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“I liked killing them.”

Violence & Death: Accepting.

♖—  Jacob slowly got to his feet, blood soaking the front of his jacket and gently dripping from his hidden blade. He took a few well-calculated breaths, allowing himself to come down from the high that the kills often brought him. There had been days that Jacob had been afraid that such a feeling made him a monster, that the fact he enjoyed the kill meant there was something wrong with him. However, it wasn’t long before he merely began to tell himself that he was born a killer – this was the life he was bred for. When his sister spoke it was in such a low tone he almost missed it, he turned and the soft ‘sick’ of his blade retracting was the only sound that echoed for the moment.

♖— His touch was gentle, at odds with their relationship as of late. He reached up and gripped her chin, making her blue eyes meet brown just hidden behind the cowl.” You sound like you expect judgment from me, dear sister.” He said in a low tone, even though they were the only ones left among the living in the alleyway.

"Do you want me to hit you?!"

VIOLENCE & DEATH: ACCEPTING. ♖— Was this really what their relationship had gone down too? Sure, she had hit him before but never out of anger. His whole body tensed at her words like he was preparing for the strike. However, he had suddenly completely forgotten whatever it was they had been arguing about –wholly forgotten his anger. All he could focus on was how far they had fallen in such a short time, how they had gone from being closer then he expected most people to be capable of to barely even recognizing each other.

♖— He slowly turned his body to meet her gaze, anger had drained from his face and replaced with nothing but hidden anguish.“ Is that what this has come to Evie?” He asked gently.“ — If it will make you feel better, go right ahead. It is not like I can not take the hit.”

“I am sick of cleaning up your mess!”

VIOLENCE & DEATH: ACCEPTING.

♖— There it was, in the back of his mind he had been preparing himself for those words since they had come to London. Even though part of him had been hoping they would never come. There had been a time that ‘cleaning up his messes’ was simply her watching his back. She had protected him from their father’s wrath on more times than he could possibly remember and he had protected her when a plan didn’t quite go as planned. She was the planner and he was the one who had relied on instincts, two facts that had always made them a perfect team.

♖— ‘ but apparently, nothing lasts forever.’ He thought bitterly as he realized that he was losing the only person he truly had left in the world. What had once been teamwork she now saw as a burden, she obviously saw him as part of a past she wanted to let go of. How could she do this to him? He had put all his faith, all his love in her and here she was throwing it all away. “ No one bleedin’ asked you to Evie!” He finally snapped as he got to his feet, wondering if the loud echoes of the train could mask their argument from the rest of its passengers.” If I am such a godforsaken burden just go hunt the damn relics with Greenie! “ What gave her the right? Why was she going to leave him all alone? “ It is obvious you much prefer his company.”

♖— He wasn’t sure what surprised him more, her reaction or the fact he had seemed to have lost so much faith in her -- in them that he hadn’t seen her words for what they had been. Could someone really blame him though? They had said more hateful things to each other in the last few weeks then the rest of their twenty years on this earth. When she collapsed in the chair he moved like he was going to go to her but then stopped himself halfway there -- he was sure she did not need his love and support any longer.

♖— Her words made his whole body tense, the aspect that he did not know her anymore broke his heart in more ways then he could ever truly express. Problem was? He did not know her anymore, he had not seen any sign of his Evie in weeks. He missed the girl who had always been glued to his side, the girl he had held during thunderstorms, the girl who had often protected him from their father’s disappointing gaze, the girl who had been his whole world when it came down to it. In the end, he let out a chuckle that sounded painful to his own ears.” Maybe I do not know you anymore.” Lord, even saying those words made it hard for him to breath.” Because the sister I grew up with would have never condemned me to this hell. One where her striking me would have been a breath of fresh air compared to hateful words and disapproving looks.”

▌ ▌ before I’d lose you. - @booksandblades

London is not yours. The city belongs to the people. 

