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Hi Love.

I'm not sure if I made it, if not, I'll post this request another time.

I would like to request a second part to sorceress reader.

Six months have passed since the events of the first episode. The reader and Daemon spend time together away from King's Landing, traveling from Westeros to Essos. The woman's dragon grows surprisingly fast, which delight the couple, as well as disturb the king's hand, who still warns Viserys of his brother's mistress, convincing the council that thanks to her, Daemon will tear the throne from Rhaenyra's father hands.

At the same time, the king's son and his wife are dying (I think Aemma could have committed suicide out of emotional exhaustion). The princess is proclaimed heir to the throne and Viserys chooses Alicent as his wife.

The reader, hearing this, decides to get closer to the teenager, becoming an older sister for her, and even a surrogate mother, and surprisingly cares for her without profit. She confesses to Daemon that they have to hold her close so they will enter even deeper into the favors of the king, who respects the reader's opinion for her magical skills and loves his daughter.

I imagine that when she confesses her intentions to him, the man is charmed by her, wondering what he has done to deserve a woman as devoted and loyal as she is.

The reader confesses that all she wanted in her life was to be important to someone and Daemon was the only one who noticed her in a way that she wanted to be noticed and loved her, so she wants to give him everything his heart desire.

Hearing this, Targaryen makes sweet and intimate love with her, during which the woman confesses that she is expecting a child, his child.

And well I already have part 3 for this ❤

AN: Hi, I hope you like this xxx

Caraxes seemed to be in a mood. His neediness for attention was split between you and the new dragon. But you had been softening him up with treats and between you and him; the dragon might have a little crush on your own. You patted his side and softly cooed at him. He really was a big teddy; just like Daemon.

“Good. Such a good boy.” You hummed and stroked his snout. You heard commotion behind you as your golden girl landed not so gracefully. You kept your giggles to yourself. She was quite a shy but feisty creature. “Hey lovely.” You whispered to her and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.

“I think you love the dragons more than me.” Daemon complained as he sauntered over to you with that confidence that had you shivering. “Oh, I could never.” You whispered; a smirk tugging on your lips at your needy Prince. You opened your arms and engulfed him into a hug as you burrowed into his neck.

Your hands moved up and down his back as you stayed in his embrace for a moment longer. “Is there any news?” You took his hand as you asked; gently playing with his fingers for a moment. “The Queen is dead.” Your eyes widened at the news; you hadn’t expected her to die so soon. Your confusion must have been easy to read.

“She killed herself.” Daemon announced. You could only smile sadly; it would be coming either way. At least the Queen had a choice in the end. “I’m sorry.” You whispered; knowing he held no animosity towards the Queen. A beat of silence moved past you both as you settled your head on his chest.

“That’s not all.” Your Prince whispered and softly moved his fingers through your locks for a moment. “The baby is dying too.” Daemon whispered and this news didn’t shock you. “He wasn’t going to last long.” You gently tried to comfort him whilst bringing his hand up to your lips and kissing them.

Daemon hummed and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head whilst you tightened your hold on him. “I see your dragon is a troublemaker.” He whispered into your ear as you turned to look over your shoulder. She had moved to Caraxes and began to cheekily bother him. Nudging into his side as he tried to rest.

“She reminds me of you.” Daemon hummed as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. You playfully slapped his chest as you giggled out; there wasn’t much you could disagree with that. “Hmm, you are more needy than I am.” You couldn’t help but tease your dragon.

He didn’t deny this and leaned in for a soft, sensual kiss that had your arms looping around his neck. Your fingers moved into his locks once more as you deepened the kiss. Your soft breasts brushing against him. His hand moved down to grab at your arse; bringing you impossibly closer.

Your hands moved down his chest and you were so close to placing your hand down to cup his hardening cock. “My Prince..Lady Y/N.” A voice from one of the guards interrupted the heavy petting. Daemon nearly growled and you only giggled into his ear before you leaned away and stepped to the side.

“The Princess has been named heir.” The guard spoke and your fingers gently moved to his and offered comfort. He didn’t have anything to worry; not with you by his side. Not that Daemon knew that yet. But the time would come where you would tell your husband everything he desired.

“Has she?” Daemon hummed and fought against his annoyance as he remembered that he loved his niece. “The King has requested your presence. Both of you.” The guard continued before bowing to you both. You hummed and stroked Daemon’s back. “It’s lucky we came when we did.” You purred.

“It is.” Daemon whispered and pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll go to the King.” The Prince announced. You looked up at him as he leaned in to capture your soft lips. “I’ll see to the Princess.” You hummed and deepened the kiss if only for a moment as you cheekily nibbled on his bottom lip.

The Prince leaned in and pecked your lips again and again before you giggled. You gently pushed him away. He only chuckled before clasping his hands behind his back and making his way to the palace. You knew where the Princess was; your eyes flashing gold for a moment as you saw her through a crow flying above her head.

“I just feel so sad all the time.” Rhaenyra whispered. Her eyes filled with tears as she rested her head on your lap. “Shh, you won’t be sad forever.” You whispered down to her. Your fingers stroked her cheek. The Princess could only smile sadly and lean into your touch. She had missed a mothering feel for so long now.

“And I have you.” The Princess hummed; her smile only widening now as you returned it. “Always.” You promised. As the moments passed on you realised the manipulation you had begun with had disappeared into genuine care for the Princess. “You can always come to me and Daemon.” You whispered down to her.

“Thank you.” Rhaenyra whispered and you watched her eyes flutter shut. Sleepiness moving over her that you might have pushed along with a whisper of an incantation. But you meant her no harm. She just needed her sleep, you thought to yourself and softly hummed a lullaby to the Princess.

You had your back to Viserys and Daemon as they watched from the viewing platform but you could feel their presence.

“You are a lucky man, Daemon.” Viserys whispered as he played with the wedding ring he still wore. The Prince smiled as happiness moved through him at the sight. “I know.” He hummed proudly. “I don’t know what I would do without her.” The Prince admitted and Viserys could only softly smile.

Even as his eyes burned with envy.

The day had been long as you sat with the Princess until she was feeling as best as she could be. She had thanked you and hoped to see you soon and you promised her once more that she would. “What are you thinking about?” Daemon whispered into your ear as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your middle.

“Hmm, our future.” You purred, leaning back into him as his hands slowly moved up your body and he tugged the see through robe from her. A soft gasp escaped you as it kept you bare; your soft nipples pebbling as the breeze moved past you both. “Oh?” Daemon whispered in intrigue before placing a soft kiss on your neck.

