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January 10 - January 10, 2025
“Would you rather I settle into your apartment, poke around, and rearrange your books to my liking? I’ll crack all the spines, stars help me.”
“You need to master your power to protect yourself. You almost died,” he raged, shaking her. “I felt it!” The prince’s word ricocheted off the stone walls, slamming against her. “And there wasn’t anything I could do!”
“Why do you call me a harpy?” Vesryn’s smirk gave the impression that he’d been waiting for her to ask. “Harpies,” he enunciated dramatically, “were thought to be female druids who shifted to either a dragon or a bird of prey—the details are a little unclear. Aesar and I found an enlightening text depicting harpies in all manners of…erotic positions.”
“When I realized Essence linked us with this bond, I knew it would only be a matter of time until you sank your claws into me and yanked the beating heart out of my chest.”
“I think it’s actually lightning.” Vesryn’s eyes lit up with manic excitement, reflecting the blue glow from Jassyn’s fists. The prince grinned, clearly not frightened like he was. “Then wield it.”
Tendrils lit up in Serenna’s vision, a thousand ribbons igniting with light. There were streamers everywhere, like endless waves rippling in the ocean. The sky above, the earth below—an eternal sea of twisting currents.
“Do all she-elves have eyes the color of the Lagoon?” With a quirky tilt of his lips, Fenn cocked his head. “Or do you simply capture starlight and give it form?”
“The wraith were created,” he whispered, “with our own people.” Vesryn hit the floor.
He’d been aware the entire time—a prisoner to the knowledge for a century. The prince’s hands muffled his words. “Fuck.”
“Regrets will dine on your mind if you invite them in. There’s a lesson in sorrow, but don’t allow your perceived failures to consume your thoughts.”
“Allow me to finish admiring you before you descend into pyromania.”
“Your prince is dishonorable for tangling your heart,”
Fenn smirked, leaning back on his claws. Kicking one ankle over the other, he circled his tongue along the point of a canine as it elongated. “It’s the fangs, isn’t it?”
Fenn grinned in a way that seemed to outshine the stars. “I don’t bite without permission,” he reassured her with a salacious wink. “But I do hope you’ll ask.”
“I’d gladly accept just a piece if only to protect it.” He squeezed her hand, an offered comfort. “If you trusted me with a shard of your heart, I wouldn’t break it further.”
something in the way Fenn was looking at her had Serenna convinced that he’d try to pluck a shooting star out of the sky if she asked.
Search in tempest’s eye, where fury reigns; nature’s roots, the shade of a glade; or volcano’s core, where flames cascade.
Find me, she-elf. The echo of his thought brushed her mind, a gentle caress. When it’s your time to soar the skies. Find me, and our dust can dance between the stars.
