darkened silence, the husk of his voice reaching out from outside the closet as he stepped under one of the flickering lights. “I also see you have been practicing.” Spoken as he drew closer, having discarded both lantern and candles on his dresser on his way back into the room, he took the time to fully appreciate the young woman in front of him. Would she shy from that gaze? Would she draw back from the reach that came of it? Much like the one that had come that Halloween night, when callous fingers made a gentle hold of her chin. “It brings me joy to see your abilities growing. There is a great depth of beauty in it and I am glad to see just how it reflects the person the holds it.” Such a tender offer of words when, in their own way, they were the truest he could offer her when they were given there with the caress of his thumb across her lower lip.

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As throughout most of her life, Lark always listened when she was taught, only to make her own decisions when the information was achieved. There was much she had heard throughout her lifetime about any number of preternatural creatures, though none more so than vampires. More often than not the tales told were wrought with horror. They were regarded as monsters by many and yet from what she could find there was little evidence to substantiate the fact that they were all as described. No doubt a great deal of her own interaction with the small sampling of vampires she’d met, she had seen nothing but an opposition to that belief. None of course made more of an impression upon her than her current companion. Unfortunately she still remained blissfully unaware of just how dark his past nor present were.

At worst she knew him to be a bit wicked when it served him, but never so with her. Aside from frustration of a pinch her bum he was far better behaved than nearly everyone she knew. Even tonight such a forward step was swatted off with a gasp, only to watch him vanish into the darkness. Corrigible indeed was the last of her thoughts before seeing to her own change of clothing. If there was truth to the stories he told and what she had read on her own accord, then she had yet to see them. While seeing might not have been equitable to believing, in this particular case there was very little that could dissuade her from her belief that vampires were not so unlike humans. There was good and bad in both. In Zander’s case she was certain there were shades of grey, but she was just as certain that they paled within her company.

That stolen moment of intimacy was interrupted as he spoke. If not for the storm beyond the walls of the home providing a constant state of sound, it would have been a far more startling return. As it was his voice merely turned her from her act of inhaling the scent of him, redirecting her icy blue eyes until they melted over his form. There was an undeniable awe in the way she studied him, appreciating every masculine attribute. Moving from his face down his neck to the broad expanse of his shoulders and along the tapering line of his torso. Any time she saw him in any state of undress she found herself just as bewildered as she was the first time. It wasn’t until he mentioned her practicing that she finally blinked from her perusal to bring herself back up to meet him once more.

Whether the pale blush upon her cheeks was due to catching herself staring or his compliment was up for debate – but in reality it was likely a combination of the two. As he took her by the chin her lips naturally split to a slight spread. “I have been, a lot actually.” The blush only grew darker as he told her just how happy he was to see her improving. That he went further to relate to both her magic and herself as beautiful only made her feel all the more sheepish. As his thumb slid across her lower lip her heart leapt in her chest, thudding loudly enough that she almost mistook it for another clap of thunder. Swallowing her nerves she exhaled a soft sigh before attempting to regroup. “I can do more…”

Withdrawing just a bit she moved to cup her hands as though collecting water. However instead of pouring from above a pool began to form from her palms and build toward her fingers. It seemed to appear fluid and yet consisted of pure light that refracted with each minute shift of her body. Lowering her eyes to the conjuration she focused on the magic, molding it in her mind until the pool began to solidify into a shape. Slowly but surely it went from a shapeless pool to a small bird. As soon as the shape found its full form it began to animate, ruffling its feathers to flutter outward and send little specs of light dusting through the air. Dropping her hands away the little bird took flight, moving through the room to leave a trail of tiny lights. They almost resembled fairy lights or stars, scattered throughout the room. Smiling quite proudly she watched as the bird dissipated with each fleck of light until all that remained of it was the galaxy of hovering lights in his room. “It’s just a conjure really… nothing too special, but I suppose on nights where the power goes out, it can be useful.”

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He knew there had only been a small handful of times she had seen him without a shirt and the way she considered him never changed. And in his own musing, he didn’t want it to change. Though he knew well the memory when she first saw him without a shirt, the shock that came over the tracing of his tattoos and even the scars which adorned his flesh that told stories of his mortal years. Those very same markings were seen across his flesh, the tales of his years as a Greek soldier for the Holy Roman Empire, something he had never truly gone into with Lark. Not yet, at least. Though he knew those questions hid themselves behind those cristine blue eyes of hers, he had not indulged them just yet.

