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The quicksilver will push any living creature beyond the boundaries of sanity.”
To cut a very long and boring story short, I was forced to travel a pathway without it once. The quicksilver took me, just as it takes everyone. A healer managed to draw most of it from me once I made it back to the Winter Palace, but I was left with a few...lasting reminders. Most Fae only wore their relics when they traveled from one realm to the next. But wearing mine is the only thing that calms the noise in my head. Without it, the line between what’s real and what isn’t blurs very quickly.”
When the pathways closed, the door to our supply trains slammed closed, too. You shouldn’t have been able to touch that sword, let alone draw it. And the silver responded to you. You activated it. You did what only an Alchemist can do. So, no. Human or not, I could not have just left you there to die.”
There had once been three branches of Alchemists—Fae who sought to discover the path to immortality, Fae who sought to create and invent by transmuting various metals and ores, and lastly, Fae who sought to cure illness and disease.
“Elroy swears that a man will lie about the size of his cock every time a woman asks him.” Kingfisher stilled. “Are you asking me how big my cock is, Osha?” “I don’t care how big it is. I care about the way you answer.” A slow, terrifying smirk spread across his face. “It’s big enough to make you scream and then some.”
OH.
Samantha liked this
I kept repeating it to myself, over and over again, as if it were the answer to a question I didn’t know how to ask. Annorath mor. Annorath mor. Annorath mor.
“Admittedly, I do enjoy when a female kneels for me, but in this particular case…”
U dirty dawg
“Careful, human. We Fae have an excellent sense of smell. You’d be amazed what we can scent floating on the air.”
OOP -
“I like being surprised,” Fisher said, spinning his fork over in his hand. “I’m also a fan of aggressive foreplay. It’ll be a fun reminder.”
Ok mr freak nasty
He smiled suggestively as he said, “Swallow.”
Oh he talks u thru it
“You could at least say hello before you start eye-fucking me.” “I wasn’t eye-fucking you. I was trying to see through all of this… steam.”
HAHA
I hadn’t seen many beautiful things in my short life. But, of all the beautiful things I had seen, Fisher was the most beautiful of all.
Oh shes in the trenches
“If you want it, come here and touch it,” he rumbled.
The crest on the front of it was almost worn smooth, but I could still make out the design: two crossed swords wrapped in thin vines.
“Thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum. Fast. Erratic, like a hummingbird. I hear it bouncing around all over the place when you look at me. Did you know that?”
Damn caught
“I don’t hate your kind. I’m just disappointed by how breakable you are. If I held you down and fucked you the way I’m imagining fucking you right now, I doubt that you’d survive it.”
Well we might as well try and find out
You want to touch me the way I’m touching you, don’t you? To feel the weight of me beneath your palms. The heat of me…” He angled his head a fraction, something wicked dancing in his eyes.
“That your body is betraying you in other ways. That I can smell you, Little Osha, and I’m thinking about drinking the sweet nectar you’re making for me straight from the fucking cup.”
Omg guys COOL IT (pls keep going)
“Careful,” he panted. “I swore I’d be still while you kissed me. At no point did I promise to exercise restraint if you climbed up into my lap and started grinding yourself against my cock.”
ITS GETTIN HOT IN HERE
“I didn’t say I minded. But for next time, that’s where the line is. You want to cross it, I’ll happily join you on the other side. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Hes so slutty
“This is not my brother, Fisher. This is Carrion fucking Swift!”
Broo u had one job
“I tracked your bloodline. It led me right to him. I asked him who he was. He said he was Hayden Fane. Ergo, I brought you Hayden Fane.” “Were you pinning him against a wall and holding a sword to his throat when you asked him?” I demanded. “No. I had him in a headlock. I hadn’t even drawn the sword. Not then, anyway.”
Lmfao hes ubreal
“I hate that fucking place, but I went there for you. I got stabbed seven times in various parts of my body. For you.
As he’d commanded, I didn’t make a sound. What the hell had he done to me? Why was my body not my own?
Blood oath babes
Always pay attention to the fine print. The devil’s in the details.
“Feeling a little sore, human?” “Sore doesn’t come close,” I grumbled. “I’ll happily kiss all of your aches and pains better for you once we strike camp. I’ve been told my mouth has healing properties. Especially when administered between a pair of thighs.”
I kinda have the ick
“It’s an honor to kneel at the feet of the Dragon’s Bane. Please. A blessing, Commander? Only… only if you see fit to, of course,” he stammered.
Dragons bane?
Kingfisher considered me, one eyebrow curving with interest. “Are you thinking about running? Gods, I hope so. I’ll give you a head start if you like. It’s been an age since I’ve hunted anything.”