“We should stay here.” You whispered and a soft look of confusion came over Daemon’s face as you turned to face him. “Why?” The Prince whispered and softly took your hands in his and moved you both onto the bed. “Because we are needed. We can keep in the inner circle here until it’s time.” You whispered up at him as he crawled over you.

“Time for what?” Daemon hummed, those bright eyes of his locked onto you. “For your time on the throne.” His violet eyes widened and you used the distraction to lean and capture his soft lips. You leaned away and your thumb moved over his bottom lip for a moment. “Why? Why are you doing this?”

“Because you are the only person who has ever made me feel important. Feel complete. “ You babbled out. “I love you.” You whispered to him as Daemon completely melted for you. “I love you too.” You moaned when he slowly filled you. His hard cock as ever reaching all your spots of pleasure.

Your hand moved down his chest once more as your head fell back in pleasure. “I love you.” He repeated in your ear again and again. Your legs wrapped around his waist and kept him close as his thrusts pleasured you. The news of what you were about to tell him only had you humming happily.

“I’m with child.” You whispered into his ear. His eyes flashed open and locked onto you. “You are?” He whispered; happiness shining in his eyes. You nodded with a sweet smile coming over your face as he leaned in and passionately captured your soft lips once more. His happiness threatened to bubble over.

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wistfulstarling · 26 days

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Devils Night By Penelope Douglas

My thoughts on the devils night series

Trigger warnings: All tws from DN series, sa mention, grooming mention, this is not a positive post. Note: Credits to @pro-logue-epi-logue for giving me the motivation to write this (girl I was about to write a whole essay in your comments) this is the first and last time I talk about this series because I swear it gives me a headache. Also, i think there might be too many heart emotes here (╥‸╥)

So, i read the DN series a while back (all the damon-winter content had me hooked and they, at least, did not disappiont but more on that later). This series was not what i expected for one, and for two i literally did not expect it to be a series at all. My opinion is probably biased based on my liked and disliked characters, if you disagree, scroll.

I'm dividing this into two different sections, the books and the characters because as a writer myself, (and someone who has analyze and review books thoroughly as her 2024 goal) i think the two deserve to be viewed separately as much as they do together. This is by no means meant to hate PD this is again just my personal thoughts on the series.

Also, I read this series some time ago, so my memory isn't very fresh. Feel free to correct me (gently).

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ THE BOOKS ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

ღ Corrupt [Erika Fane and Micheal Crist]

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Three stars for the first book in the series. Why? Well, to be honest, it was boring.

I think, while the book was boring, it held potential. Everything was setup nicely, and I feel like everything went just downhill from here.

Rika, at least in this book, was an okay character to me. She was a lost girl (understandably so), she wanted to live a little, get into trouble (like every highschooler in a piece of media not written by a highschooler). Even her obsession with Micheal was understandable. The plot was nice, it was mysterious, kept me hooked and didn't bore me (too much). The pace was a bit slow for my taste but by the end of the book i knew why it was slow and i enjoyed it.

The writing left a bit to be desired, but i think that that's just a me problem. I like a very certain kind of writing style which involvles a lot of deep thought from the characters and a lot of internal monologues (this style gets executed flawlessly by Trisha Wolfe, in my opinion) but I understand that characters from devil's night (at least Rika and Micheal) aren't people who'd have that kind of thought process.

Overall the book set a pretty good stage for the rest of the story to unfold. Rika felt relatable, Micheal was okay (a little dumb but he's not the brains of the group) unless of course we mention the grooming but we'll do that at a later time.

My only complain was that, in the begining the book felt very confusing but again, that might've just been me. I loved the aesthetic the story was promising and the atmosphere built by the story telling was mesmerising and immersive.

ღ Hideaway (Kai Mori and MOTHER Nikova Banks)

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Banks carried the book on her back, I said what I said and I will not be taking it back.

Anyway, so three for this book too because this book had potential but it was ruined by PD's favoritism for Erika. Listen, I understand self insert characters and even I have some in my stories and I love them more than life itself but I don't think Penelope accomplished what she wanted by shoving Rika down everone's throats.

The writing and pacing was all over the place. Rika was in scenes that had nothing to do with her and overall i think PD jumped too fast to some scenes and took way too long for some others.

The book would've been so much better if PD's editors or beta readers would've helped with the pacing. As an author myself, i understand how hard it is to not include your favriote baes in everything but that's why we have editors. So, this one I'm not holding onto to PD enitrely. (Despite the injustice Banks was done.)

ღ Kill-Switch (Damon Torrance and Winter Ashby)

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Boring ahh, virtually no plot whatsoever, my girl winter was done so dirty and overshadowed by Erika and Damon throught the entire of the book. #SoftWomenCanBeJustAsBadassAsTheCunningOnes.

This, ugh, I can't figure out if i want to put this in the books or characters. But god help me, the idea of feminism is flawed asf with this book is not great. Now, I don't know whether that idea came from PD or the fandom, but characters like Winter and Emory are constantly overshadowed by either 1. The men in their lives or 2. The other "badass" female characters (Alex and Rika, I'm so pissed because I wish I could add Banks here but my girl barely gets any screentime)

Overall, it was just Damon and Winter's love story before getting into the finally book. Not too much to say about it. I already said what I had to about the actual main character being overshadowed by Rika who, surprise, is not supposed to be the FMC of this particular book.

ღ Nightfall (Will Grayson and Emory Scott)

Warning: My opinion is going to be biased asf here because I'm someone who suffered physical abuse as a child.

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One star because in this book there was only 1 star, that was the star of the show, Emmy.

I'm kidding. Two stars because, yeah. This book held a lot of potential but I think either PD just doesn't work well with series or she was rushed to do this because all the potentiometer went into a fiery drain.

Actually most of everything was okay. PD could've solved the plot very easily by making Will's plan succeed but the moment Alex popped out of her little hiding spot, I cringed. So hard. (Cue me trying to keep my emotions in check while writing this)

This wasn't Alex's book and she shouldn't have been there. And I felt so SO bad for Emory throughout the entire book. I liked past Will but present Will irked me to no extent. It's like PD saw the vision of the character arc of "sunshine gone dark" but she kind of missed.

As someone who suffered emotional and physical abuse, this book was slightly triggering (grrh, Alex) but overall two stars.