✗ ( EVIE )

The tight band around her chest kept increasing, constricting her like a vice; for one irrational moment, she wondered if it was some sort of malady—the sort George had often teased Father about when he had a fit of temper. Across the room, he shifted—his feet shuffling on the floor as if on the verge of moving closer—it pulled her out of her thoughts, ebbing back the pain for just a moment.

But only for a moment.

Then it redoubled, stronger than before.

A whimper escaped her as she hissed out her pain through clenched teeth—thankful that his mirthless laugh covered the betraying sound of her weakness, even as she was stunned by what he said. Her eyes darted up, glistening with tears, locking on his face—and suddenly, she understood the agony she felt. Not a malady at all, just the breaking of two hearts that had always beat as one.

He’s hurting too… just as much as I am.

The need to fix the ever broadening crevasse between them welled up inside her, clawing at her with just as much intensity and demanding as the pain of her aching heart. They couldn’t go on like this… it wasn’t right. It wasn’t supposed to be this way at all—their father would be horrified to see them at each other’s throats. She swallowed hard, nausea clenching her stomach as guilt filled her mouth with an acerbic, sour taste that was bitter on her tongue.

I did this? I brought all of this into being? How could I…

Her eyes fluttered closed as she grappled with her thoughts—the how didn’t matter—not now, at this moment. What mattered was finding a solution, not worrying about the cause. There had to be something they could do—something that she could do to make things right. Something that would mend fences, relieving the heavy burden of stress and strain that was rubbing them both raw.

We could go home… just for a few days. Surely a few days wouldn’t matter…

But it would. Templar reinforcements could arrive at any moment—in all likelihood Starrick had already sent for them to replenish their dwindling numbers. And the artifact—she was so close to finding it. No… Crawley would have to wait at least a little while.

“Patience has never been your strong point, brother,” she said, her voice so soft it was almost a whisper, “but I promise you this… if you can hold out until all this is finished… I won’t rest until we’ll find our way back to what we were.”

♖— When she looked up at him with that heartbroken look in her eyes -- god it nearly killed him. He almost wished for death, knowing he had been the one to cause her that much pain -- that he was the reason for those tears that were threatening to fall. Still, he tried his best to hide his torment because he was afraid how she would react if she saw how much grief was piling down on his soul. Though why did he? It was apparent now their separation was causing her pain too, but the truth was -- he was scared. 

♖— Evie Frye had been the one person he had trusted completely, who he had thought would forever be by his side. Just now? He felt like she had left him -- maybe not physically but he still felt her absence in his life like an open wound. He had needed her because no matter how complicated their relationship was -- he was mourning their father. He was doing what he could in London, trying to help people and bring it back from borderline destruction -- all while in the back of his mind thinking that it may of not of been his methods but maybe Ethan Frye would have been proud of his progress. 

♖— Just everytime he turned around she reminded him that it was a foolish thing to believe and even worse -- making it more and more evident that she too thought him the fool. He had held her while she cried the night their father died, threw the funeral -- and now? She left him alone. How could it be possible for her to want to come back to him? When she spoke, no matter her intent -- her words did not bring much comfort to his aching heart.

♖— “ Until this is finished....” He repeated weakly as he walked over and leaned against the desk, placing his hat behind him. Did she mean that nothing would change until they had defeated Starrick? Or until she had found that bloody relic? He wasn’t sure how much longer his heart could take before it just gave out.” So you want to just go back to chasing relics with Henry in the meantime?” It was impossible for him to hide the acid in his voice because the truth was -- he was feeling replaced.

▌ ▌ BEFORE I’D LOSE YOU. - @BOOKSANDBLADES

♖— He was confident the last couple months had been the hardest he had yet to experience, not because of Starrick, not from the loss of their father but from the fact that he had almost lost his sister too. The space that had formed between them during their first few weeks in London had almost completely destroyed their relationship. In the back of his mind, he knew if he had lost that he would have lost himself in the process.

