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Blaze could feel her before she spoke. A melodic sound washed over the air. How had he lost his temper with her in the house again? Rubbing a thumb over the bridge of his nose he let her approach. Her voice and steps like that of a wounded, cautious animal. He loathed himself for frighting her. Her fingertips danced against his jaw. Cool and reassuring as the ocean waves outside of their condo. He pulled her close, the scent of honeysuckle and jasmine was pungent as he kissed the top of her head.  “Sweetheart.” the words left his mouth in a wave of adoration. “I didn’t think you had come home so soon.” He grabbed her legs and placed them over his lap before pulling her flush against him. “Stupid ignorant people with nothing better to do than bug a grumpy old man such as me.” 

“Honey?” the blonde peeked out from a room adjacent to the living room, her long fingers delicately wrapping around the frame of the door. God, she thought, sucking her bottom lip up between her teeth, I hate seeing him like this. Sliding out over the threshold, Finley took extra care to make sure both her voice and her steps were gentle. “Baby, what can I do to put a smile on your face?” As she sat next to him on the couch, folding one leg under the other, she reached a hand to brush her fingers against his jawline. “That scowl, while very cute, is very unbecoming on you.”

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“Does your pathetic little excuse for a brain need to be reminded again? I do NOT WANT TO ACCEPT ANY CALLS FROM THAT PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A FATHER.” Blaze Miller screamed into the phone. How had they found yet another private number for him? He flung the device on the couch and sat rubbing his temples. “I will celebrate the day that man is given the death penalty.” 

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Blaze Miller: moodboard. Part 2 

"Don't assume I like you just because I fuck you."

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Text ✉ Finley

F: Not forever. Borne into us, they've the chance to touch.

B: Haven't you heard? Commoners aren't allowed to touch royalty.

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Text ✉ Finley

B: Lucky for us, that one was born of sea and storms then.

F: The other of the Gods and the heavens above.

B: Forever fatality separated.

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Text ✉ Finley

F: It's both of us, or none of us. If you go, I'm coming with.

B: Lucky for us, that one was born of sea and storms then.

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Text ✉ Finley

B: A mermaid found a swimming lad,

Picked him up for her own,

Pressed her body to his body,

Laughed; and plunging down

Forgot in cruel happiness

That even lovers drown.

B: I'd let you drown me.

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Funny, didn't they hear? I don't mingle with tabloid trash. 

Did you hear? Blaze Miller's back in town and he's collecting debts...

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS BLAZE! Praise the good lord above! The King of New York is back, and I’m down as fuck to be his queen.

Blaze! What?! Where?! Home boy, you need to come and hook me up!

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She'd agreed and within the nanosecond that her lips formed the words, the ground under Blaze's feet gave way and he was hovering, no, floating. His head fizzed like champagne as he watched the curve of her lips while she spoke. How would they taste after a night alone with him? His eyes moved slowly over her cheekbones. They were delicate, smooth and defined. She looked like an angel molded from gold and honey. "I'll pick you up tonight then. Six O'clock." 

She let out a soft huff, supposed to be indicative of coy laughter, bringing a hand up to her collar bone to prod at the skin there, wanting to be sure that this moment was reality and she wasn’t lost beyond the realm of consciousness. His touch jumpstarted each receptor in her body; as quickly as his fingers grazed her skin they had disappeared and it took everything she had not to protest. All at once, Finley imagined having his hands all over her body—and God, did it ache to do that. She wanted so desperately to make him feel the same way but she refrained, fearing the second, third touches wouldn’t be as powerful as the first. She inhaled a breath sharply, trying to regain the composure he had stolen from her, before responding. “I would love nothing more.”

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"I missed you too." Blaze said as his arms wrapped warmly over Isa's tiny frame. "Shall we go get her then? A day at the park sounds much needed. For the both of you."

I apologise, sorry. I didn’t mean to overreact just.. Missed you.. [looks down and forces a smile] Esme.. Esme’s with Dean.

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Not long enough to realize that you never apologize. It's not the way of a New Yorker. You'll get mugged if you come off as a tourist. 

No, actually. Been here a while.

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"They're expensive, what can I say?" Blaze mused, his throat tightening. Her hair was like spun starlight, each strand dancing with millions of tiny galaxies. Was it soft, like the perfect curve of her lips? Would it smell like the floral blooms of summer or something darker, deeper and more dangerous than anything he could imagine? Licking his lips he let his fingers glide a stray piece of spun honey back behind her ear. Fingertips lingering for mere seconds, just enough time for Blaze to memorize the spark of her skin under his. He pulled away, his face a mix of emotionless smirks and eyes that had flames dancing behind them. "Dinner then," he said as he leaned against the bar of the crowded cafe, "to make it up to me."

"You don’t run?" she asked, feigning a sort of sultry surprise, furrowing her brows together, looking up at him through her lashes. "Then I suppose your feet lay just above the ground because you can’t bear the thought of scuff marks on your Forzieries." The electricity between the two was undeniable—Finley herself felt her pulse quicken and her skin warm and her hands dying to reach out for him despite the fact he was so cool. In passing, Blaze was a statue, his hard features like cold marble in sync with the environment, as though he pulled the life from everything around him. Honestly, Finley wouldn’t be surprised if he had that power, just like he had the power to completely entrance her and make it look so damn easy. She smirked, halfway, and nodded. “That I do.”

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Course you did. You're obviously new around here.

Wow, yeah, I did apologize.

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It was business baby. I'd never leave my number one girl. Speaking of number one girls...where is she?

Don’t ever leave like that!

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Watch it! 

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"I do not run anywhere. I was...visiting family." Blaze said as he looked at her. He was aching to touch her, to feel the pulse under her skin as his body lay flushed against hers. Never in his life had he craved someone so badly. Sure, there had been other lovers, Elizabeth was one of them; but none were like her. This vixen that came from the stardust of a thousand cosmos. This creature that was a siren and an angel all in one. This steady burning flame that scorched everything it touched. Blaze’s body burned with the need to be consumed in that fire. He needed her, like the moon needed the sun.  "You still owe me that dance." 

I was wondering where you’d ran off to.

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Well, considering you fucks didn't burn the place down while I was in Jersey, I'd say you didn't do a bad job of keeping my city running.