One for not messing up Emmy's character and two for building good character relationships with Emmy and her two sidekicks in the story. (I forgot their name I'm sorry, Rory and Micah? Or something similar?)

The plot, the pacing, the resolving. Everything left me wanting more. It just wasn't right.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ THE CHARACTERS ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Going to try and summarise my thoughts on them with as little words as possible so I don't ramble

ღ Erika (3/5)

She was understandable at first, she could've been a great example of someone who's kind, empathetic but still can be strict when necessary but the writing of the books failed her. I can understand why she turned the way she did at the end of her arc (Micheal literally groomed her and felt insecure when he couldn't control her anymore) but I think she's a strong character despite being annoying most of the time. I like that she looked out for the girls (a little bit, before the writing failed her and she turned into a pseudo feminist pick me who thrives from male validation) Deserves to break away from Michael's grooming and become her own person.

ღ Micheal (3/5)

Boring, boring, boring. Groomer. His personality got more drained the more the books went on. Manchild.

ღ Banks (5.5/5)

One of the only two people with brains. Literal the strongest character in the series. Can't relate to her but I wish I could. She survived so much. Kai doesn't deserve her. Someone needs to make her happy, like actually. She deserved so much better than what she got.

ღ Kai (4/5)

Boring but not as boring as Micheal. Has a personality, ig. Has (some) braincells. (Thank God the asain genes didn't fail) He should've listened to what Banks went through. Does not behave like a very healthy partner from what we've read.

ღ Winter (5/5)

My baby. She deserved so much better. Underrated opinion, she's actually so strong. Takes everything life throws at her with a smile. The sweetest badass ever. I will defend her with my life.

ღ Damon (5/5)

My baby (derogatory). I'll protect him with my life but I'll punch him first. Actually probably the only guy with actual brain and the only one who wouldn't cheat on his wife, given the absolute chance (imo). Manchild (affectionate). I love to hate him and hate to love him. Call me Winter cuz I'm blind to his red flags.

ღ Emory (She's so amazing she broke my scale and I swear I can treat her better than Will)

Screaming, crying, throwing Alex against a WALL for what she did to my baby. She's so me. I understand her. She deserved better than Will but I'm glad she gets to be happy at least.

ღ Will (3/5)

He treated Emory horribly but past Will was the cutest sunshine ever. He deserved better. Manchild (derogatory). Idiot (derogatory). I'll fight him (affectionate).

[Not going to give it for Alex or Aydin becuz they're not main characters but Alex gets negative seventeen out of five because she's a bitch (no, not a bad bitch. Just a pick me bitch who told a recovering alcoholic she preferred him drunk) <33]

#I'm actually scared to tag this #what if the fandom comes after me 😭#fuck it we ball.#readingrn #Yashi reviews a book #ALSO I'M SO SORRY IF THERE ARE GRAMMAR OR SPELLING MISTAKES ENGLISH ISN'T MY FIRST LANGUAGE AND I WROTE THIS IS RECORD TIMING

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tragedybunny · 2 years

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Wise Men Say, Only Fools Rush In - Chapter 5 - Let's Go Crazy

❤ Hello lovelies. I'm still working on this as you can see. Slowly but surely. I hope you enjoy. Sorry it takes so long.

Katarina Du Couteau desires only one thing in life, to make her own destiny beyond her family's legacy and manipulations. To that end, she accepts a job with Noxus Holdings, working under CEO Jericho Swain. It isn't long though before she finds herself challenged in ways she never expected and making choices that will alter her life forever.

The diner smelled like grease, fried eggs, and strong coffee, the perfect cure for a hangover from hell. Throwing on yoga pants and a t-shirt, I’d grabbed a Basilift and headed there after we’d negotiated where to meet. It was a tense few texts but eventually, we reached an agreement that we both wanted to talk it out. My stomach flip-flopped and the blazing sun outside made my eyes burn. Sunglasses still firmly in place, I followed the waitress to a corner booth and ordered a coffee while I waited for Garen. The menu promised me all sorts of glorious delights from fried potatoes to pancakes to giant omelettes. I did decide against ordering what was a very tempting looking Bloody Mary.

When Garen finally slid into the booth across from me several minutes later, I pulled the glasses off and set them aside to look at him. “Hi.” His brow was furrowed and his blue eyes were stormy.

“Hi.” I shot back just in time for the waitress to show up with the coffee pot. Bless her. I stared at him over the brim of my newly filled mug trying to understand what exactly I felt. “So.”

“Kat.” He exhaled, a sound full of frustration. “Look, I know I wasn’t completely in the right last night, but we both had a hand in things.”

“No. No way you’re laying this on me. You stormed out on a perfectly decent evening.” Anger, that’s what I was feeling. “You absolutely embarrassed me last night.”

“Oh, it’s all my fault? You’ve been pushing me away and I’m supposed to just be calm while you eye-fuck the CEO and your slimy coworkers cheer?” He snapped.

I gasped in shock, he’d never shown me an aggressive side before this. My mind whispered that maybe this was exactly what I deserved. I suppressed it and hid behind my indignation. “That is not what happened! You’re just upset I’m not doing what you want, you’re trying to control me like my family.”

“Enough Kat.” he stood abruptly as faces from all around turned to stare at us. “Clearly now’s not a good time to talk about this.

“Clearly” I gazed out the window, rage receding into heart-rending sadness.

“I’ll call.” Silence was the only response I had for him, continuing to stare out into the busy street. I heard him walk away just in time for the waitress to reappear.

I ordered a massive omelette to console my gurgling stomach and aching heart. It arrived quickly enough with a sympathetic look from the waitress that I could have done without. Eating in solitude, I scrolled my socials a bit and told myself everything was fine.

After paying and leaving a rather generous tip of hush money, I caught another Basilift back home and shambled up the stairs to my apartment. I wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep and pretend this was all a bad dream. That probably wasn’t going to happen though, and neither was kick-boxing. I was in no mood to get tossed for excessive force again. Instead, I drifted in listless, empty hours.

Morning had passed into afternoon and I paced my apartment looking for anything to occupy my mind. All I found was my own continued seething and moving pictures of the two of us out of my sight. My phone buzzed and I leaped on it, eager for the distraction or another chance to fight this out.

Talon’s signature unreadable expression greeted me along with his message. “Hey Sis. So you left the practice and now you’re too good for us? Cassie told me to write that.”