♖— When she leaned into his touch, he couldn't hold back the small smile that had formed on his lips. It was those small signs of affection that he had missed, they had been once so common in their relationship that now -- it felt like coming home.

♖— Jacob did his best to ignore the way his cheeks seemed to heat up when she pressed her lips against one. He was thankful that his hood seemed to be keeping him from looking like an idiot schoolboy. At her words he smiled, letting his thumb stroke her cheek before dropping his hand slowly.” I am glad.... because I for one loved who you used to be.” He said in a gentle whisper, trying to keep the emotion from his voice.” We probably should go... before the bobbies come.”

▌ ▌ if i wanted to go, i would have gone by now. - @booksandblades

✗ ( EVIE )

“No, what I want more than anything in the world right now is to hop a train to Crawely and sleep for a bloody week, Jacob!” It came out far louder than she’d intended—almost a shout. “But I can’t! If we leave for even one day we risk losing all the ground we’ve gained. How many reinforcements might slip in while we were gone—do you want to have to start picking them off all over again? They’ll be better prepared this time around—forewarned is forearmed. It will be ten times harder because you’ve got them scared—they know you’re after them—when a hound is cornered its dangerous, remember?”

She realized a moment too late that quoting their father probably wasn’t the best idea; groaning, she rubbed her temples to try and relieve the ache in her head. “Henry has absolutely nothing to do with this, and the fact of the matter is he’s bloody useless in the field. I have no idea how he passed his blooding—he can’t do anything other than research and network.”

It was the first time she’d voiced her unease regarding the man; her feelings for Henry Green were a confusing, muddled mess—one she couldn’t even attempt begin to untangle until she had time take a step back from the situation and examine it properly. That wasn’t likely to happen any time soon—she simply kept shoving it aside, storing it away to be analyzed at a later date.

“I know you don’t think the artifact is important—but it is. I have a gut feeling that if Starrick gets it before we do… it will be bad, Jacob.” She shook her head, risking a glance in his direction—wanting to tell him it was his help she needed, but suspecting he’d respond with rolled eyes and a scoff. “Regardless, the ever growing list of problems is just one more reason we have to finish the mission before we can focus on anything  else. I believe you’re the one who reminded me about the ‘no distractions’ rule, aren’t you?”

Her brow wrinkled, eyes dropping to the floor—the surge of strong emotions and the accompanying argument leaving her more weary than she’d been before;  from the moment they’d set foot in the city, sleep had been elusive and hard to come by—she was nearing the point of outright exhaustion.   “I’m just… I’m so tired, Jacob. I haven’t had a good nights sleep since the night before our blooding. Maybe that’s why I’ve been so cross and ill tempered. I don’t mean to carp at you… really I don’t.”

♖— Her shout actually made him jump, but he quickly recovered. There had been a time he knew Evie better than he knew himself -- could that possibly still be the case? Maybe, maybe if he tried -- if he took a risk he could make some headway. When she continued he barely noticed her quoting their father because in the end -- she sounded like she thought he had made more than a mess, she thought he made a difference. That in itself was enough to give him enough hope for him to give a little.

♖— “ I could have told you that.” He teased in a soft, hoarse tone when she mentioned that Greenie was useless in the field.” Just looking at him I could tell he did not have the stomach for this life.” He murmured as he watched her closely, ignoring the comment about the artifact for the moment - he was only now realizing how tired she truly looked. He had slept a couple nights after he had drunk himself into a stupor -- but most nights he had been out in the streets until the break of dawn. He knew why his nights were restless and when she said that she hadn’t slept well since before they're blooding..... The night before had been their last night in their old room, the one they had slept in for 14 years but even more dramatic was the fact that their time in London had been the first time they had not shared a bed -- well he guessed since their mother's womb.

♖— “ That’s it.” He threw his hands in the air and pulled off his jacket, throwing it on the chair before he got onto her tiny bed -- it really was pathetic. Once he settled himself against the headboard, he beckoned her over.” We can continue this conversation after you get some sleep.” He said as he gave her a look that said he was not going to take no for an answer.” Get some sleep, and we will talk about your bloody relic.” He grumbled.

