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[ohmarielouise]

This is something I cut out of the scene I wrote with Lysanthir and Ariawyn. It felt like it was a little much and that it took away from the scene. But, why don’t some of you lovely people tell me about it? Should I have left in? Was it a good call to take it out?

For a while, he just gazed at her from the corner of his eye, admiring her in secret. She had the prettiest blue eyes he’d ever seen. He could have sworn somebody picked out the two brightest jades they could find to make them. But, looking at her this close, he could see the speckles of gold and the ring of sea-green fire around her pupils, which were just a slight tint darker than her iris, making them look non-existent from far away.

[ohmarielouise]

Flame Whispers

Lysanthir stared at the scarlet flames wildly dancing in his fireplace when the door creaked open. He turned to glance at the person entering his room. Ariawyn was standing there, poking her head in and looking at him with concerned eyes. He didn’t say anything to her but just cast his gaze back to the roaring hearth. The door shut with a quiet click, and a pair of bare feet padded into his direction. A hand brushed his arm. It was a touch so warm and so gentle that he could just melt like ice. But, he didn’t. He stood there like a statue of hard stone, refusing to acknowledge the sweet caress.

“Do you need anything?’ she asked him, wrapping her arms around his bicep.

His eyes darted to her when she spoke, and his ears twitched a little. For a brief moment, he gazed at her from the corner of his eye before going back to looking on the fire. She laid her head on his shoulder and pressed the inside of her palm against his. He could sense her eyeing him expectantly, sincerely awaiting his answer. Lysanthir just shook his head, stare fixed on the restless orange embers.

He let her stay close to him, remaining a statue with an emotionless face. She interlocked their fingers. Though Lysanthir didn’t move, a smile started to tug on the corner of his mouth. But, he wouldn’t let her see it. He couldn’t. That was a mistake he swore he’d never make again. Yet—

“Goodnight.”

A moment after she muttered those words, her hands fell from his arm, and the gentle warmth faded. When he turned to reach for her, the door closed, and she was gone. The tiny smile that she brought to his lips fell into a stoic frown once more. He found himself staring at the threshold in a trance.

“Goodnight.’ he whispered, reluctantly.

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Title credit: @mermaidcatarts

[ohmarielouise]

“Hey, angel!’ September said cheekily, poking her head into Azarel’s office.

“I’m not an angel anymore, Ember.’ Azarel replied. He swerved around in his desk chair to look at her.

“You’re still my angel.’ September sweetly fired back.

Azarel’s cheeks glowed a soft pink hue, but he crossed his arms and scoffed as he turned his face away. September just leaned against the doorway and leered at him until he noticed then looked back to glare at her. She chuckled. But, Azarel was far from amused.

“Did you come in here to hit on me while I try to work, or do you need something?’ he asked curtly.

“What do you want for dinner?’ September asked.

“Stew.’ Azarel hesitantly answered.

“Of course.’ September said before turning swift on her heels to leave the room.

“Wait.’ Azarel demanded.

“Do you need something?’ September replied, mocking his curt tone from before.

Azarel stood up and sauntered to her. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled into her shoulder. They stayed there like that for a good three to five minutes before Azarel pulled away to kiss her. She held him in her arms. His eyes struggled to stay open. He was almost falling asleep in her embrace.

“I told you those all-nighters would start catching up to you.’ September whispered. She grabbed his face and looked into his sleepy emerald eyes. “You should go to bed right after dinner.”

“I don’t want to.’ Azarel whined.

“You don’t want to come to bed with me?’ September inquired.

“Fine!’ Azarel squeezed her tighter. Her warm touch had him melting like ice. “I’ll be there in bed right after dinner, I guess.”

“There we go.’ September praised.

“But, not because I’m tired!’ Azarel said. His cheeks got red again, and his shy gaze darted to the ground. “It’s because you’ll be there.”

“Yeah, right.’ September sarcastically remarked.

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“Did it hurt?”

September caressed Azarel’s face as his head laid in her lap. She smiled. He snarled.

“Did it hurt? Of course it fucking hurt! I just— Hey!”

September tried to hold back her chuckle when Azarel came to realize the joke. He’s an angel that just fell from heaven, and she’s asking if it hurt. Azarel was far from impressed.

“Smooth, September. Real smooth.”

“You have to buy me a drink after that one. Come on!”

“Buy you a drink? Why don’t you buy me a drink? You’re the one flirting with me!”

“Is it working? Are you—“

“September, I swear, if you—“

“Falling for me!”

“Damn you!”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

September pressed her forehead to Azarel’s. She softly kissed his lips. He grinned from ear to ear. Now, Azarel was very impressed.