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When the two of them were sitting and talking like this, not about their goals or their destination, but about themselves... it was easy to forget where Illyria came from, that this wasn't something she'd experienced a hundred times before. Then she started downing orange juice like it was the...

Crux lifted the juice to his lips the moment it arrived, if not because he was parched then because it gave him an excuse not to talk. Illyria wasn't skilled with idle chatter, but she was still leagues ahead of him. Though he wasn't hungry, he still found himself poking at the bit of breakfast...

While Illyria reveled in the memories of last night as she enjoyed her breakfast, Crux struggled with his own memory of their joining. He still sat in the room that had ended up being unused, perched on the foot of the bed with his belongings at his side. Try as he might, he could not muster up...

It was somewhat of a shock to Crux, how nonchalant Illyria acted, especially after the outburst of emotion they'd both experienced only the night prior. As she reluctantly rose from the mattress and began to dress herself, he felt that nagging insecurity, that fear of opening himself return...

Only once Illyria's eyes were opened once more did Crux truly feel a hesitant tug on his heart. Too close, a voice said. He'd allowed her too close to him, and now she wouldn't see him as what he was, as the dangerous freak he knew himself to be. She would put herself in danger for him, would...

When the light of day finally found its way through the single window, back into the room that Crux and Illyria now shared, it was a dawn unlike any he'd experienced before. The warmth of the sun against his closed lids did not fill him with loathing and misery as it had for so long, the call of...

Even if his lips had touched upon the side of her neck that pumped the blood through her body, Crux knew he wouldn't feel the steady beat of her heart. How could he, when his own rhythm echoed in his ears like a drum in an empty hallway? The cocktail of emotions, so many he'd never felt before...

Perhaps he had let down his defenses, allowed himself to act and speak without the constant antagonism and paranoia that ruled so many of his thoughts and movements. It wasn't a conscious choice he'd made, but being around somebody who, despite his own internal protests, he could no longer deny...

"Well, the skid-marks on the floor beg to differ on that one, Wolf-Girl. I'm staying." She could whine all she wanted, but she'd already demonstrated that she, in fact, could not sleep fine on her own. Crux rolled his eyes, pulling at the straps of his clothing to undress every bit as...

Crux had made his best effort to be as half-assed and backhanded with his apology as possible, but it still ended up sounding rather genuine. Apparently being bad at apologizing went hand-in-hand with being bad at pretending to apologize. Thankfully, Wolf-Girl didn't seem to have much to say...

Crux's admittedly was tempted to ask what the hell she was doing underneath her bed, but given that she'd lived in a cave for who knows how long, he couldn't say he was totally surprised by her choice of sleeping method. Besides, saying the wrong thing would just make her get huffy again, and...

As furious as Crux had been, the temptation to catch a few extra hours of sleep was certainly present. Try as he might, however, he was brimming with energy after having a few days to recover, and a nap just wasn't in the cards for him. Meditation, too, was difficult when he was having so many...

Perhaps for the first time he'd met this strange woman of the woods, Illyria well and truly surprised him. Maybe he'd taken his teasing a bit too far, or maybe she had meant something different by her words than he'd realized. Either way, Crux felt the smirk wipe from his face as she slid from...

For somebody who claimed to not be worried, Illyria almost immediately started expressing doubts once the eyes of others were upon her. The town that sat just beyond the portal stone wasn't even particularly large; Most of those people staying there were travelers such as themselves, and the...

Crux huffed at Illyria's sass. So maybe she did have a little bit of bite to her. He was starting to wonder if the teeth were all for show. He bit his lip to suppress the smirk his lips tried to form, quipping back to her. "Don't get snippy with me because I take care of my needs. We can't all...