Each mark held its own meaning, be it scar or tattoo. He knew in the time she would trace her fingers over either, that he explained the reason for it or how he got it. Such stories lit up her eyes, just as he watched the same come in the compliment towards her ever improving magic. And though the moment had quieted for him, drawing in the intention for intimacy that found him stepping closer with every reason to kiss her, he soon found that wasn’t to be. Not when Lark’s nervousness, if not also mingled in the excitement of showing something new, found her stepping back. He wasn’t to hinder her though, not when turning his attention to her cupped palms before softly curling the edge of his mouth at the sight. Certainly when that magic formed itself into the form of a bird. As the light formed creature took to the air, he ducked slightly - knowing full well what came to her magic and him - but still never wavered in the marvel that came in his expression as he watched it fly across the room.

He watched in his own form of awe, following the glowing form across the room and couldn’t help the curl at the edge of his mouth. Was it himself that had once created something so similar as a child? To remember watching the smoky dark form of mist dance across his small home. But where there was pride in this sight, he knew well that there had never been for what had come in that black form of a wolf, just as he remembered the fear in his parents eyes when they had witnessed the same.

“That is amazing, Lark. Given it was just a few months ago that you were even introduced to this magic, you have come a long way. Don’t belittle this worth or talent. It will grow in time.” Truth for what it was, given there as he re-established that space between them before gently taking up the cup of her hands. “Never cease believing in yourself. You have so much heart and it is there that your magic comes from. For that reason alone, it will always grow.” A cradle to her face came then, brushing in a small caress the cheeks that blushed so easily, when the touch of them found the secret of his smile to be seen. An intimacy hidden away from the eyes of the dark world that he had been born into. “And it will always be a reason for my protection, Lark. Be it now or years to come, it will always be there. You are far more special in this world than you know.” And she would always be.

“Just as you are important to me.” It was a turn of words in the soft manner he folded the small winkle of the collar of his shirt back, tucking it in place before allowing his fingers to glide across her neck. Callous over something so innocently soft. “You deserve so much more than this world will give you.” In what he would give, yet the whispered words never came and yet, he knew so much more in that hidden foreboding statement. His secret, even when it was one that came with a price.

Alessander knew that with his death, a part of him died. But known would know just how much of his soul would be lost in the completion of that death. And all for a promise.

But like a blink of realization, a glance up found the clearing of his throat, knowing the fact they remained within the closet. So with the sweep of his hands across her cheek, one last caressing touch that found a yearning to remain, he lowered them to her hands before casting his chin towards the room. “Shall we set up these candles, latria mu?”

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At some point there was no doubt that she would delve deeper into every mark upon his flesh; whether ink or scar. They all were small parts of a whole story that she longed to know as well as her own. The one of his past, where he had been and who he had known. There was a wealth of knowledge within him that she found all together enrapturing. If it were up to her she would have spent days, weeks, or even months listening to all that he knew while taking the time to register it to her own memory. As of now she only knew a small bit of who he was, where he had come from and what some of the intricate tattoo work upon his figure meant. That she still longed to know more only served to make the way in which she looked upon him all the more wanton. It went beyond the mere desires of the flesh to a transcended state of intimate knowledge.

Despite how much she wished to know and how much she truly desired him in every sense, she found herself taking advantage of the means to distract him. To hold that kiss just out of reach and deny them both some momentary relief from the pressure that built between them. Consciously it never occurred to her that she was using her magic to keep the kiss from transpiring – subconsciously however there was no denying that she would do just about anything to deny herself the things she wanted most. Psychologically it was no doubt a habit learned through a lifetime of being denied by her mother, even when it came to things like affection or pride. While she never held her mother’s lack of warmth against her, there was no denying that when she managed to earn what she’d been denied in her youth from others that she delighted in it.

The pride in his eyes and the curve of his smile when he saw her actually use her magic made her feel almost giddy. Pleasing him in any sense made her happy, but in this she felt particularly excited. After she had harmed him before it became rather imperative to her that she gain control over her powers and quickly at that. “Hopefully sooner rather than later. I don’t wish for a repeat of Christmas Eve ever again.” Looking to their hands and the union he brought to existence between them she found herself smiling once more. While she didn’t tell him that she hoped he was correct, she certainly thought it. Little by little, however, she was learning not to vocally disparage herself. Especially not when in his company. Just as she enjoyed pleasing him, she likewise hated making him unhappy. “Well I will certainly not complain about you staying close by to protect me.”

