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still-with-koo · 1 year

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La Douleur Exquise | KTH

summary: when your best friend’s brother suddenly shows up at your door, you are shocked at the words that fall from his pretty mouth. he leaves you flustered and grasping for the thin line between right and wrong.

pairing: taehyung x reader

wc: 2,534

genre/warnings/rating: 18+, friends to lovers (kind of); best friend’s brother to (maybe) lovers; angst; fluff; smut (suggestive themes; intense emotional kissing; they don’t ask before kissing the other person; mentions of getting turned on; reader gets flustered; tae gets intimately close without asking first); reader is a few years older than Tae but both are well past legal age; unresolved feelings; mentions of societal expectations; explicit language. the characters in this story are my own and do not reflect on the members of bts or anyone else. this is all made up and just for fun, please don’t take it too seriously!

a/n: this one is a repost. definitely the most explicit thing i’ve written even if there’s no actual smut lmao

Mina said he had changed, but she hadn’t told you just how much.

It was strange to be alone in a room with him without Mina, or his other sisters, or his parents. Yet here he was, hunched over on your couch, staring determinedly at a spot a few feet from you.

“I shocked you, I guess,” he states finally, because the expression on your face could mean nothing else. You wonder how he could tell. He hasn’t looked at you once since he said it. The words that took you by complete and utter surprise. Surely no one expects a sudden love confession, no?

“A little.”

You continue to observe him as you lean against the sideboard, drumming your fingers against the cool wood. He looks nothing like the scrawny teenager you used to tease so many years ago.

“Tae, this is ridiculous. You’re my best friend’s baby brother.”

He flinches at those last words. Your best friend’s baby brother. The cage he couldn’t escape. That kept you on the outside. Kept you unattainable.

You notice his reaction. His fists tightening, connected to exposed veiny forearms beneath his rolled up sleeves that made you bite down on your lip.

Stop.

You catch yourself and shift your thoughts quickly, internally chastising yourself for your momentary lapse. He is your best friend’s younger brother. It would be wrong to see him as anything else, right?

“We’re both in our 20’s, Y/N. Age shouldn’t matter anymore.”

“But you’ll always be Mina’s baby—”

“Please— please don’t say it again.”

You bite your lip again as this time he looks directly into your eyes with a look that was unmistakeable. His sudden boldness was betraying your inhibitions. And you look away as you feel your cheeks start to heat up. But it’s too late.

When you look back, he’s grinning at you. Hopeful. Anticipating. His boxy grin reminding you of another time he smiled at you like that. The first time he made his confession nearly two decades ago.

“Y/N, I made you something.”

Taehyung runs to you and pulls away his sister, looking up at you with stars in his eyes. Whatever it was, he was very excited about it.

“Ok Tae, let me see it.”

You pull the card from his hand and smile as you read the words scrawled messily on the inside: ‘I love you Y/N. Will you marry me?’

You laugh wholeheartedly and pull him in for a big bear hug.

“Of course I’ll marry you, Tae. Ask me again when you’re older, ok?”

“You promised to marry me when I was older. I’m older now.”

“But Tae, you know I wasn’t serious. We were just kids.”

You suddenly remember something he said the year before he left to study abroad. A strange statement he had made that you hadn’t given much thought until now.

“When you said you wouldn’t marry anyone except your first love, is this…were you talking about me?”

He nods slowly, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. You remembered.

“Tell me you’re not attracted to me, Y/N.”

His request was sudden. Bold. A command. Something the Taehyung you knew would have never ventured.

“And if I say it, then what?”

“I will walk away. But you have to make me believe it.”

Your grip on the sideboard tightens as you stare him down, determined to end this once and for all.

“I’m not attracted to you, Tae.”

There, you said it. It might have come out a little more high pitched than you intended. But you said it.

But your words only elicited a smug grin from him.

“Are you sure?” he teases, licking his lips.

He slowly rises from the couch, eyes dark and hooded, never once leaving yours. He starts to close the gap between you and you start to feel hot all over. The way he’s walking towards you. A predator that has found its prey. His eyes full of lust and desire. You’ve never seen him like this. And you hate that it’s turning you on.

“Tae—”

Within seconds he is only a foot away, hesitating, hovering close but not close enough. He is much taller than you remember, and much bigger too. You can’t bring your eyes to meet his, instead taking in the way his thin turtleneck sweater tapers down his tiny waist, trailing down to his light wash jeans so tight around his thighs. Fuck. He was going to be the death of you.

