12-15-2018, 11:39 PM
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Alex+Brush' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .wallace_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; height: auto; background-image: url('https://i.postimg.cc/5t14Lp8k/wallace-bg.png'); width: 600px; padding: 0 0 0 0; border: solid 2px #000; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px #000; } .wallace_container p { margin: 0; } .wallace_image { position: relative; z-index: 3; width: 600px; } .wallace_text { position: relative; z-index: 5; width: 560px; margin-bottom: -200px; border-left: solid 1px #000; border-right: solid 1px #000; } .wallace_message { position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #000; padding: 30px; } .wallace_quote { position: relative; text-align: center; color: #dadada; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 1px; padding-top: 30px; } .wallace_name { position: absolute; z-index: 9; color: #979797; text-align: center; font: 100px 'Alex Brush', cursive; margin-top: 730px; margin-left: 280px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #979797; }</style> <center> <div class="wallace_container"> <div class="wallace_text"> <p class="wallace_quote">this time I’m torn, please wake me if I lose that face <br>search in these eyes: there’s still fire in the darkness </p> <p class="wallace_message">He lowered his massive body next to hers and she felt instantly a little warmer. And safer. The added warmth bathed her just as she caught the scent of blood, and she sighed softly in gratitude. He'd left space between them, and she was grateful for that too. Or would've been had she not been so cold. As it was, she shifted closer and leaned into him greedily, her teeth chattering again as she pinched her eyes shut.
How was it that she felt so comfortable with him after only seeing him once before? Since dreams don't count.
She blushed but kept her head tucked down beside his shoulder in exhaustion. He could hear her thoughts, she knew, and she was probably the worst at controlling them. Or not projecting them quite so loudly. His breath of more heat distracted her and settled her. Her body relaxed against him again and she sank into a numb, feeling her skin prickling as if it was thawing out under his care. Why was it so damn cold?
<i>"I can't counteract it completely."</i> Counteract the winter? That should be something simple for a magician, shouldn't it? She would've frowned but she was too weary, enjoying the feel of his breath against her neck as he spoke. Typically, she would have been keeping a deliberate distance between them, between her and anyone. Exhaustion and desperation took the blame for now.
She went still as his mouth lingered down to her shoulder, her pulse kicking up erratically. That was probably more intimate, right? Maybe. No, probably not. God, she sucked at this. She would've known so certainly at one time, yet now her doubt and broken self-confidence kept her second-guessing everything. It was all in her head, she promised herself. She was just seeing things where there was nothing to see. Why in the hell would Woolf have any interest in her? She was so plain, and he was so very not.
<i>"I will do what I can though. Do you trust me?"</i>
She swallowed and fought her heart rate back down as best she could, nodded silently. It was strange to perhaps, but she did. For whatever reason. Her brows tightened in consideration. Why would she trust him? He was powerful like Kirby, could do whatever he wanted with her. She slowly grew more tense, replacing that very short distance he'd had between them when he'd first laid down with her.
This was deja vu though. She'd thought that before in a dream. He hadn't liked it then, and she was sure he wasn't going to like it now either. Her brown eyes glanced up at him in apology, then away. Just because he'd promised in a dream that he'd never make her do anything she didn't want to didn't mean it was the same in their reality. She could very well be trapped here and his prisoner, for all she knew.
No, wait. She trusted him. She did.
She tried to move the conversation forward rather than dig herself deeper into more things she'd need to apologize for. "I miss my family," she said quietly after clearing her throat a little. She wouldn't say that they probably missed her too. They might if they even realized she was gone, but her absence was probably as invisible to them as she was. Except for her girls, possibly.
"Do you know how long I've been gone? I don't think... I'm not really sure. It hadn't felt like long." But it hadn't felt like long when she'd gone with Reilly and Badden either, and they came back years later not looking a day older.
She threw another apologetic look at him, hadn't meant to be so self-absorbed. "Sorry," she murmured. "How have you been, Woolf? It's been a while." Longer than it felt like. Dreams didn't count.
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How was it that she felt so comfortable with him after only seeing him once before? Since dreams don't count.
She blushed but kept her head tucked down beside his shoulder in exhaustion. He could hear her thoughts, she knew, and she was probably the worst at controlling them. Or not projecting them quite so loudly. His breath of more heat distracted her and settled her. Her body relaxed against him again and she sank into a numb, feeling her skin prickling as if it was thawing out under his care. Why was it so damn cold?
<i>"I can't counteract it completely."</i> Counteract the winter? That should be something simple for a magician, shouldn't it? She would've frowned but she was too weary, enjoying the feel of his breath against her neck as he spoke. Typically, she would have been keeping a deliberate distance between them, between her and anyone. Exhaustion and desperation took the blame for now.
She went still as his mouth lingered down to her shoulder, her pulse kicking up erratically. That was probably more intimate, right? Maybe. No, probably not. God, she sucked at this. She would've known so certainly at one time, yet now her doubt and broken self-confidence kept her second-guessing everything. It was all in her head, she promised herself. She was just seeing things where there was nothing to see. Why in the hell would Woolf have any interest in her? She was so plain, and he was so very not.
<i>"I will do what I can though. Do you trust me?"</i>
She swallowed and fought her heart rate back down as best she could, nodded silently. It was strange to perhaps, but she did. For whatever reason. Her brows tightened in consideration. Why would she trust him? He was powerful like Kirby, could do whatever he wanted with her. She slowly grew more tense, replacing that very short distance he'd had between them when he'd first laid down with her.
This was deja vu though. She'd thought that before in a dream. He hadn't liked it then, and she was sure he wasn't going to like it now either. Her brown eyes glanced up at him in apology, then away. Just because he'd promised in a dream that he'd never make her do anything she didn't want to didn't mean it was the same in their reality. She could very well be trapped here and his prisoner, for all she knew.
No, wait. She trusted him. She did.
She tried to move the conversation forward rather than dig herself deeper into more things she'd need to apologize for. "I miss my family," she said quietly after clearing her throat a little. She wouldn't say that they probably missed her too. They might if they even realized she was gone, but her absence was probably as invisible to them as she was. Except for her girls, possibly.
"Do you know how long I've been gone? I don't think... I'm not really sure. It hadn't felt like long." But it hadn't felt like long when she'd gone with Reilly and Badden either, and they came back years later not looking a day older.
She threw another apologetic look at him, hadn't meant to be so self-absorbed. "Sorry," she murmured. "How have you been, Woolf? It's been a while." Longer than it felt like. Dreams didn't count.
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