A small pulse of shame made me forget my other situation for the moment. I hadn’t thought about them much at all as I tried to navigate this new way of life. But it wasn’t the first time we had gone without speaking for a while. I had to laugh too though, the statement was absolutely typical Cassie. “Sorry, it’s been hectic.” No time like the present though, and I did still need a distraction. “Want to meet up? The Hidden Shroom, get some tapas.”

“Cassie just rolled her eyes, so yeah, I guess.” Sounded like she would be real fun tonight.

“Give me two hours.” I needed to shower and get something decent to wear. There was no way I was going to show any weakness in front of Cassie.

The Hidden Shroom was a trendy tapas and craft cocktails place in the heart of downtown Valoran City. They say that KD/A ate there after their last show in town. Usually, it’s a pretty exclusive spot that’s a nightmare to get into, but Cassie had her fangs pretty deep into the owner, so the bouncer just waved me in with an impatient look as I skipped the line and darted through the door.

The two of them were at a booth on the second floor, away from the thrumming dance floor and hectic bar on the ground level, already one drink in. I slid in next to Talon, consciously choosing to face Cassie instead of sharing the space with her. “Well, it looks like you haven’t fallen apart completely at least.” Cassie needled and I forgot for a second that they didn’t know. No one did. It only took a moment for me to decide to keep it that way.

“Jealous I’ve got the less stressful gig?” I smirked, happy to trade barbs that were mostly meaningless to me at this point.

“Whatever.” She looked back down at the menu.

A waiter carrying a single glass who looked like the type that was ‘being a server until his acting career took off” arrived. They’d taken the liberty of getting me a drink as well, a strange but pleasant surprise. Haplessly he flirted with Cassie a bit while taking our orders. Poor thing didn’t realize that was probably the only tip he’d get from her tonight.

Sitting next to me, Talon was as quiet as usual. “Thanks for the invite.” I prodded.

For a second, he gave me a teasing grin. “It’s been a minute since you thought of us, huh?”

“Sorry again.” Even if Cassie vehemently denied wanting me around we were…used to a certain dynamic, a routine between the three of us. “So what’s the latest?”

“They’re fighting more than ever.” Cassie replied dryly before Talon could open his mouth.

I shrugged. I knew she wanted to bait me out and blame me, but I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. Our parents’ relationship was a mess of their own making. “That’s what they do. Didn’t I hear that case of your’s got thrown out?” They’d been working together, big client, facing a disastrous lawsuit. They’d managed to have the whole thing scuttled.

That got a triumphant smile from across the table. “All my brilliant work. Father was so proud.”

Next to me, Talon huffed, but I elbowed him slightly and let her carry on. Once she’d been able to brag long enough she’d be easier to handle. Sure enough, after a few minutes of talking about all the documents she’d managed to get excluded to the point where the plaintiff had nothing left, she wore herself down and he took advantage to cut in. “And that’s that. How are things with you? Surviving the notorious Mr. Swain?”

My brain scrambled at the thought of him and I shook my head to chase the feeling away. “Yeah, it’s not bad. He’s tough, but I seem to know what he wants.” Cringing, I felt my cheeks turn pink at my phrasing. What the hell was wrong with me?

“And how's Garen?” Cassie asked with poisoned sweetness as she lifted her martini glass. She had never been his biggest fan.

“Great, got in the city softball league. We’re making some big plans.” The half-truths were easier to disguise than a lie, and I couldn’t give them the real truth just yet. Maybe I just wasn’t ready for her gloating. And it wasn’t like we were really broken up. At least I wasn’t sure we were. It was none of her business anyway.

A fake gagging noise was the response I received and I rolled my eyes in return. “That’s really…nice.” Talon, as usual, tried to walk the middle road between us.

I sighed, letting my exasperation get the better of me. “You know what, let’s get another round and bring this down a notch.”

“Mmhmm, I’ll pay. I know you’ve got it rough with rent and all.” Her voice was full of fake sympathy.

I chucked a neatly rolled napkin at her and laughed when it made contact. Next to me Talon gracefully looked away and pretended to see nothing. “Sounds good, I’m happy to accept your charity.”

For the next couple of hours, we ate, and drank, and snipped, and complained, and laughed. It was odd, almost like how you’d imagine a normal family could behave. I really had done the right thing by leaving, the distance was good for us. When we were ready to go, Talon enthusiastically hugged me and Cassie gave me a half-hearted side squeeze. “That’s enough, let’s not get all syrupy.” She admonished, pulling away quickly.

“Right.” I gave them one last look as we all headed for the door. “I’ll see you two around. We should do this again soon.”

Talon nodded but Cassie was already checking her phone. Too good to last I guess. The mixed emotions plagued me all the way home. I settled in for a night of trashy TV and thought hard about the bottle of wine in my pantry before deciding against it. I needed to be back on top of my game for Monday. There was no telling what would be the next project I was assigned.

Turning on one of my secret little faves, teams of five random people have to battle it out in an arena with armor pads and foam weapons. They have the best arguments and breakdowns, no team ever gets along. It served as a fair enough distraction, but as soon as I turned it off and had to face silence again, I thought of him. Anger and sadness both threatened to overwhelm me.

I unlocked my phone and thought for a long minute about what to say. Nothing came though. Despite my roiling emotions, I couldn't bring myself to own any part of that incident. I closed the app and dumped it in my pocket before heading to bed. Tomorrow, I promised myself, I would deal with this tomorrow. The time would give me clarity. Finally, before settling in for the night, I put my engagement ring in a box on my dresser.

Monday came and with it, as I predicted, another task and contrary to my promise, no conversation with Garen. This one was much less intense, simply reviewing some employee conduct policies for legality. “Nothing earth-shattering, but I trust you to get it done efficiently.” Mr. Swain had said, passing me the now familiar binder. Something was off though, his signature intensity was lacking. I was a little bewildered by how to respond to the much less formidable man sitting across the desk from me. Was it all a ruse to test new employees or had he seen some failing in me and decided to write me off? Fingers brushed against mine leaving a trail of warmth. “We will…touch base later this week.” He looked away, all attention suddenly on his monitor. “That will be all for now.”