He growls, his voice low and gravelly.

“How about now? Still nothing?”

You finally tilt your head upwards, trailing across his broad chest, past his tiny mole and pillowy lips, up to his glittering eyes. He was blatantly enjoying this.

You clear your throat, hoping against hope that the heat in your cheeks was not translating to your skin.

“Nothing,” you whisper.

He steps closer, now merely inches from you, the heat from his body transferring to yours. You could feel yourself start to crumble, his aura so intoxicating, his cologne rendering you delirious.

“Still nothing,” you manage with great effort. You wonder if he could hear your thundering heartbeat, whether your heart would betray your words.

He leans in, caging you between himself and the cabinet, resting his hands on the sideboard behind you. Your breath hitches as his hands graze yours, his long thumbs gently caressing your fingers, which were now gripping onto the sideboard for dear life. You were trying very hard not to think about his thigh in between your legs. An inch or so forward and he would make contact.

You feel goosebumps start to prickle your skin as he whispers in your ear, the sound low and guttural, like thunder before lightening strikes.

“Tell me I’m not affecting you, Y/N. Tell me you feel nothing.”

Fuck. He was affecting you. But why? He had barely touched you. Were you actually attracted to Tae? The goofy little ball of sunshine that used to follow you around like a little puppy?

His eyes linger on your lips as you part them, waiting for the words he is certain are seeking freedom, itching to escape into his awaiting heart. He is certain he isn’t misreading your signals. He is certain that after all these years you must finally feel something for him too.

So when words did leave your lips, something broke in him. His hopes came crashing down.

“No, Tae. I don’t feel anything for you,” you answer breathily. The fact that any sound made it out of your mouth at all makes your chest swell. It took every bit of effort not to crumble before him. Not to give in to the temptation leaning right into you.

He sharply exhales before leaning back, away from you, leaving your body suddenly cold and aching.

The look in his eyes shoot daggers through you. The way his shoulders hunch in, the utter defeat that was oozing from every fiber of his being. With one last glance into your eyes he turns away, mumbling something before grabbing his coat from the adjacent chair.

“I’m sorry, Tae.”

He sighs.

“Please don’t be. It’s my problem; not yours. Deep down I always knew you would never reciprocate my feelings. And I tried… I really tried to get over you, Y/N, to pass this off as some stupid crush. I stayed as far away from you for as long as humanly possible… but it didn’t matter. Not when my heart rests in your hands.”

If a heart could shatter you would have heard the sound of glass breaking. His was broken. And your heart broke with him.

“Everything reminded me of you, Y/N. A million tiny things tangled up in my mind. Your face. Your smile. Your eyes. I saw them in every cloud. In every painting. Inside every museum and concert hall. I couldn’t take it. The distance I put between us, both in time and kilometres, has only made my feelings grow. That’s why I came back. I had to tell you how I feel. I thought if you saw me now… after all these years… then maybe you would finally give me a chance. That maybe, you could possibly, see me as something more than just your friend’s brother. But I… I realize now I was wrong.” His back was still turned to you so you couldn’t see the tears now trickling down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I hope I didn’t offend you.”

Something inside you snaps. You don’t know what demon possesses you as within seconds you reach him and whirl him around to face you, wide eyed and stunned. Without a second thought you descend upon him with throbbing lips that match the heat from his, your hands pulling him into you, curling your fingers around his paper thin sweater, feeling the muscles underneath tighten, straining from the exertion.

Thrown completely off-guard it takes him a second to realize what was happening. As soon as the shock wears off he grabs your face and pulls you roughly into him, moaning hotly into your mouth, his lips pressing into yours feverishly. His other hand sends electric sparks down your spine as he drops his coat to trace his way up to the small of your back, pulling you flush against his body. The world around you falls away as you feel a rush of pleasure overtake your body. You can feel something hardening against your core and you gasp into his mouth, tightening your grip around his sweater as you start to see stars. You can barely breathe but you continue as if he was oxygen and his body your lifeboat. You were drowning but you didn’t care.

And then suddenly you did.

You pull your head back and push him away as his eyes shoot open. You avoid his gaze while smoothing down your skirt that had ridden up past your thigh. It didn’t take you long but you couldn’t bear to look into his eyes. Worried your resolve might break again.