▌ ▌ BEFORE I’D LOSE YOU. - @BOOKSANDBLADES

jacob frye + the fact that he just can’t win

✗ ( EVIE )

She’d forgotten the way his smile made her feel.

Not the aggravation it stirred of late, or the frustration that welled up over his easygoing ways and disposition—those negative feelings went hand in hand with London and all that they’d been through in the city. No, what she’d forgotten was the way his smile made her feel before—when it had affected her in an altogether different way entirely.

In Crawley, Jacob’s smile had been like his laugh—bright and infectious. That smile was like a stray sunbeam on a cloudy day—she’d basked in its glow, reveling in the way it could chase even the gloomiest thoughts away. It had filled her with warmth and happiness no matter how sour her mood.

That was what she’d forgotten, but standing there, with him smiling and stroking her cheek… she felt it again. Right in the pit of her stomach—accompanied by the familiar flutter that had disappeared for a while. So strong it made her breath catch in her throat and her cheeks heat just a little. She would have gladly stood there for hours, reveling in the feeling, however, when he spoke, his words reminded her where they were and what they were supposed to be doing; the warm fuzzy feelings vanished in the blink of an eye.

She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment, dreading the thought of going back to the train—frustrated by the loss of the momentary happiness. Desperate to have it back again. A pang of homesickness hit her hard, right in the middle of her chest. She wanted to go home, even if just for a day or two—back to the place where the happiness had always been.

With that thought echoing through her head, she made her decision.

“I’m not going back to the train, Jacob. I’m going home, to Crawley.” She gazed down at her boots, half-afraid to meet his eye for fear of seeing reproach at her selfish decision. “Just for a few days—I need to get my head on straight. I can’t do that here in the city—I’ve tried, but to no avail.”

♖— The moment he spoke -- part of him wished he hadn’t because the moment the words left his mouth he felt whatever little bubble they had fashioned themselves burst as real life once again came crashing down on them. Though he knew if he hadn’t they probably would have had to explain themselves to the police -- not to mention allot of running and possibly more killing. He had accepted that he enjoyed killing, but he did have pause when it came to taking the life of an officer.

♖— He had just moved to grappling up the side of the building, knowing if he didn’t soon he wouldn’t be able to walk away from her when she spoke, and he stopped. Had he heard her right? She wanted to go back to Crawley? He turned back and had to fight back another smile at how she seemed to be staring at her boots in shame -- she used to always do that when she had been afraid of a reprimand from their father or that he would be cross with her. He understood why she needed to go back, get in touch with what she seemed to have lost but there were two things he didn't get. Why she expected him to be angry, and why she didn’t expect him to come.

♖— Repeating his earlier gesture, he walked over and lifted her chin to make her meet his eyes once again, amused smile still on his lips.” There you go again -- expecting judgment where there is none.” This time he was the one who shifted his hand to her cheek.” Give me a few hours? I need to put some precautions in place with the lads -- after that, we will go home.”

▌ ▌ if i wanted to go, i would have gone by now. - @booksandblades

✗ ( EVIE )

Her eyes followed him as he moved to the bed—she wondered if she dared give in to the ache of longing inside her. Within the first week of their arrival, she’d figured out the root of her insomnia, understanding why she tossed and turned, restless and uneasy throughout the long night. It wasn’t the noisy clatter of the train moving along the track, or the muted clamor of the city itself that kept her awake and on edge—rather, it was the sounds that were lacking  that disturbed her.

The soft sound of his breathing, disrupted by an occasional snore—the sleepy murmured protests should she rise to answer the call of nature in the night. It was the cold emptiness of the bed without his warmth curled around her, and the pillow that felt lumpy and coarse as opposed to the solid comfort of his shoulder beneath her cheek. It was the absence of the familiar comfort of his scent filling her lungs—the missing fingers that should be combing through her hair as she drifted off to sleep. Every moment of their lives they’d slept curled around each other—from conception right up until the morning they’d arisen and headed to Croydon for their blooding. Sleeping without Jacob beside her felt  unnatural  and  wrong—that was the plain, simple truth.