The odd interaction was only added to my growing agitation. I dove headfirst into the new assignment rather than risk failure, if indeed his view of me was shifting. It was also my way of giving myself an excuse to put off the other pressing matter in my life. For the next few days, Garen and I still didn’t physically speak at all, instead exchanging terse texts that danced around the issue. By Thursday night I felt as though I’d run a marathon, my body worn down with exhaustion by the mental load. Finally pulling out the pantry wine , I fought tears and lost myself in another crappy show. With all my focus, including some nights at home to give me something else to think about, I’d finished reviewing the new policies that morning. On top of everything else, my day had ended with a meeting with Samira that was as joyful as ever. We’d exchanged tense barbs as we discussed how we were going to distribute work amongst our team members. Alyssa was still high on my list as dependable and she was friendly with me despite Samira, something I couldn’t say for the rest of the team. Somehow this had become our responsibility, Mr. Swain declaring it without Darius’s input, much to his clear annoyance. I’d given up trying to figure out what any of this meant at this point. We’d ended in another near shouting match over some slight I couldn’t quite recall.

Halfway through the bottle of wine, I realized I couldn’t do it again tomorrow. I was on a treadmill running myself ragged and I needed to get off, even if it left me with guilt and anxiety. My Father would’ve been livid at the notion of me taking a “mental health” day. Decision made, I sent Darius a quick text before I could waffle on it, apologizing and claiming to be slightly under the weather. Of course, he didn’t mind, Darius was the sane, firm but fair, mirror to Mr. Swain’s demanding harshness. I wondered how they’d ended up working so closely together given how opposite they seemed. Maybe he was selected in a conscious attempt at balance.

With that task accomplished, I went back to my wine, letting go and ignoring the voice whispering that I really should call Garen. With my alarm turned off, I slept hours late that morning, my body trying to recover its sense of well-being. Something close to peace washed over me as I drank my morning coffee, once I finally made it out of bed. Today I wouldn’t worry about Garen, work, or anything. I was going to think of myself only. After that, I’d figure out what came next and what I really wanted to do.

With that in mind, I slipped on some comfortable clothes and spent my morning with a good book before heading out on an excursion for a few new outfits and accessories. My look needed updating, another way to step away from the family business. As I returned home and put away my acquisitions, I felt my stomach rumble. It reminded me I’d eaten nothing but granola bars that morning. But in the spirit of self-care, I knew just what wanted, and it was only a couple of blocks away.

Between the towering apartment buildings in my neighborhood, and on some of the ground floors of them, were little shops and restaurants, with the odd food truck pulled over to service the crowds on these pleasant afternoons. The scent of fresh fried chicken wafted down the street as I meandered toward my destination, Birdio’s. The small takeaway joint was a hidden gem specializing in chicken any way you could want it, sandwiches, wings, and of course buckets of fried goodness. The beer in my fridge and a lot of greasy delectableness seemed to be the best way to end the day. I stepped into a line that stretched out the door and onto the sidewalk, a crowd already having taken up the small inside space. The sun warmed the concrete and I gloried in it. This really was the best idea I’d had in a long time and I was starting to feel strangely at peace. I could even start to contemplate working things out with Garen, finally admitting to myself how much I’d missed that steadfast presence over the last few days. The line inched forward and I pulled out my phone. “Hey, I miss you. Let’s meet and talk tomorrow. Come over in the morning?”

My heart thudded a little bit as I waited for a response. It didn’t take long though for a ding from my phone to end my anticipation. “Sure, but let’s be ready to really talk it out.”

No accusing, no passive aggressiveness, this was as good a place to start as any. Everything was falling into place and it felt as though the universe was on my side for once. And I was almost at the front door of Birdio’s, the heavenly smells now almost tangible.

“Ms. Du Couteau, you seem to be feeling better.” Never before had I wanted to sink into the ground and disappear as much as right then, hearing that familiar, dark voice behind me.

With horror, I turned to face him. “I…I guess I am. It was more of a headache actually.”

“Hmm, really. I thought it was some sort of mild cold Darius had said. Curious.” His expression was unreadable as he stared at me.

“Well…” I went quiet, there was no way I was going to not be fired.

After an excruciating moment of silence, he spoke again. “Relax Ms. Du Couteau, I will keep your little secret out of any official record.” A devilish smile spread across his face and I breathed a sigh of relief. “If.”

“If?” A new anxiety took over as I tensely awaited what terms he could offer.

“You let me join you in your spot in line.” He gestured to the enormous crowd that had gathered behind me by this point.

I forced myself to speak, realizing the immensity of him letting this pass. Part of me wanted to ask why, but questioning it didn’t seem wise. “Yeah, sure.” I stepped back slightly, leaving a gap for him to step into.

Instead, he stayed at a distance, studying me. He was clearly fresh from the office, suit jacket and tie absent and his shirt sleeves rolled up, allowing his prosthetic arm to glint in the late afternoon sun. “I was only joking with you Ms. Du Couteau. Use of employee personal time is entirely up to your discretion. I see I’ve made you uncomfortable though. Let me buy you dinner to make up for it.”

At this rate, he was probably thinking he'd be getting my notice on Monday. I mentally kicked myself knowing I looked like an emotional child. "You don't have to, it's fine." I added what I hoped was a convincing smile

"I insist. I'll even give you a lift back." He seemed genuinely penitent for the joke gone wrong.

"On the motorcycle?" I gave him a skeptical look.

"Would you expect anything less?" He smiled back at me and it was the most genuine one I'd ever seen from him. My mind reeled and my throat tightened.

"Fine, I accept.” He slid in line in front of me just as we were able to cross the threshold.

The smell of deep-fried delicious enveloped us as soon as we were inside. The chaos, cacophony, and scorching heat, together with the scent made me almost forget about the awkwardness between us. An ill-advised amount of chicken and fries were ordered and I thought of the Everfrost ale waiting in my fridge, the perfect accompaniment. Mr. Swain paid as promised and stepping to the side, we waited for our food

The silence that settled between us seemed strained despite no real hard feelings about earlier. "Sooooo, come here often?" I instantly regretted how cliche it sounded and nervously ran a hand through my hair.

"Not as much as I would like, I tend to be at the office late." He seemed almost like he was admitting some secret sin. As though it wasn't well known he was essentially always there.

"And yet today you're here. You must have sensed an employee being dishonest since you seem to know everything anyway." I needled him but it was fair play for earlier.

"I can still have you terminated you know. " He shot back without hesitating.

"Well let me know then so I don't bother coming in on Monday." The order was up and our little verbal sparring match was cut short. The thrill of it remained with me as we collected our prize and pushed back out into the late afternoon sun. Mr. Swain led the way to what was thankfully not actually his motorcycle but a decidedly expensive SUV.

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God." I mumbled before I could think better of it.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure I have it the next time." That wicked grin was back and I rolled my eyes. "You can learn to love it Ms. ... hmm that seems terribly formal out here. would you mind if I just called you Katerina?"

