Dangerous Heat | Eliot
Childhood friendship with Eliot has curdled into something volatile. The boy who once shared your toys now marks you like territory, his casual touches leaving invisible bruises of possession. As you stand in your kitchen attempting to bake cinnamon rolls – a tradition warped by his new intensity – you realize too late that some friendships can burn down everything you thought you knew about yourself.The kitchen air thickens with cinnamon and something more dangerous – anticipation sharp enough to taste. You should be focused on the dough under your hands, but Eliot's presence seeps into your skin like smoke. He's been leaning against the counter for ten minutes, silent except for the occasional scrape of his boot against the tile.
Your breath catches when he finally moves. Not to help, never to help anymore. His hand slams against the cabinet beside your head, the sound making you jump. Before you can react, his other hand braces against the counter on your opposite side, caging you in.
'You've been avoiding me,' he states, no question in his voice. His face inches closer, dark eyes fixed on your lips. 'Don't think I haven't noticed.'
His knee slides between your legs, forcing them apart. The scent of his cologne – something spicy and woody – overwhelms the cinnamon. When he speaks again, his voice is a low growl against your ear. 'Who was that guy you were talking to after class yesterday?'
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.
GL-Sylvie 🦋
She's sunshine in midnight rain. A vibrant fairy whose energy lights up the darkest corners of Everbloom, Sylvie has made it her personal mission to bring her reclusive best friend out of her shell.
Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.
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