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I stare at his shoulders. He’s broad. Strong. I think myself too soft.
Stop it
“I’d hate to disappoint you,” Leo says. “Then don’t,” I smile up at him, and exhale. He doesn’t move and lets the smoke curl around his face. His eyes soften, melting in a sense; the pupil expands, the emotion bleeds down into his cheeks and I’m sure that little twitch is a smile.
Oh? Flirty
but I saw the way Thaddeus stuck to his friends. His fellow graduates.
And that controlling asshole didn't want you to have friends huh interesting
It is absolutely not an excuse to touch his shoulder—which is not only broad, but firm and well-defined beneath my touch.
You're being horny now
I refuse to be Thaddeus Jones’ living brother. I am my own man. I don’t want to be known for his death.
Exactly
Bellamy purrs. “Your poor injured brother took the cake there, I bet.”
What an asshole he needs to shut up really
Bellamy’s expression shifts from disappointment to outright anger. I fancy I can hear the growl of a cornered animal in the back of Bellamy’s throat.
Ain't nobody cares
Leo shoots to standing. Upright, he’s slightly taller than Drike. Standing there in his blood-covered clothes, xenos mark on his forehead, makes him intimidating enough I see Drike step back instinctively. Leo doesn’t say a word. I watch Fred wrap her fist around a bread knife, tensing, like she’s readying herself to jump up and defend my honour too. But Drike just sucks his teeth and spits over his shoulder. It's a lot less fun to bully me when I have people in my corner.
That's cold as hell
I am not here to fuck.
I dunno about that
Do I care?
I think you do
Leo leans in. I do not move. But he doesn’t kiss me. “Do you want to go to bed with me, Mr Jones?”
*gasp*
“I am too forward,” he says, half bowing. “I apologise.”
Oh he was serious
“Or are teras living on campus?” Victoria whispers. “Breeding here.”
That would be crazy but it wouldn't shock me
So you better have something.”
When does he shut up
I look at Leo, spy the hungry, vigilant look in eyes. I want to be beneath him. I want him to fuck me; I want to be a whore who thinks of nothing but the pleasures of the body, and the only pain I will ever feel is the thrill of taking a man inside me. There will be no death. No blood. No monsters in the night. I will lose the very sense of myself to tangled sheets and sweat.
At this point I’m gonna help Leo file a restraining order against you this level of horniness is outrageous .
“Go on, Mr Jones. Be a good lad. Put the poor thing out of his misery.”
Oh come on
“Mr Jones,” the dean speaks slowly. I glance up, realising I’ve been shaking. The look on the dean’s face is as if we’re at a party.
He really is evil
Blond, strong jaw. He doesn’t look like a priest. In this candlelit murk, he could pass for an older Leo. And just like that, I think about kissing him, how Judas kissed the Lord, but this is a true blasphemy, not just an approximation of one. I resolutely turn away and wring my hands.
Oh God Cassius
“Leo,” I say, more calmly than I feel. “Leo, darling, stand down.”
Did you call him darling ? Broooo
He looks at me, for a long while, eyes heavy. And we don’t speak. There’s nothing to say, really, nothing that can be said. It is a perfect and protected moment. Why sully it with words and hopes and fears?
Now that y'all boned can we focus on the trials please
Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare get attached.
It's too late for that Cass
Would that be the end of this friendship? I already pushed it far yesterday, when he learned about Thad’s note.
Nobody cares you shouldn't care
I live to haunt and hound you. Quod mihi voluptatem dat. Voluptatem, pleasure. Which gives me pleasure.
Well that's fucked up
There’s an awful tearing noise. Horrifying, like the scalp itself is peeling from the skull.
Holly shit
I put a hand on her shoulder. She’s staring at him, and she’s shivering, and God, have I missed something? I can feel her trembling.
The bastard he def did something to her
You’re Thaddeus’ brother, aren’t you? Yeah. Same unfortunate nose.” (I flinch. I like my nose.)
Don't listen to him I like ur nose too
I reach into my pocket and cock the gun at the Blood Hunter’s head. Fred raises her chin. “What about now?” she says.
Kinda useless but do ur thing I guess
“You sure you want to question me, lad?” the Blood Hunter shoots back, just before he steps through the veil. “Don’t touch a fucking thing.”
He's pretending to be an ass but he's one of the good guys haha
I almost go to Leo. He looks at me and mouths, Are you ok?
Cassius you lucky bastard he is obsessed with you
She flinches when she hears me approach, half turning. Her eyes are raw and red, bitter look making her lip curl.
I don't really like her but I kinda feel bad
“What’s happening with Bellamy?” A scoff, a muttered word I don’t quite catch. “He’s just an asshole.”
I've been saying it
“Don’t,” the Artificer snaps. “Don’t say my name. I was never fucking here, was I?”
Well damn
God, he’s good. Or perhaps I’m simply a slut.
You are , self awareness is a good thing I still love you though ( I’m kinda a slut myself)
“Get on your knees,” he says.
That one fleabag scene
“But I know I’ll do it again.”
Well you're doing it now
There is a flash; just blood-red teeth, and a wet crunch. When I blink next my left arm is gone.
Aaaaaah
“Peter,” I murmur. “Are you alright?”
What kinda question is that huh
He is telling me now, almost outright, that Leo Shaw will always come first.
This is so depressing
“In all honesty, I don’t know,”
Well shit
And what does it matter, if Leo doesn’t really like me? It is better for me if it is just my body. My mind is too unsure, too brittle.
You're lying to yourself
Even before my vision clears, I know Silas is dead.
Fuck not him