“He used to be kinder,” Ren whispered. “But the quicksilver inside of him… It makes it difficult for him to think straight. It wears on him. It’s exhausting for him, shutting out the voices. It’s made him hard.”
So essentially he is schizophrenic
Kingfisher stilled, his fingertips curling tighter around Nimerelle’s hilt. His eyes darted from Carrion to me and back again; then he looked off toward the other side of the room, seemingly at nothing.
Omg hes obv jealous
His skin was pale apart from a single, stark black rune visible between the base of his skull and his shirt collar. It was complex, all interlocking fine lines, loops, and curls.
“There’s every way,” Fisher rumbled, his eyes darkening. “I’d know the smell of you anywhere. On anyone. I’d know it blind and in the dark. Across a fucking sea. I’d be able to scent you—”
Is this hot
“Mm. You’re right. I don’t think you will invite me. When the time comes, I think you’ll beg—”
But he was all wound up about not liking the way I smelled, so I figured fuck it. Whatever. A bath for a new pair of boots was a fair trade.
Omg its cus he smelled like her pheromones obv
All we know is that when the god swords went silent and abandoned the rest of the Fae who carried them, Nimerelle stayed. At a cost. The blade used to shine brilliant silver. As the centuries have passed, it’s blackened and tarnished. But Nimerelle has stayed. The spirit of that sword or the magic inside it, whatever you choose to believe it is, has stayed. No matter what, it’s never left him.”
“So what? They are clean.” “That’s the only positive thing that can be said about them.”
Hes so diva
“She’s right,” Fisher said. “She’s made her decision. Let her sit wherever she wants to sit.” Ren gave him an odd look. “Really?” “Really.”
Whats the prob w sitting on his right
Archer, who stared at me, eyes huge in his head, as he placed a soup spoon beside the bowl he put in front of me. I smiled at him, and he squeaked, his eyes darting to the floor.
Whats his deallll
“Eat, Little Osha.” His lips moved, but he spoke softly, casting his voice. “Gods, will you stop doing that?” I hissed under my breath. “Why? I’ve seen the way your skin breaks out in goose bumps when I speak to you like this.”
“I’ve compelled you three times. All three times, I think you’ll find it was for your own good.” “That’s a horrible excuse! You—” “If I were evil and using your oath for my own purposes, I’d order you onto your knees for me,” he said, cutting me off. “I’d order you to part your legs for me. I’d order you to suck and fuck me until you passed out from exhaustion. Is that what you want, Little Osha?”
Yeah kinda
“You’re thinking about my hands sliding up the insides of your thighs right now,” he said. “About my fingers slipping inside the wet folds of you. Working against your swollen clit, rubbing you until you’re panting and whimpering, begging for me to sink my cock into your—”
U HAVE AN AUDIENCE
A large tent, then. Had to be. Fisher would need a sizable space to house his fucking ego, after all.
LOL
“Doing some research?” I couldn’t imagine that he was the type to settle down with a work of fiction. Fisher surveyed the collection of tomes that covered every available surface and grunted. “You could say that.” “Something important?” “Very important to me,” he clipped out. From the hard edge in his voice, he wasn’t going to say anything further on the matter. I let it drop.
Sus
“I watched you for a while back there. You fight well,” he murmured. A compliment? From Fisher? Rather than filling me with pride, annoyance seethed beneath the surface of my skin. “And I bet you’re so shocked. A female human, holding her own against a Fae warrior. That must have grated something fierce.” He gave me an arch look. “No. I wasn’t shocked. You can tell by the way a person moves if they’ve had training. I knew from the first moment I saw
It wasn’t just how he looked. There was something else there, too. Something that made my body come alive. His scent, and the way I knew that he’d entered a room before I saw him, and the melancholy tug at the root of my soul whenever he wasn’t in a room, and—
Well this is…something
Black shadows spilled from Fisher’s fingers. Smoke roiled up the table legs and swept across the tabletop like morning mist rolling across a field. It swallowed our food, the wicker basket, everything. With a crash, the table flipped, toppling to the floor, and then Fisher was on his feet, lifting me out of my chair, lifting me from the ground… crossing the tent. My back slammed up against something solid and hard—a bookcase?—but it wasn’t the shock of the pain that ripped the air from my lungs. It was Fisher’s mouth. His lips crashed down onto mine. For a brief moment, I didn’t react. I’d
...more
EXCUSE ME?
He shook his head emphatically, his eyes begging me not to speak. Quickly, he took hold of my hand and placed it onto his chest, right in the center. Thum, thum, thum, thum, thum, thum.…
HES TORTURED
“I can’t trust anything,” he whispered breathlessly. And that was when he let me go. When I needed him not to. Right when I needed him to stay and explain what the last one hundred and twenty seconds meant. He gathered up his cloak, swung it around his shoulders, and headed out into the waning light.
Fuck