Countless times she’d risen in the night, her feet carrying her across the compartment with determination, every single part of her prickly and tense, seeking out the comfort it needed—but each time, she’d faltered at the door, her worry over what people would think about the impropriety of the situation superseding her own silent desperation.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she struggled with that worry yet again—there was always an entourage of assorted people on the train, none of whom seemed to grasp the importance of privacy. They came and went as they pleased, never stopping to consider that—for the time being—the train was the only home they had, and as such, a bit of bloody solitude might be nice. Any one of them could stumble in and find them together—the lock on the door was horribly flimsy, easily circumvented with a well placed shoulder or even an insistently jerked wrist. They wouldn’t understand… wouldn’t approve… they’d surely think—

Father approved—shouldn’t that be all that matters? He never minded our cuddling in the slightest—never insisted we move to separate rooms. He encouraged our bonding in every capacity right up until his death.

Slitting her eyelids just a tiny bit, she stole a peek at her twin—the sight of him waiting the way he had so many nights in the past was a siren’s song, completely impossible to resist. Without a word she leaned over, unlacing her boots and kicking them off—slowly removing all the outer layers that were required by the outside world, piling them on the chair before moving across the room. As she stretched out beside him, a relieved sigh escaped her—so deep and long that it seemed almost as though she’d been holding her breath for months, waiting for just this moment.

Her body took over, automatically curling around his into the place where it belonged; head on his shoulder, face fitting perfectly in the curve of his neck, his skin warm against her cheek. She inhaled deeply, letting the smell that was solely his chase away the stink and grime of the city—replacing it with the familiar scent she’d always loved so dearly.

He smells like home.

The thought was fuzzy—already the sleep she’d needed so desperately was dragging her under. After weeks of insomniac frustration and futility, within mere seconds of stretching out next to him, the much needed relied she’d sought had finally been found.

♖— He expected her to argue, not because he was wrong -- just by the look on her face, he realized that he had hit the nail on the proverbial head. However, he knew that his sister was stubborn and he really did doubt that she would give in to his demands without a fight. If she did argue, she would be in for a rude awakening because he was prepared to lift her up and carry her to the bed if need be.

♖— Jacob never took his eyes off his sister as he was convinced he could see the wheels turning in her head -- she was trying to think of every reason why she shouldn’t do as he said. Then she surprised him, she stripped down to the bare minimum and climbed in beside him.

♖— He had almost forgotten what it felt like, wrapping a strong arm around her and slowly listening to her breathing even out -- letting all of her troubles disappear. He knew she had fallen asleep, so it was when he finally took the time to really tell her what he wanted too.” I was used to you tellin’ me off growing up..” He whispered softly.” But it was usually when I really needed it, and it never made me feel like I was a fool.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.” Since we came here... I feel like every time I turn around I am doing something wrong in your eyes. It is just breaking my heart Eves -- I always thought it was going to be the two of us against the world, but lately, it is like you had a change of plans.” He trailed off, his hand reaching up to wipe at his eyes for a moment before he scooted down on the bed, both arms wrapping around her.” I miss you...” He murmured before he too finally had to give in to his exhaustion.

▌ ▌ BEFORE I’D LOSE YOU. - @BOOKSANDBLADES

✗ ( EVIE )

▌ ▌ Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath. - @brassandbrawls

‘Unleashing angry words is never wise—though they may be forgiven, they’re not easily forgotten.’

How many times had Father preached that lesson? The number was countless; it had been one of his preferred methods of hammering home the importance of remaining detached— a logical example of the burden that accompanied detrimental feelings and emotion.

