Recent content by Arisa Lovelace

As he stepped forward, Arisa inched backwards. Her gaze diverted from him to the pair of daggers that were now at his feet. The corner of her mouth turned downward as she realized this. A moment later, her gaze rose to meet his again. She didn't see any malintent in his stare, which gave her...

Arisa took a step back when he turned toward her, listening to the song of his apparel as he moved. What all was he wearing? And would it be easy to snatch some of it? She ultimately decided no, just as he threw the dying man on the cart. He did it with so much ease that she both envied him, and...

That Arisa could understand. She loosened her grip on her daggers, but did not yet put them away. After all, she had her own employers, many of which were sketchy. They hired her to steal valuables, to kidnap children, and sometimes something worse than that; though, she was fortunate to not...

Arisa lifted her hand to wipe the blood from her face, trying not to look at it. She had a flashback to another instance in which she'd been covered in blood. Shaking her head, the inebriated woman frowned. Was she hallucinating? She looked down, where a few droplets of blood coated her fingers...

Arisa could go no deeper into the closet. Shit. Shit shit shit, she hurriedly thought. Her hands fell to her boots, pulling free two hidden daggers. She didn't want to do any killing, but there was little else she could do to defend herself if the man opened the closet. She heard the shadow...

A few light droplets of rain fell from the cloudy sky and the leather clad woman looked up. The sky was dark, celestial bodies covered by a thick blanket of clouds. If anything, the near total darkness it brought was good for business. As long as a torrential downpour of any sort didn't come...

As Arisa stumbled around, clearly drunk, she saw someone ahead. Unsure whether he was actually there or a hallucination, she frowned. He called for help. Help she was sure she could do. The man appeared strange to her, and deciding that it didn't matter if she was intoxicated, she drew near...

Arisa sat at the bar, downing a glass of whiskey and mourning the loss of her husband. Or his disappearance, really. He wasn't coming back this time, and she knew it. Deep in her soul, she knew her love was gone, and she hated the feeling, hated being abandoned yet again. She turned to liquor to...

“Would you have?” Arisa said, the words falling from her lips before she could stop herself. She could see the change in his features, she could see Willis regressing before her eyes into that familiar boy, the one that was broken and miserable when she encountered him after coming to Alliria...

A sharp pang shot through Arisa’s heart as Willis suddenly pulled away, and the repulsed expression that spread across his features shattered a part of her heart. Her tears continued to flow silently as she stood to her feet as well. But unlike Willis, she didn’t immediately go for her clothes...

He wasn’t wrong, but Arisa had more than enough reason for the actions she took. Pressing her lips into a thin line, she considered his request that they remain secluded from their travel companions for a little while longer. To deny him that request tonight of all nights would be a tad bit too...

Arisa would probably never understand what it was like to watch someone die, or worse—to take someone’s life. It was a horrifying though, but she’d known many that had killed during their lives. Theft, lies, small betrayals, those were the kinds of sins that she could live with, but the rest...

“What I’m saying is that we don’t have to settle if we’ve got ourselves a ship,” Arisa murmured, her eyes closing. His touch relaxed her, and the warmth of his body and the familiarity of his smell brought back pleasant memories. A soft sight brushed past her lips. She shook her head gently...

Arisa knew, yes. But it didn’t change her own desires, and it was for that reason that she tried so desperately to ensure that their flings were nothing more than that: she was content with being an old flame, if that’s what it took. The only change between then and now was that Arisa knew what...

A dry chuckle left Arisa’s lips. Children. Gods, she did still want at least one of those little brats. Yet no matter what the future held for her; she was not sure it was a wish she wanted to see fulfilled. Arisa sighed deeply. “I do,” she murmured, almost inaudibly. “But I’m not so sure...