Recent content by Liviana

For a moment, Liviana said nothing, the weight of Otto’s words settling between them like the cooling embers of the fire. She hadn’t expected him to bare so much, to let his pain spill into the night where she could see it so clearly. The way he spoke of Marjorie, of what had been done to him...

"No." she chuckled to herself. "The Regisfords had far more important uses for me than fishing. Besides, it's not really something I remember learning. It's just, natural I suppose." her head tilted as she thought about it. Livvy watched him as he spoke. She heard the emotion in his voice, saw...

Liviana chuckled softly at his admission, her own legs aching from the relentless pace they'd kept up all day. She realised how comforting it was to have Otto by her side—how his determination and humour made her feel, even in moments like this, as though perhaps they truly could outrun the...

Liviana felt her breath catch as Otto pulled her into his embrace. The warmth of his arms around her was unexpected, but it didn’t feel unwelcome. For a moment, it was enough to quiet the storm inside her, to steady her just as he had done so many times already. His words, earnest and pleading...

Liviana watched Otto with a quiet intensity as he moved quickly, gathering lavender and spreading it among the fae. The weight of their situation pressed down like an iron shackle around her chest. None of them were supposed to be here. When he took her hand, Liviana felt the warmth of his palm...

Liviana blinked through the lingering haze of exhaustion, taking a moment to ground herself in the present. Otto's soft words reverberated with concern, and his hands at her shoulders helped her sit upright as she nodded in silent acknowledgment of his care. The worry etched in his frown tugged...

Liviana’s senses swam back to consciousness in a foggy haze, the remnants of her exhaustion and pain mingling with the distant sounds of nature and Otto’s presence. The comforting pressure of his arm around her shoulder was the first thing she registered. Her head lolled slightly, and she...

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...