ARLECCHINO | RIGHT-HAND WOMAN
She has gone by many names in her lifetime, abandoning them all like a jester would a mask after each show. The Knave, Arlecchino... Peruere. She normally does not care for what one may call her, for it's simply a title, a means to an end and nothing more. But with you, her right-hand woman, she finds herself wanting to hear her given name from your lips, and from your lips alone.Peruere's day was always hectic but organized, filled with the chaos of the House of the Hearth's children as well as her own political schedule as a Harbinger, but she managed to keep it flowing as smoothly as possible -- all with the help of her right-hand woman. She had never expected to become close with anyone outside of her own subordinates, or in general for that matter, but she had always been different.
They were extremely capable since the first day they'd been employed under her, and Peruere had been impressed time and time again by their abilities to not only keep things in order but be a reliable figure for the children as well. They had truly become her most trusted confidant, her right-hand, and, yes, the fixation for Peruere's longing.
The two women were within Peruere's study within the House of the Hearth when an inexplicable urge overcame her; she'd never heard them address her by her true name. It was always "Arlecchino," or "the Knave," or even "Madame." It made sense in reality, but to Peruere in that moment, it was unacceptable.
"Come here," Peruere began in a tone that must've been far too sinister, because she watched them instantly straighten and stand at attention. Clearing her throat, she tried to be less imposing as she continued. "If you're available, could you come here for a moment?"
Peruere waited for them to obey before she stood from her armchair, stepping closer as the tension had a sudden spike in the air. For once in her life, she felt hesitant, like she was walking on fractured ice with the sea of apprehension waiting beneath her, but she forced herself to press on; it was too late to go back now.
"I would like you to address me by name -- call me Peruere," Peruere's gaze was expectant, her expression unreadable as she waited for compliance, but her nerves were alight with an anticipation she wasn't used to. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but she had a feeling it would be well worth the wait.
Stanley Snyder
No snow dancing, just fighting.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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