“I’m sorry, Tae, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Y/N—”

Your fingers shoot up to his lips but you move them away quickly. If you were going to reject him you needed to avoid all further physical contact. Immediately.

He simply stared at your hand falling away, noticing the way your fingers wrapped around the hem of your skirt, mindlessly pulling on it the way you did back then whenever you were nervous.

“It was wrong for me to kiss you. I’m sorry, Tae. But I hope it makes you realize… that your, um, love really is just a stupid crush… like you said. At least you can see now that... you don’t really want me, Tae. There’s no spark between us.”

Lies. You were forcing lies to pass through your lips. Grasping at straws to explain this away. Because you knew you were fighting a losing battle.

He bit his lip, looking down at the spot in front of your feet. His bangs fell over his eyes as he let you think he was considering the possibility. That maybe this kiss made him realize he wasn’t actually in love with you.

A few moments pass in silence as he watches you shuffle your weight from one foot to the other. He then tilts his head to the side as he looks up at you slightly, dark locks of hair swaying to the side with the motion.

Your chest constricts. Why was he making this so hard? His puppy dog eyes were making your heart melt.

But you can’t. Well, you could. No, you won’t. Your best friend —his sister— would never speak to you again. Not to mention your other friends, your parents, none of them would ever approve either.

You can just imagine what they’d say. He’s Mina’s younger brother. He’s younger than you. It’s too weird. You need someone older. More mature. You need to settle down.

And you never could stand the word disappointed.

“Do you want me to leave, Y/N?”

You look in his direction as he fades back into view. You can’t ignore the words floating in the back of your mind.

No.

Please stay, Tae.

Kiss me again.

But alas.

“I think that would be best, Tae.”

He looks at you once more. But the look of defeat is gone. This time there is a light. A sparkle that wasn’t there before.

“Ok, Y/N. I will go.”

He grabs his jacket from the floor and you barely make out a smirk beneath his dark locks as you notice him glancing at your legs. When you look down you suddenly realize you had been squeezing your thighs together. Shit.

He can’t help the smug grin on his face, throwing you a quick wink before he heads towards your front door.

Brat. He knew he affected you. And he was rubbing it in your face.

You watch as he slides on his overcoat. As he bends over to slide on his oxfords. As he straightens up his turtleneck. It astonishes you how much he has changed. He is mesmerizing.

He glances back, with the full knowledge that you were staring at him.

“We don’t have to tell Mina. If that’s what is holding you back. Well, not until the wedding, I suppose.”

“What—”

His statement had you grasping for words, flustered.

He spins around and walks directly to you, brushing a strand of your locks from your eyes, watching it settle with the rest, before looking into your eyes again.

“You know how I feel, Y/N. And that kiss… made me fall in love all over again. And it will haunt me every night until I finally have you in my arms. But don’t worry. Nothing has to change. I won’t pressure you. I won’t even come near you unless you want me to.”

You continue to gaze into his eyes, the tension slowly melting as you start to find his proximity and the intimacy of his eye contact strangely comforting.

Then he steps back.

“You want me to leave so I will.”

He gives your hands a tight squeeze before opening your front door, bracing himself as the cool winter air fills his lungs.

You lean your head against the door frame as you watch him walk away, snowflakes falling gently all around him. In this setting he looked like a beautiful prince. The way his hot breath shot out of his pretty lips, suspended in mid air, reminded you of fairy dust.

His hand lingers over his car door handle, waiting. Anticipating. Finally he exhales sharply, brows furrowing before he forces the car door open.

“Tae—”

As if an intersection signal suddenly flashed green, he shuts the door close and turns towards you, his infamous boxy grin making a reappearance. His eyes widen in anticipation as he waits for those words to leave your lips. He hopes against hope that you won’t make him wait. That you will give into the feelings you most certainly have. So he can run into your outstretched arms and return home for the first time in his life.

But this is not as easy for you. You now realize your thoughts about Tae are no longer entirely chaste. You have a fondness for him that took a turn much too quickly. Surely you should keep these feelings prisoner inside your chest. To free them would free some part of you you’re not ready to let go yet. The loyal friend. The dutiful daughter. The good girl.

But another part of you is sick of these constructs. These parts of you that tied you down, repressing your desires, smothering your feelings. You could not figure out which side you should let win.

