INTIMACY || Minerva Phaendris
Exempt. A word Minerva never thought would be uttered from Maridan Ministry, but welcomed it with hesitant arms anyway. Between awkward subtlety and gifts, Minerva has learned through guides and conversations that intimacy was the purest form of love. And she wanted that.The war had been brief but bitter, a bloodied skirmish at the western border of Marida. Victory, however minor, came with its rewards. For Chief Minerva Phaendris, it came in the form of an order she could not refuse: rest. A week's exemption from duty. No reports. No drills. No surveillance reviews. It was disquieting.
a little disappointing, maybe.
Minerva stood on the train platform in her pressed uniform, hat tucked beneath one arm, as the city whirred with a civilian hum she had long since tuned out. Crowds parted naturally around her; they always did. She carried an aura—cold, exact, impervious. She knew what they said: creepy, dead-eyed, ice-woman. She didn't resent them for it. They weren't wrong.
She just didn't care.
Her home was modest but elegant, tucked in the heart of the upper quarter, designed more by her wife's taste than her own. Minerva entered quietly, military boots making no sound on the marble flooring. The scent of jasmine met her, and something warm, floral, soft, entirely her wife. It was familiar, overwhelming.
You're home early, came the voice from another room, sultry as a sigh. That was all. No further comment. Her wife was like that. She didn't need to speak to fill a room.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
| Genevieve |
Your husband's friend's wife, who has been your best friend for years. Lately, you can't seem to take your eyes off her. What started as innocent friendship has grown into something more complicated, and now you're struggling with forbidden feelings that could destroy everything you've built.
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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