And yet, she’d done just that—she’d let her anger gain the upper hand and it had loosened her tongue at the very moment she should have held it still. Chastising Jacob for ignoring Father’s methods whilst doing the exact same thing she accused him of was nothing less than hypocrisy at its finest.

She paced, her steps never venturing too near him—giving them both ample space to bristle with minimal chance of escalation. What she wanted more than anything was to swallow the words she’d spewed out so thoughtlessly, erasing them from existence, but as always, Father had been right; judging by the expression on her twin’s face, she’d cut him to the core—forgiveness might be quick,  but it would be a very long time before he forgot how she’d wounded him.

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♖— He could hear her heeled boots on the hard floor of the car, she was pacing, that was what she always did when she couldn't figure something out -- when she didn’t know a solution. However, his head was currently under his hands as he tried to pull back his own mess of emotions because deep down -- he didn’t want to yell at her anymore.

♖—  Then she brought up Fuckin Greenie, okay no he had been the one who had mentioned him first --- but what the hell did she mean he had nothing to do with this? Following her around with those god damn puppy eyes - he had bloody everything to do with it!” I am being ridiculous? You have spent basically all of your time with him since we got here! Doing your bloody research.” He said as his head snapped up, fire burning behind chocolate brown eyes.” You want to know how I feel about them? I feel like they are probably dangerous and deserve to be tossed in the damn ocean. Also, I am the one making a mess? Where is the key Evie? You know the one you found the directions too in the house of an Assassin -- by using a sight that possibly only a handful if not simply two people have?” He said hoping that she was getting his point. If she hadn’t gone looking for that damn key it was likey Starrick and Lucy would have never been able to get to it.

♖—  “ Also, another thing to keep in mind? No matter how many times you or father gave me those glares -- or how many times I simply couldn’t pay attention. I still would have you read all about them to me whenever you found new information. I tried -- but I guess It wasn’t hard enough. So what I think of them? They should stay fucking gone, I mean that one in the lab nearly killed you! Would I help you find them if you asked? I thought I had proved I was prepared to follow you into hell if need be. I guess I was wrong.” With that his anger cooled for a moment, giving way to depression as he stared in front of him but seeing nothing.” Wouldn’t blame you if you preferred his company... he is more of the bookish type - I never could hold still long enough.” He whispered, his voice sounding defeated.

♖—  “ Wait.. what?!” He said as he got to his feet, what the bloody hell had Freddy told her? He depression being pushed back once again to give into his anger.” What plates? I did exactly as Abberline told me! My job was to take out twopenny who was in the midst of robbing the bank and get out -- that is what I did.”He said in a low growl as he took a few steps toward her.” I also had planned to go back and check on the bus situation. Also, that Attaway woman? Had planned to give Starrick a train full of combustion engines. Do you know how much of a leg that would have given him? So I took her out, and I had planned to send some lads to guard the men.” He said in a low whisper as he stared into her eyes -- his own a mixture of anger, betrayal, and heartbreak.” Asked for your help? Would I do this after you made me feel like a fool -- or after you asked for mine?”

▌ ▌ let us take it back before it all went wrong. - @booksandblades​

“Did you tell her you love her?” “She knows.” “That’s not what I asked. Everyone knows. But she deserves to hear it from you.”

from an unfinished story #735 (via thoughts-into-ink)

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▌ ▌ a happy valentine - @booksandblades

♖—   Jacob let out a small huff as she seemed to be unimpressed by his theatrics, but the truth was, it was how he was dealing with his nerves. Their relationship change was still new and fresh -- the truth was he was terrified he was going to ruin the best thing that ever happened to him. She had already given him a very lovely card for valentines day -- his present? He made sure everyone was out of the train for the day before telling her she could do or have him do whatever she liked.

♖—  That was what had gotten him into the situation he was currently in, stripped of everything ( weapons included ) but his trousers and his hands tied to the bedpost behind him. She had changed into a thin nightgown that in the darkened train car --- the candles helped leave little to his imagination. Just the sight of her had begun to make his pants extremely uncomfortable.

