Recent content by Liviana

Liviana watched in sickening familiarity as the female was pulled from the crate, her mind frozen in horror. How could she have not known that they'd been doing this all along. How naive had she been to think that she had been the only one? Had her sisters truly been left in peace, or where they...

Liviana spoke gentle reassurances into the crate as Otto retrieved the blade she required. She had lost count of the years that she had been kept by the Regisfords, but how long had they been capturing Fae? She'd thought it'd just been her... Anger rose up and burned like bile in her chest, but...

Of course it was magically sealed. "I can't.. I, haven't.." she stuttered in panic. Aside her glamour, she hadn't been permitted to use any other magic, and it had been so long since she had performed even the simplest of cantrips. Now back amongst the trees and grass, she could feel her energy...

"Unfortunately, physical strength is not... well, a strength of mine.." she huffed, but the smile she wore dwindled as she took a closer look at the crates he spoke of. A memory shuddered through her, and her heart felt like it sank into the pit of her stomach. "Be careful.." she urged him...

She was certain that he couldn't truly understand the relief she felt when he accepted the revelation without a spike of anger or greed. That he did not immediately seek self gain through use of her magick was assuring, and she smiled softly at him as he spoke. "I promised myself to a man named...

Surprisingly, he had taken it rather well, so far at least. Regardless, her stomach twisted with nerves at the explanation she knew that he would not only want, but deserved. How well would he take it then? Any human who had ever known what she was or was capable of saw her as a thing of value...

She waited in her guise for as long as it took to be certain that the men had done precisely as they'd been told. Her hearing was just as keen in any form, and she reminded herself to be more careful. She'd been so wrapped up in the fun of it all that, had it not been for Otto, she'd have run...

She had never in all of her long years met a man like Otto Von Geist. It was difficult to be wary, to remind herself that she should be frightened of humans and what they did to creatures like her - when all he did was make her smile. She covered her mouth with her free hand to stifle a quiet...

She almost squealed into his hand as she was tugged back into his hold, her eyes widened and found sight of the men up ahead, causing the sudden rigid tension in her muscles to loosen and a shuddered breath to tumble free across his knuckles. Slowly, he fingers curled around his wrist to lower...

When was the last time she'd laughed like this, until her sides ached and her face was wet with tears? Her smile had long since fallen into disuse, but she found herself getting used to the sensation quite quickly. She watched him in distant thought from where she lay, whilst he stared after...

Livvy couldn't watch. She tensed up, her hands on her face and her shoulders bunched to her ears as she turned away, waiting to hear something terrible. "...We don't have a fire," Was he stalling? She turned to peek at him through her fingers, and amusement simmered in her stomach, but she...

She laughed so hard that her sides ached and tears streamed from her eyes. Livvy had to hold on for dear life, between the squirming bird and how unexpectedly difficult it appeared it was to stay seated. She let out a bleat of a sound as the horse stumbled, certain she was about to fall before...

She was not dropping this damned squirmy chicken. The brazen little hen was still putting up one hell of a fight as Liviana stumbled her way out of the pen. She grimaced as her horse was dancing out of reach, the farmer's angry gaze set upon her as she stepped backwards from him. "We're sorry...

Livvy flashed him a grin and nodded firmly in agreement. Her hips bucked as she urged the horse forward.. "We'd like to go to the chicken coop.. please.." she whispered to the beast, surprised that it seemed to conform without resistance. Once there, finally, Livvy scanned once more for any sign...

Okay. This was fun. So much so that she was giggling like an idiot by the time they'd reached the paddock. Horses. For years they had pulled the Regisfords' carriages and clopped in lazy routine around the city streets with soul-deep sadness in their tired eyes. The feeling had been mutual, and...