The air rushed from my lungs at the sound of my name spoken by that lustrous voice. "You can just call me Kat. Everyone does." I hurried to load the food in the back of the SUV and get seated. For some reason, I found the weight of his stare unbearable.

He climbed into the seat next to me. "Kat." It was as though he were growing used to the sound of it.

"Jericho." I answered back, if this was how it was might as well make it even.

Something indistinguishable passed over his features and he began to drive. It was only a few blocks to Bastion Towers and it flew by. The car halted in the unloading area but I hesitated before getting out. "You live alone? "

"I do." There was a note of suspicion in his voice.

A notion overtook me. It didn't seem right somehow, just walking away and leaving him by himself after he had paid for everything, even if he had tormented me earlier. "Would you want to come up and have dinner together?" Hell, why not? Today was already weird enough, might as well continue with it.

"That is very kind, but you are in no way obligated." I noticed he didn't look away from the windshield.

"I wasn't thinking of it like that." I was but it didn't feel like the whole truth of it. I stood there awkwardly for a second, fingers entwining with one another to give my hands something to do. "It just might be nice to have a little company."

His neutral expression faltered. "I suppose that does sound nice." It felt like a victory. "Let me park and I'll head up to your place.”

Did I leave it a mess? I panicked for a moment but it was too late to change anything now. "Number 2019," I added, exiting and grabbing the food from the back seat.

After hurrying to the elevator, I ran to my door as soon as it released me. Glancing around between the kitchen and living room I was satisfied it wasn't a total disaster and quickly put the throw blanket I'd been hiding under earlier on the back of the couch. The sight of the dining table haunted me. I hadn't really thought this through. Sitting together there felt too formal. “Like a date,” my mind accused and I ignored it, instead turning to the coffee table. Beer and a little background noise on the TV would make things just casual enough. Another thing I hadn’t thought of, what could he be reading into this? That was ridiculous though, there was no way he can mistake this, or would even want to.

The knocking at the door broke me out of my thoughts and I answered it, utterly unprepared still for this whole mess I'd started. "Hey." Brilliant opener.

Stepping inside, he glanced around making a quick assessment. "Very cozy. Again you surprise Ms. Du – Kat. "

"At some point, you'll learn I'm not just some bloodthirsty lawyer. I mean I am, but I’ve got other things going on too." It seemed we'd gotten comfortable with banter.

"I suppose I'll have to at some point, since you were so kind to invite me up. And I do hope you really didn't feel obligated. Given our roles that could be problematic." There was sincerity to his words. He was right though, it could be a risk for him to be here. Why did he even accept then?

"Of course not. just tired of talking to myself." I laughed it off. What were either of us even doing here, for that matter? “Thought maybe we can put on a movie or something." He settled on the couch while I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge. "Hope you like Everfrost." He wrested the chicken and fries from the bag and spread it over the coffee table.

"That's perfect." He took one from my hand, our eyes locking for a second before he looked away again.

Settling next to him, I picked up the remote. "Any preferences?"

"I can’t possibly impose any further. You pick." Imposition, obligation, I was beginning to think he didn't actually spend a lot of time around other people.

"All right, but I'm painfully boring." I put on an old black-and-white movie I'd been meaning to watch. Sitting back with a box of chicken and starting to eat, I noticed he kept his posture rigid not really relaxing. The movie played and I took a few drinks from my beer in between bites. Delightful as expected but the silence and the rigidity of him next to me distracted me. "I don't bite, I promise."

"Are you sure? I've seen you and Samira go at it.” He did finally seem to settle a bit after that. "Apologies, it's been a while since I've had casual company." Was there a bit of melancholy in his tone?

So he really didn't spend much time around people. "I'm flattered you made an exception for me." It seemed too heavy to let sit without deflecting.

"I'm just trying to keep my best lawyer on staff.” He slid back into glibness as well.

"Ha. Now you're taking it too far, the flattery is too much.” I took another drink, my mind starting to react to it. “So, what do you typically do with your free time, besides chase down errant employees?"

Setting aside the box of chicken, he took a drink. "Nothing terribly exciting; read, take care of Beatrice, my bird, cook, play the occasional game of chess."

"Chess and cooking, not exactly what I'd imagined." Truthfully, I wasn't sure what to imagine his life was like in his free time. What little of it he gave himself anyway.

"Unfortunately whenever I go to the club, I have too many women throw themselves at me." With a smirk, he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his shirt pocket and put one in his mouth.

As he was reaching for his lighter I cut him off. "No way, not in here. I rent this place and that will cost me my security deposit."

He shrugged. "It's not as though your family doesn't have money."

It was the exact wrong thing to say and I could tell my genial expression darkened. "I take care of myself."

He seemed to sense he'd misstepped and I cringed as a pleasant evening seemingly soured. "I'll take it on the balcony." His tone was conciliatory and I instantly felt awful.

"Let me grab another beer and I'll join you." There was no way I could let the CEO walk away knowing I just snapped at him. Grabbing a second one, I handed it to him as I stepped out into the cooling evening air. An apology almost came to my lips but I wasn't sure exactly what to say. His gaze on me left me self-conscious, and for the first time in a long time, I thought about the scar that ran down the left side of my face. Subconsciously, I ran a finger along it.

In silence, he passed me a cigarette and I took it, lighting it on his offered flame. This would become a habit if I wasn't careful. "The view is better from the other Tower." He walked to the edge to glance at the busy streets below. No apology passed between us, but it was like we both understood we'd been wrong and none was needed.

"Now you're just bragging." I joined him at the edge. He was right though, the better part of the sunset was blocked by the Western Tower. I took another drag of the cigarette and flicked ash into the empty bottle he’d brought with. "Too bad I've never seen it."

"I should invite you over some time." He said it almost hastily, like he wanted to rush through the sentiment.

The thought of it caused my mind to blank for a moment and I fought to regain focus. "I'll buy next time, you provide the sunset." My voice sounded thankfully normal.

"Deal ." He smiled and it was genial and diabolical at the same time.

The last of our smoke vanished in the air and we wandered back inside. Another round of beer and more chicken awaiting us. I turned the movie back on just to keep silence at bay. “And what does Kat fill her hours with when she's not at work? You keep telling me you're not always a lawyer."

"Oh nothing crazy; kickboxing, hitting the gym, the occasional good book, old movies.” I gestured at the screen. What would he make of it?

"And seeing your fiancee?" He prompted, a note of curiosity and his voice.