There was only one thing you knew for sure.

“I want you to stay, Tae.”

That’s all it took. With a gleeful expression he runs towards you as you reach out your arms to meet him.

You may not know what you will do next but at least you won’t have to decide alone.

#taehyung x reader #taehyung angst #taehyung fluff #taehyung smut #taehyung fanfic #taehyung imagine #lilo fics #la douleur exquise #i’m with queue

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the-rad-pineapple · 6 days

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in a bit of a writing slump, but here's a little sneak peak into the last chapter of la douleur exquise.

#la douleur exquise #radpineapple #hannibal #hannibal fanfic #hannibal fic #hannigram #hannigram fic #will graham #hannibal lecter #fanfiction #fanfic #slow burn #first kiss #pining #writing #fic writing #fanfic writing #ao3 #archive of our own

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maybethistimemegz · 11 months

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The exquisite pain of wanting someone so unattainable

#Sex and the City #sexandthecityedit #satcedit #Sarah Jessica Parker #Carrie Bradshaw #la douleur exquise #mine

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ombre-des-roses · 5 months

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Ce Noël aura été exceptionnel ✨

Je suis pleine de reconnaissance, apaisée, et surtout confiante ! Bordel, c'est bel et bien derrière moi tout ça. Mon cœur est en joie durant cette période, une première depuis des années 😌

#Mon neveu qui débarque cette semaine #Je ne travaille que deux jours avant 2024 #Mon loulou qui vit sa meilleure vie et qui aime son cadeau #La sensation que procure le bonheur est exquise #Je ne pourrai plus m'en passer

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b3h3ad3d-bol3yn · 8 months

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jamacia, they're trapped down in jamacia, they can't even japarty :(((

ITS SO UNFAIR!!!

#cody doesnt even say this line but whatever #geoff kinda sucks tho-#cody tdi #fortnite kid /hj #he does say “ermm exquise me??? i didnt quite catch that-” though #so we stan cody for that <3

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asexual-radio-demon · 4 months

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La douleur exquise: First Meeting

A/N I have no idea where I am going with this, it's just a snippet. I just had an idea and wanted to write it down. Maybe it will lead to a story, maybe not. Maybe it will be a series of snippets, maybe not. We'll see!!

Masterlist:

Bored, Amora looked at the little imp, who walked nervously in front of her and occasionally glanced over his shoulder, hoping she wouldn't notice.

Of course she did.

The heels of her shoes clacked hard on the smooth floor and echoed in the silence of the hallway, interrupted only occasionally by the panting breath or stumble of the smaller man in front of her. His tail twitched back and forth almost as nervously as his body trembled, and Amora was tempted to step on it just to make him stop.

However, she knew Asmodeus wouldn't be thrilled about that, so she let her gaze wander along the walls instead.

The furnishings looked just as bleak as the colorless floor and Amora was quickly becoming bored, even more bored than watching the imp trip over his own feet. The only object that was actually in this corridor were cameras. Loads of cameras that flashed at her and followed her even when she already had her back to them.

Amora may not have been from the Ring of Pride, and Asmodeus had done his best to keep her away from its technology for the most part, but she was not naïve. She knew she had been watched since she had entered the building, if not before. The real question was whether it was simply an employee who had been given the task, or someone with a higher position…

Her gaze fell on the man in front of her again and her mouth twisted slightly, causing her dusky pink eyes to flash a little harder when he next looked over at her, causing him to turn back with a yip and tap a little faster in front of her.

A chuckle escaped her and she tilted her head slightly. "Where exactly are you taking me again, Zack?" At the mention of his name, he flinched even more than when she had addressed him and she could hear him gulp all the way over to her.

"To…to the briefing room, where Mr. Vox will meet you."

Amora grimaced slightly at the thought of the Overlord, but remained silent. She already couldn't stand this place and although she had never met the television demon in person, there was already a bitter taste in her mouth.

He was involved with Valentino, one of the so-called Vees, and that alone was enough for her to take a negative attitude towards him. Fortunately, she had only met Valentino once before, but Asmodeus had told her enough about the Overlord to fire hatred in her.

