Recent content by Ianthe

A complicate knot of emotions formed in Ianthe's throat as he let the glamour fall. She had already seen Saang in varying states of undress of course. A soldiers life did not lend itself to modesty and fae were not prudes to begin with. But this somehow felt more intimate. He wanted her to...

Once, on one of her smuggling missions, Ianthe had found herself in possession of a chest full of books. She had hoped, when she stole the ship, it would be full of the silks, golds and goods she had already found. She'd been disappointed but there had been enough wealth in the other chests that...

Ianthe didn't dare take her eyes from his as he spoke, analysing every little twitch or flicker in his movements that might indicate a loophole to his words. None presented themselves. He spoke plain and true. There was something inside her that seemed to hum with the truth of it even before the...

It took very ounce of control Ianthe had not to back down when Saang approached. It was a habit that had been drilled into her from birth to make oneself small when a handler approached, to appear meek in the face of her betters. But Ianthe was free now. She refused to bow to anyone ever again...

As they walked the kelpie's steps changed from impatient determination to hesitant. The moment of joy and triumph she had felt when he had finally, finally, claimed her lips felt like the high she often got after a kill. But much like that, it faded when not sated regularly. She was wholly...

Ianthe was fairly certain at least three of the things she wanted to do were illegal in the Night Court, and possible even the Winter and Summer Courts too. She bit the inside of her cheek and her eyes danced with an emotion Saang had only ever seen from her when taken to her aquatic kelpie...

Good is boring. Ianthe's toes curled. Dark Mother help her. A shiver that was only partially due to the graze of his lips travelled down her spine and turned her stomach to molten heat. Her eyes drifted half shut as his kisses and touches continued. Thoughts she had never really had before rose...

Please. She had always thought the word a weak one, yet the yearning in the single word made her knees threaten to give way. "This will end terribly," Ianthe warned though she didn't pull away, didn't even move an inch so she might better look at him. The only movement she made was to let her...

A noise that could have been outrage, surprise, or relief came from the back of Ianthe's throat as he leant down to claim her lips. It felt like a moment she had been waiting for without truly realising it. Like there had always been something missing and no matter how far she ran, how much she...

Ianthe had fought countless wars, but never one against herself. Not like this. To keep a secret and protect what little of his warmth she would be afforded as a friend... or share it and risk being cold for the rest of her life. She shut her eyes. "Was mine own fathers head not enough of a...

Ianthe knew she was letting him catch her. She could have danced out of the way of his hand as it reached for her arm again when she had tried to move past him. She could have put him on the floor even now with his hand on her. She could have and she should have... then why didn't she. Her eyes...

Ianthe stiffened at his touch but she did stop, though she could not bring herself to look at him. There were too many things she wanted to see in his face. Knew there would be just enough there to convince her he truly felt what he said. She didn't believe him to be a liar - the fae couldn't...

The part of herself she kept a secret yearned to take his hand when he let it drop, but Ianthe had suffered too many losses, too many broken promises, to let that foolish part of her take control right now. Saang might have treated her fairer than the other handlers, might have given her her...

Ianthe could list perfectly the name of every lover Saang had taken since she had begun to feel her eyes linger on him as he had left the Stables. Each one had been written with a knife into her very flesh and a pain she had been willing to bear. It had reminded her of how stupid she was to...

That made the kelpie blink. And blink again. She opened her mouth to say something before closing it. A tense silence settled between them and Ianthe could think of nothing to break it with. What he said was treason. Treason far beyond the 'treason' they had all committed in picking a Prince...