There was a pang of bitterness that came along with thinking of him. "Right, and seeing Garen." I fumbled around trying to change the subject. "Didn't you say you had a bird earlier?"

"Beatrice. she's a raven I rescued." He suddenly exuded affection and I could tell how much she meant to him.

We kept a steady flow of words, drinks, and natural lulls where the movie filled the silence. All the beer and chicken left me warm and drowsy, the last thing I remember was him laughing at some offhand comment I made. And then I was opening my eyes realizing I was covered in the throw blanket from the back of the couch.

Horror filled me and I sat up abruptly. The morning sun was peeping in, giving the apartment a soft glow. I threw the blanket off and glanced around anxiously to make sure he wasn't still there. Instead, I found a note on the coffee table. "Kat - you fell asleep. Hope you don't mind that I gave you the blanket. I'll lock up behind me."

All I wanted in that moment was to curl up and die so badly. But there wasn't time to be mortified I told myself, snatching up my phone from the table. Garen would be here in an hour.

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❤ — character study: love.

let me preface this by saying that yuna is capable of love; in every verse that i write her. however, there will be differences, which i’ll elaborate later on. this will become a rather lengthy read with different aspects & dimensions explained, though, every single thing will be labeled accordingly. i recommend you to read this if you’re thinking about shipping with me or planning to do so, especially if you’re thinking about pursuing a romantic dynamic. without further ado, let’s delve into this mess.

❤ — what is love?

love, for yuna, is something unpredictable; it’s meant to be beautiful & yet, it had only brought pain to her. it broke her down ; it never rebuild her ; it never gave her that feeling of safety. whenever she loved or was loved; she felt as if she was in constant danger ; as if something bad could happen every second. it was paranoia that painted her world; it was laying bare in front of someone that scared her. not in a physical sense but being completely vulnerable & honest; opening yourself & telling them about your fears, desires & more; it’s scary. it’s not only scary because it feels like you’re trapped, in control of another person but also because she doesn’t think she’s deserving of it. she fears that she will ruin another person the second she confesses her true feelings; her love is but a burden & no one, not even she herself, is able to carry it.

❤ — how does she fall in love?

it’s hard. it’s fast. it’s something that she can’t predict, even if it has happened before. sometimes, it takes a look; a touch or just that certain aura some people behold which instantly attracts her to them. but it’s also painful. the moment she realizes that she’s in love with someone, she convinces herself that it’s not true; that she shouldn’t burden them with her feelings. she knows that they will never love her back & that is okay; even if that person shows interest in her, even if they kiss, even if they proclaim their love towards her...she knows better; she knows that this is not really what they want. she knows that this is a mistake. & so, with love comes distance; the second she realizes that she’s truly in love with someone, she’ll leave. maybe for a day. maybe for a week. maybe forever.

❤ — how does she express a crush?

she touches you more. she searches for you with her eyes whenever entering a room. suddenly, you don’t remember a minute where the demon isn’t by your side. but she doesn’t cling; she’s just happy to be by your side, looking at you, drinking your scent while she ‘accidentally’ brushes against your arm. she says your name more often; almost as if she’s singing it. but you know her singing is terrible; so, why? it’s her method of recognizing you; every time your name falls from her lips, she’s noticing you; not just your physical attributes but you. your soul. your heart. your smile. your pain. it’s her clinging onto everything she gets from you; it’s the desperation in her. it’s her acknowledging that you’re but a fleeting moment in her life & with every second passing, you could disappear from her. & thus, she tries to memorize everything you do because once she’s done, there is no more; she convinces herself that through doing so, she’ll eventually get bored & doesn’t have to go through the pain of loving you.

❤ — what happens when she falls in love?

the second she realizes that she’s in love, she breaks apart; this wasn’t supposed to happen; she did everything that she could to prevent this from happening. & it’s not pretty; she screams, she cries, she trashes her apartment in hopes of waking up from this nightmare. love is not pretty; love is not waking up in a bed of roses, awaiting your true love to stand in front of you. she’s confronted with her deepest fears; she’s confronted with the thought of loosing you. of course, it feels ludicrous because there is no substance to it; there is no relationship that can be lost. but there is a person; they’re living & breathing & they could stop doing so; she would loose another person if she’s not careful. but it’s already hard taking care of herself; she’s not good at it; she endangers herself constantly; she drinks; she smokes; she’s no good. & she tries to leave you alone. however, ever so often, she catches herself trailing after you, making sure you’re loved, making sure you’re not hurting, making sure you’re fine. but it’s hard to watch from afar; it’s hard because it hurts.

❤ — what happens when she’s in a romantic relationship?

she loves you, undoubtedly; whenever you mention something you like, it’s on your nightstand the next day; she touches you, kisses you, worships the ground you walk on. but you never hear her say those three words; it’s either a shortened version or something along the lines of ‘i adore you.’ somehow, the demon can’t bring herself to say those words. yuna knows that she loves you, so why should she say that? it would mean to finally accept it; the second you’re in a relationship, she makes sure to distance herself from certain things. it’s why she never says that she loves you; because even when she’s happy, something will always happen to destroy said happiness; be it on her own accord or on someone else’s. someday, she’ll wake up & you’ll be gone. the second she’s in a relationship, she’s already preparing herself to say ‘goodbye.’ it’s a silent pain that she doesn’t show; it’s buried, but ever so often, you’ll feel her grip tightening, almost painfully holding you. you’ll catch her staring at you with eyes that scream of sadness & loss; you’ll notice that she’s hiding something. however, that will not be the last thing that she hides from you. cheating is something that will never happen once she’s in a committed relationship with someone that she loves; however, she’ll still hide things from you; mostly, her own emotions. feelings, thoughts & wishes are already hard to decipher on her own, so, she wouldn’t want you to go through all of it with her. besides that, she’ll feel weak once you’ve seen her like that. she doesn’t like to address her pain because it opens up a wound that might tear her apart & leave her broken; & of course, she doesn’t want that. if anything, yuna wants to appear strong in front of you, like a protector of some sorts. & thus, she will try to assume that role whenever she can; sometimes it happens naturally, sometimes she forces herself to do so. throughout her life, she was shamed for being weak or being vulnerable with another person; her father beat her every time he saw a tear running down her cheeks; her sisters saw her as the runt of the litter, unworthy of their time. associating with her meant nothing good; it was laced with this feeling of impending doom. if you get too close, you’ll fall into a deep, dark hole & you’ll never recover. because of this, she will try to shield you from herself; from that bottomless pit within her heart. & yet, that abysmal void demands filling; it demands attention; it orders her to seek some sort of pleasure. bit by bit, it starts corrupting her; it starts out with simple protectiveness; she wants the best for you, after all. but then it becomes stronger; she seems possessive but it’s still bearable. however, it will not take long before you come to realize that the demon is obsessed; with you; with your happiness; with your presence. she wants you to be hers & she’ll make you feel that; not by commanding you, of course, she will not become hostile towards the person she loves. but anyone, it doesn’t matter who, that mistreats you, looks at you wrong or makes you feel bad will not see the light of another day. she makes sure that anyone who crosses paths with you, stays in their lane; even if that means spending her day watching over you. her love is hot & cold; it’s never a constant & if one is willing to engage romantically with her, they should expect multiple surprises. one day, she’ll almost cling to you, desperately searching for your warmth at any given moment. her hands search for yours & it almost seems as if she was glued to your skin. on other days, you’ll get the feeling that she can’t stand the sight of you; avoidance & escapism are what make her leave. usually, such a reaction is triggered by something; a vision of the past; a nightmare or the mother of demons messing with her mind. she’s reminded of the love that hurt her & doesn’t want to see you.