♖—   “ Well, I thought you would want to treat your little brother gently.” He tried to tease as he squirmed a little on the bed, trying to shift himself in a way that lessened the ache building. It had taken allot for him to agree to this, he was basically at her mercy and no matter how far they had come since returning to London --- the fact was he was putting a lot of trust in her, and that was something he was getting used to again.

✗ ( EVIE )

She’d tied the knots with the same precision she applied to everything else, making them easy enough to unfurl; her fingers moved with nimble efficiency as they completed the task with minimal effort—retying them just as quickly before he could change his mind. Giving a gentle tug to make sure he couldn’t escape before she was ready, hum of satisfaction escaped her when they held.

“There is a time for slow and gentle…” she countered, fingers sliding down along his arm—traveling the hard ridge of his bicep. Ducking her head down, lips replaced fingers, completing the journey across his broad shoulder to his neck—favoring the soft spot just below his ear with a feathery kiss right where he seemed to like it best. “… do you want that time to be now, Jacob?”

Four days—that was how long it had taken them to obtain the measure of privacy required to satisfy their needs. Four blasted days filled with subtle innuendos dropped in mixed company—phrases that trigger sensory memories so intense they left her trembling. Four days of teasing smiles and heated secret glances—even an instance or two of outright groping when others were turned away. By the time his teasing was done even the most casual accidental grazing of his hand against hers stoked the fire burning within her to the point moisture pooled betwixt her legs. He’d gotten her so worked up she’d begun to fear she might lose control completely and scandalize all of London by attacking him on the bloody street with roaming hands and feverish, hungry kisses. It was the most exquisite torture she’d ever experienced—and she was determined to repay every single second in full.

The telltale hardness pressing against her confirmed she was off to a rousing start.

“Do you know why  I asked for this Jake? Why I wanted you tied beneath me?” she purred, trailing her lips along the strong line of his jaw—slowly working her way to his lips, but not yet claiming them. Hers hovered but a hair’s breadth from his—oh so close, but not quite  touching.  So close that it would be far easier to close the distance than to maintain it—but she didn’t.

“I intend to put you through the same delicious agony that you’ve inflicted on me for the last four bloody days—and I don’t intend to stop until you’re writing beneath me, begging for the sweetness of release.”

▌ ▌ a happy valentine - @booksandblades

♖— He let out a soft sound of relief from her touch, it was sweet, gentle and teasing but there was still a level of intimacy in it that he craved. The knowledge that she had never touched another man in such a way, with such carnal intent - moments like this with her belonged to him and him alone.  However, when her touched were replaced by her lips he couldn’t keep from making a soft sound of pleasure -- not even trying to bite back the noises, they were alone on the train, and he had a feeling she wanted to hear every sound that built up inside him.

♖— The  kisses were beautiful, they felt amazing, but the problem was -- they did nothing to relieve the pressure inside him. Every kiss made his already acute senses hyper-aware, every nerve responding to even the slight stimuli. He turned his head, trying to catch her lips as she moved -- he wanted a kiss dammit!” Point of this is what you want...” He whispered in answer to her question, licking his lips slowly as he stared up into the crystal blue eyes that had him hypnotized since birth.

♖— “ I do not know...” He murmured to her question but as she explained he let out a low groan. He remembered the last four days, yes he had teased her, had let his hands roam when no one had been looking there way, but that was because he could not help himself. His ache for her had been constant; even the sweetest smile could turn his thoughts perfectly sinful --- no matter who had been around them.” You say this like I have not been in agony as well.” He murmured, convinced he could feel his pulse between his legs.

✗ ( EVIE )

“I never said it didn’t—however if you keep wearing it all the time you’re liable to go bald, which would be a shame, all things considered.”

♖ — “ If you did not think I looked bad in it then why the hell take a knife to it?” He rose an eyebrow as she continued.” Wearing the hat will not make me go bald - why would it matter to you anyway? Do not think you could handle a bald brother?”

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