In front of a large, gray double door, the Imp stopped, trembling, and looked up at her. "Here…here we are. If you need anything else… Let… Let me know." Zack didn't give her time to answer, scurrying down the hallway as fast as his little legs would carry him. Amora looked after him, amused, before shaking her head and turning towards the door. Those little ones were so easy to intimidate.

Her gaze slid back to the door and she reached out to push the doors open as they slid aside on their own.

Amora merely raised an eyebrow before stepping over the threshold, not waiting for another invitation.

The room was poorly lit, dim, the only light coming from the screens on the right wall and the window opposite her. It was empty, loveless and cold, which made Amora wrinkle her nose. She wasn't used to this kind of detachment from her surroundings. In the Lust Ring, in her home, Asmodeus had always made sure the walls had some color, there were decorations and tasteful lighting, so she and almost everyone else had felt comfortable, at least as far as they could in hell.

This room, however, made her want to get her business over with even faster than before. Maybe it was meant to create that effect, what did she know. She didn't feel the need to come here again.

She took long, slow steps towards the window, her skirt billowing around her legs. Tilting her head, she let her gaze wander and wrinkled her nose again. The Pride Ring might be Lucifer's domain, but it was a lot uglier than her ring. The red hurt her eyes and the fog that lay over the city didn't exactly add to its beauty.

Amora had always taken her home in the Lust Ring for granted, but looking at this sight and thinking of the things she had seen along the way, she was grateful not to have grown up here. While Asmodeus was far from the most powerful sin, some even called him the weakest and she disagreed, his ring was a lot more tolerable than this shithole.

"If I had known to expect you, Lady Amora, I would have welcomed you downstairs myself." The voice sounded behind her, but Amora neither flinched nor turned to face him, but instead smirked slightly. "Please, we're in the pride ring, no need to be modest, Vox." She turned around to look the Overlord in the face. Well, in the screen. Vox stood next to the table, a few meters behind her, keeping a safe distance, his arms crossed behind his back and a wide smile on his digital lips that may have seemed superficially polite, but she could see the annoyance and mockery in his eyes. "You knew you would meet me as soon as I entered the ring. From the moment I entered the building at the latest, you knew you were going to deal with me."

For a brief moment, his face glitched and his smile flickered before he tilted his head and let out a chuckle that didn't sound as benevolent as he probably would have liked. "You are clever, my lady." She rolled her eyes at the sycophancy and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I'll admit, I was surprised when I saw you. As far as I remember, I was supposed to be meeting with Asmodeus, not his secretary." Her smile slowly returned, spreading across her face, and with savoring, slow steps, she sauntered toward him. There was the venom in his voice, the snideness she had been waiting for.

Amused, she leaned forward so that her face was not far from his. "And from what I remember, he was supposed to be meeting the blasted moth, not his lapdog. Besides, it's pronounced 'daughter', or at least 'heiress', not secretary. Got that?" Sparks twitched between Vox's fingers and, pleased, she noticed his smile tighten, his eyes twitching. If she had been nothing more than an imp or a sinner, he would have already killed her for being two hours late. Amora could almost hear him swallowing his anger and turned her back on him to walk to the other side of the table, knowing full well that he wouldn't hurt her.

Even without the threat of being smitten by one of the seven sins should she be harmed, Amora was not to be underestimated. She was not as powerful as her father, but powerful enough to burn out the demon's internal hard drive. "Valentino couldn't make it, which is why I'm supposed to do the negotiating, but he sends his best regards," he gritted out reluctantly and Amora turned around in time to see him exchange his angry expression for a forced smile and laughed with a sneer. "'Cut the fucking act, Vox. We both know that son of a bitch has no manners and wishes I was choking on my drink more than anything else. I didn't come all the fucking way up here to listen to your bullshit."

She put her hands on the table and leaned over to him. By now his smile had disappeared completely and he was staring at her with a scowl. "We have something to talk about. And since Valentino isn't here, you're going to sit on your ass and listen without bugging me any more so we can get this crap over with as soon as possible, got it?"

#hazbin vox #La douleur exquise #vox x oc #vox hazbin hotel x oc #hazbin vox x oc #snippets #honestly #no idea if I will do something with this or not #but have fun with it anyway #hazbin hotel #helluva boss

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transparentgentlemenmarker · 9 months

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Ce n’est pas la douleur dont j’ai peur, je la connais. Ce qui me fait peur, c’est la fin de ce petit et doux rêve. Stephen King

#la douleur exquise #la douleur

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poetrybyonur · 1 year

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As much as feeling unreciprocated love can be excruciating, it is also not at all easy being on the receiving end of unrequited love. When someone you are fond of just as a friend falls in love with you, it can make the friendship complicated and even uncomfortable.