❤ — with which people does she fall in love with ?

ironically, the majority of her love interests were human. however, she usually feels attracted to people & beings that are different, that stand out from the rest; for better or for worse. she constantly envies humans for their mortality & simple life & feels a certain kind of attraction towards them; often it’s resentment & she becomes aggressive, but there are also these rare occasions where she would fall in love with a mortal. they have everything she can’t have & if she gets close to them, maybe she’ll get one step closer to finding peace. she falls in love with power; it doesn’t have to be physical prowess, sometimes it’s mental strength, sometimes it’s the power to deceive everyone, sometimes it’s just that domineering aura that draws her in. it’s the same concept as before; she surrounds herself with power in order to feel better; in order to feel more powerful; in order to not feel weak & maybe, to always have that option of depending on them. yuna can crush on people that appear weak or self-conscious but she doesn’t fall in love with them; people cling to her & beg for attention & she shakes them off after a while. & that is for the best; i can only imagine how damaging a relationship with her would be for such people...it wouldn’t be pretty. she likes people who are honest about their feelings; she likes knowing what another person might think, even if it’s hatred & unbound rage; to conjure passion, for anything really, is sometimes hard for her & thus, she appreciates having someone around who is just so disgustingly open with their emotions that she feels like vomiting. though, that’s not a necessity for a crush or even a potential love interest; it’s just something she finds neat. however, something that is needed, for any kind of relationship, but most importantly romantic ones; interest. & of course, that seems quite redundant because a relationship never works without interest. alas, it’s a bit different. yuna needs to have the reassurance that the other person harbors a genuine interest towards her before even starting to develop feelings. sometimes, it happens that she crushes on people without prior knowledge of that, but those are fleeting & never lead to something more serious. that interest can be expressed in a plethora of ways; it can be purely sexual or superficial (her looks, aesthetic, etc.); it can also be geared at her actual interests & personality. i know this sounds a bit contradictory with what i’ve written before; that she hates people who cling to her; but there’s a difference between clinging & expressing one’s interest, it’s a fine line, of course, & should be tread carefully. she’s that person that expects an ‘i love you’ first, even if there’s a huge possibility of never reciprocating those feelings herself; it’s validation in a sense. it gives her a sense of control; a sense of power.

❤ — verse-related; of daily demons (human verse)

most of what has been written before this segment also pertains to her human verse, however, there are some key differences; while yuna, as a demon, appears more aloof & indifferent towards potential love interests, as a human she’s almost being eaten alive by her desperation for some sort of attention. she’s been hurt all her life; her parents died when she was young & she was raised by her grandmother who couldn’t bear the sight of her, as yuna reminded her too much of her late son. & thus, her curse of bad luck was made up; of course, yuna is prone to bad things happening to her but that’s mostly because she’s quite clumsy & even a bit naive; HOWEVER, the belief of having a curse gave her grandmother the excuse to beat her in so-called “rituals”, under the guise of love. since she was six years old, there was not a moment where her caregiver gave her a hug or even so much as a reassuring pat. she was raised on shards & nails; pain was love. it was for her best. now that she has escaped that hell hole & is slowly learning what real love & affection means, she’s become desperate, although a bit scared, to experience it herself. she constantly throws herself into the arms of people who mean harm & are just generally no good for her & yet, she would do everything for a pair of strong arms that hold her.

❤ — verse-related; blue blood of russia (royalty verse)

most of what has been written before this segment also pertains to her royalty verse, however, there are some key differences; yuna suffered at the hand of her parents for most of her life; she is a starved animal that seeks out attention of any kind. she’s naive & quickly clings to people that spare her even as much as a minute of their day. & yet, she’s still scared of love; she wants affection but feels as if she’s not fit to receive anything deeper than that. she’s quite impulsive & self-conscious which make for a total mess of a princess; one second she’ll come rushing to give you a hug & whilst walking towards you, she’ll reconsider & walk the other way. there are just so many emotions within her, constantly fighting one another, which confuses those around her but also the princess herself.

❤ — misc. songs that remind me of her love

KANZINO - BiBi // All The Stars - Kendrick Lamar ft. SZA // Doin’ Time - Lana del Rey // Woman - Doja Cat // Animal - Aurora // HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON’T - Fall Out Boy // All The Things She Said - Poppy // OKAY - Jackson Wang // G.U.Y. - Lady Gaga // Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? - Arctic Monkeys // FIANCÉ - MINO // Best Boy Friend - CHANMINA // queen of broken hearts - blackbear // Dancing In The Moonlight - Toploader // Obsessed With You - The Orion Experience // Lies - MARINA // SUN GOES DOWN - Lil Nas X //

#﹛ ＃ headcanon . ﹜ ♥ 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖉𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜 ; 𝖜𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖚𝖗𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖞𝖊𝖙 .#﹛ ＃ isms . ﹜ ♥ 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖘 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 .#﹛ ＃ au . ﹜ ♥ 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖘 .#﹛ ＃ au . ﹜ ♥ 𝖇𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖗𝖚𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖆 .#( i've only talked abt these two verses bc )#( they're the most important rn )#( 2.400 words ajhsjhas )#( i love yuna sm )#( she deserves so much )#( not me lowkey tearing up while re-reading this )

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