As he reached to adjust the collar about her neck her lashes tipped downward. The bashful descent of her eyes only served to accentuate the blush she wore further as her dark lashes sprawled wide over her rosy cheeks. When they arose once more she whispered her reply quietly. “I am content with what the world has given me. It gave me you after all.” If there was one thing in her life that she was truly blissfully happy with, it was him. Every moment she was with him she found that fact only becoming increasingly true. He was a substantial part of her life now, not only as a boyfriend but as a teacher, guardian, and confidante. As he cleared his throat her eyes darted downward once more. Pinching her lip between her teeth she kneaded the tender morsel as his fingers passed over her cheek. Nodding in agreement she closed her hands within his before moving to do as he’d asked.

Making her way to where he had left the collection of candles she looked over them before glancing upward. The little lights still dappled the air near the ceiling, creating a mock twilight. They looked like stars in the darkness of the room, floating and quietly thrumming with her magic. Smiling once more she picked up a couple candles before turning to face him again. ”Where are we headed?” It never really occurred to her that they would stay in his bedroom. So she could only assume they would make their way to some other part of the house. Perhaps the library or a sitting room, somewhere they could talk. Talk or do other things. Taking a slow deep breath she let her mind veer sideways for a moment, venturing down a path of eroticism before being reeled back in. Cupping the candles to her chest she blinked away the stupor of her own thoughts as she waited for his response, if not his lead.

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Everything was like a dance. It was a strange sense of looking at this existence and yet, it was not completely false when, with enough patience, one’s manipulations can make leading another into the dance far easier than expected. It is what he made of this, to give that hand and with Lark’s own means, watch her welcome the manner he would tug her along. Yet, there was no actual dance when those motions came in words, smiles, and the little delights made between one affection to another. And though he knew her own inexperience found that dance sometimes hesitating, if not altogether pausing, he was always determined to continue it.

It was expected for her to shy away from those small advances, if not more to avoid moments to lead into them. He could understand the uncertainty in her inexperience and yet, he remained the encouraging teacher. It would never be enough to merely be the mentor to that magic but the very encouragement of her heart when he saw to inspire it. And had he not gained that? Seeing the brightness of her smile even when she was ready to always shy back, he would be the one reaching to keep her moving forward and never back. Even in her memories, she saw to back away instead of seeing the means to move beyond. He would make it his place to keep her from seeing even that memory one way when he saw it another.

But to not complain about him staying close? “Good, because I would have to warn you - you are stuck with me, because I do not wish to be parted from you.” A small tease even as he occupied himself with the collar of the shirt she wore, finding the excuse to brush his fingers across the slender column of her neck even when helping her. He couldn’t deny it, he enjoyed touching her. Most of all, he liked seeing her reaction when he did. Even in the time spent since agreeing to that commitment, regardless of the part falsehood of it on his end, he could not help himself from enjoying the positive end of it. Nor deny the fact, for the manipulations that were in that relationship, there were more hidden truths than he was willing to admit.

Certainly, the lie that encompassed this relationship was littered with a monstrous end, what came of it still remained what it was. In picking her, to even claim, also meant to keeping what he would see as his. With that alone, she was his to protect, just as she was his to possess. Had it not been glimpsed there in his statement about not wanting others to see her like he did? Even in her slight delight at the idea of it, it remained true. He was selfish when it came to her. But was she not the same with him? Regardless of her pure heart, he knew basic instincts for what they were and even Lark could be dominated by it. And the idea of such a thing, for its reason alone, pleased him. Such a thought, however, would have to be explored at a later point when, with a slight distraction to the manner she bit her lip, he saw to follow her out of that closet.

“I left more candles down stairs, these are for the bedroom and hall. Here, let me help.” He offered, taking up a candle himself before showing her where to place them. “A lot of these old homes had places for candles, given electricity hasn’t always been a common thing.” He explained while striking up one of the long matches as he set aside a few of the thick standing candles over one of the old iron places across a dresser. Yet there was an obvious pause in his task, even when he finished it, it left him turning over a quiet thought. Whatever the thought, it found him turning towards her, his expression showing a momentary hesitance before coming to a conclusion.

“I...don’t regret Christmas Eve. I know your fears that were caused from what happened but...I cannot regret it. Nor would I want to change what happened.” He explained while taking those steps that separated them before plucking a candle from her hold meant to remove whatever distraction was there when he wanted her attention on him. “I am not afraid of pain and I meant what I said when I told you that you are worth the risk. Christmas Eve might have been many things but to me...I would never regret kissing you.” And he didn't. Not even when he stood there, curling a finger under her chin to tip her gaze up towards him as he craned his neck downward to find his next words in a husky whisper, if not more. “Not when I always want to kiss you.” For in those words came the very tease of it. A promise and yet, would she encourage the want of it?

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