A piece I wrote in 2018 on the theme of unrequited love, that I decided to redo on an image.

#poets on tumblr #love quotes #love poetry #romantic poetry #love poem #onurtaskiran poetry #romantic writer #gentleman poet #poets and writers #love #unrequited love #la douleur exquise #unreciprocated love #awkward #only friends #i don’t love you #i’m not in love #empath life #infj gentleman

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madame-mesdames · 11 months

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me détestez-vous, ma chère soeur / ты ненавидишь меня, дорогая сестра? ty nenavidish' menya, dorogaya sestra?

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"Ayeshah, would you like to accompany me?" she invites, yet her words carry no hint of genuine inquiry; instead, her eyes brim with deceit, her smile wide with artifice, and her tone delivered an unsettling chill. "Come here," she commands, her mischievous smile belying her true intentions.

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We traverse the labyrinthine forest, venturing forth through great lengths, as an opaque veil of mist envelops our surroundings. My garments cling damply to my body, and moisture clings to my hair. The murmurs of unseen creatures echo, while the watchful eyes of towering trees track our every move. "Let us proceed a little further," she urges, beckoning me beyond the bounds of the mansion, far from my sanctuary's protective embrace. With each step I take in the company of my father's connubial choice, the very air grows thinner, taut with trepidation.

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Dusk stubbornly clings to the night, unwilling to relinquish its hold, as the temperature plummets to unprecedented depths. I have never ventured this far from the comforts of my home, especially not at such a late hour. The biting cold pricks at my pallid skin, exacerbating the discomfort of my damp attire. Fear grips me tightly, for I dread succumbing to the imminent threat of freezing. How much farther must we tread upon this path? To what extent shall we journey? I can no longer discern the origin of our trail or the destination that awaits us. How shall we find our way back?

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"My lady, what do you clutch within your grasp?" I dare not voice my concerns aloud on this frigid night, for we are alone, far removed from prying eyes. The woman I am trapped with, the woman who harbors disdain for my existence, reveals a concealed axe from a band encircling her thigh. As my eyes fall upon the gleaming blade, a surge of electricity courses through my spine. —Safety has eluded me, for it never truly existed from the moment I found myself alone in her company; my life has been steadily ticking away its final moments. "I beseech you, Lady Sylvia, let us retrace our steps," I implore, concealing my growing suspicion and terror behind a wavering voice.

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"Do you harbor fear towards me, Ayeshah?" she inquires, her question's answer already known. Indeed, I am beset by terror! Inwardly, I plea for those words, as my weakened knees succumb to the ground, fervently praying for our return. "Do I perceive trembling in you, Ayeshah?" The night is mercilessly frigid, the air thin and suffocating, while my heart pounds within my chest, a desperate battle for breath in the face of mounting unease. I can no longer discern her subsequent remarks, as my waning respiratory affliction drowns out all sound. I realize I must answer as she wishes, in a desperate bid to increase my chances of returning home alive. Tears stream down my cheeks, unable to stem the tide of cold that permeates my trembling form. My vision blurs with the surroundings, yet from my prostrate position, I perceive Lady Sylvia tightening her grip on the axe. "I implore you, please, let me go home." I cry, gasping for air, my hands clutching at the hem of her dress, clinging to life itself—sister, I am paralyzed by fear. Alas, I fear I shall never return home.

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"Ayeshah, do you hate me?" Her decapitated body limps, her lifeless eyes wonder. —Were you not there, dear sister? Some may argue that a twin's perception is scarcely reliable. However, your presence was palpable, a familiar sensation flickering as Lady Sylvia and I delved deeper into the enigmatic depths of the woods. A pair of eyes, a set of footsteps seemed to shadow my every move. Amidst our woodland sojourn, the branches of the trees offered solace, resembling outstretched arms beckoning me to return. Yet curiously, those hands never extended to save me. Tell me, sister, do you truly despise me? Is that why you concealed yourself behind that tree, silently witnessing my brutal demise?

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#penned by exquise #exquise & mori #Ayeshah's Secret #aisha

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