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Despite herself, Eda curled her fingers into his, seeking his stability.
His expression flickered.
Robin whispered words that might have been Old Weslic, totally incomprehensible. The old woman was unnervingly still. A gentle breeze sent the candles flickering and stirred Eda's hair. Kit's focus drifted, following the curls as they danced. Then he seemed to catch himself, eyes snapping back.
— Oct 06, 2026 02:56PM
His expression flickered.
Robin whispered words that might have been Old Weslic, totally incomprehensible. The old woman was unnervingly still. A gentle breeze sent the candles flickering and stirred Eda's hair. Kit's focus drifted, following the curls as they danced. Then he seemed to catch himself, eyes snapping back.
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“When I want to be quiet, I can be quiet for a very long time. And when I put my mouth to good use, I'm not the one who starts babbling-"
Eda bit her lip so she didn't say something silly to him like Do your horns get in the way? and now she was thinking about horns and how they would, technically, make a rather convenient place to hold on to.
Kit stared as though he meant to swallow her whole.
— 12 hours, 59 min ago
Eda bit her lip so she didn't say something silly to him like Do your horns get in the way? and now she was thinking about horns and how they would, technically, make a rather convenient place to hold on to.
Kit stared as though he meant to swallow her whole.
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“No demonic nonsense. I heard you, hag."
“That includes running underneath women's skirts as a mouse."
"Not sure I can promise anything."
"So you are a lecher," Eda accused.
"A jest, darling. Where I come from, a male risks his head being swiftly removed from his shoulders for such disrespect. I'm not crawling under anyone's skirts.” He glanced at her from beneath his lashes.
"Unless invited, of course."
— 13 hours, 2 min ago
“That includes running underneath women's skirts as a mouse."
"Not sure I can promise anything."
"So you are a lecher," Eda accused.
"A jest, darling. Where I come from, a male risks his head being swiftly removed from his shoulders for such disrespect. I'm not crawling under anyone's skirts.” He glanced at her from beneath his lashes.
"Unless invited, of course."
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A man tried to elbow Eda out of his way. Kit turned with a snarl and tore the offender off her so violently she heard a crack.
WE LOVE A PROTECTIVE MAN
— 13 hours, 18 min ago
WE LOVE A PROTECTIVE MAN
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"Perhaps you are more muse than poet."
"A muse?"
"One who inspires the words."
Eda chuckled. "That doesn't sound like me."
"Yes,” he said at once, "it does.”
— 13 hours, 23 min ago
"A muse?"
"One who inspires the words."
Eda chuckled. "That doesn't sound like me."
"Yes,” he said at once, "it does.”
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"I could show you far more than this," he whispered in her ear. "There are grander playhouses than the Maiden's Lyre. Productions a hundred times more extravagant. Comedies, romances, adventures, tragedies—“
"No tragedies."
“No tragedies,” he corrected.
SOMEBODY SEDATE MEEEEE
— 13 hours, 24 min ago
"No tragedies."
“No tragedies,” he corrected.
SOMEBODY SEDATE MEEEEE
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"I hope they get to be together,” Eda whispered. "I hate sad endings.”
Kit said nothing. The silence stretched on long enough that she tore her eyes away from the stage, only to swallow.
He was not watching the actors. He was watching her. She had an odd feeling that he'd been looking for some time.
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP
— 13 hours, 24 min ago
Kit said nothing. The silence stretched on long enough that she tore her eyes away from the stage, only to swallow.
He was not watching the actors. He was watching her. She had an odd feeling that he'd been looking for some time.
SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP
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The crowd tittered. Eda barked a laugh herself, surprised. She covered her mouth and glanced sideways. Kit's eyes slid away from her. His throat might have bobbed-but it was hard to tell in the dark.
— 13 hours, 29 min ago
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A hand snatched hers without warning. Eda jerked.
Kit glared down at her. "Never,” he snapped, "compare yourself to him. You're worth a thousand of that arsehole."
Long fingers curled over hers. His thumb moved against her palm, discovering the creases there.
Kit's gaze dipped to her mouth. It was shocking somehow. Heat pooled low in her belly.
— 13 hours, 45 min ago
Kit glared down at her. "Never,” he snapped, "compare yourself to him. You're worth a thousand of that arsehole."
Long fingers curled over hers. His thumb moved against her palm, discovering the creases there.
Kit's gaze dipped to her mouth. It was shocking somehow. Heat pooled low in her belly.