thea.xn--6ii and when i start writing aly’s good ending and bad ending? what then
“I never make promises I cannot keep.” in spite of her quiet monotone, there too exists a certain mischief. she smiles slowly, moving to stand alongside him. she loops an arm around his.
“come on. surely you have some good ones —
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hit the heart for a starter. lengths might vary but expect at least a two - post thread.
“I wouldn’t say that,” alyana replies quietly. though certainly time was an anomaly to her, she was sure that time —- even minutes —- had importance.
her brows furrow, eyes lingering on his face. she is quiet for these seconds, and —
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alyana hesitates here, breathing him in. really breathing him in. this familiar hand upon hers, these familiar eyes staring back into hers, it settles her and sets her heart fluttering at once.
her tail has released his leg in favor of —
“still a poet, I see.” eyebrows raise, teasing him even now at a most sacred moment. her other hand is still in his, as if she’s forgotten it’s there.
they’re almost too close.
“come, are you tired?” she asks, though makes no move.
in spite of herself, alyana begins to smile. brightened a fraction by his presence. she hums, her hand moving from his shoulder to his cheek.
“good,” she retorts. “I will hold you to that.” her gaze drops, lingering on his lips. and —
“you are known to be careless around beasts with plenty teeth,” she points out, but her eyes follow his every move and soften finally. some tension falls from her shoulders.
her free hand reaches to his shoulder and tugs him in close. —
thea.xn--6ii all that alluring fey magic and she can’t say one flirtatious thing without it sounding like a threat












