Recent content by Lyria Killoran

Her mouth roved to his jaw, replacing the softness of her hand and left kisses in trails that led down his jaw before dipping towards his jugular. Lyria's lips moved to the side of his neck before grazing her teeth and bit him gently. "Are you baiting me?" Her voice was low, taking a low...

Her eyes did not close. At least, not yet. The kiss was everything she knew it would be, and she felt herself soften and relax as he finally made the move. Their lips hesitated against one another, but the taste was sweet despite it all. "Well, you indulging, or are you all talk?" Lyria's...

"You will come to know that I have knowledge of a fair few things even you would become rich of learning." Information about herself, the organisation she was part of, even of the secrets she came by to learn of others dwelling in Alliria. She was trained to not be seen, to listen and to...

She hissed, but still did not push him away. In her training over the years, she had learned to keep her throat protected. In one movement, she could die. The neck was a presentation of vulnerability, a reminder she was not like the full blooded fae capable of living thousands of years...

When he moved and declared action, her body tensed for a moment. Enough time to determine if he was going to become a threat, but even as he lowered to his knee before her, her eyes blazed. What will he do? He brought a fist up to her throat, so slowly that she had time to swat him away should...

"Oh, so you heard me when I assassinated that banker yesterday? Is that why you were so enraged and chased after me?" She grinned. "I wear many things, Rob Yew, and if there is horseback travel, I am most comfortable in my leathers. If combat was to occur, the leathers are also extra padding and...

His answer gave her purpose, a chance to counter him. When conversation and words could be wielded in a light spar, it made her blood sing as if she wielded a blade. "Oh, do tell me what you do not like about me. Perhaps I may be tempted to prove you otherwise." Some may call it flirting...

Lyria hummed a sound, using that to answer him. "Without the investment from my family, many businesses and people would not be turning a profit. It is with that funding they are able to operate large organisations. They make money, we make money." It meant there was money beyond that of the...

The question posed to her only earned him a stare, her brows furrowing slightly as if waiting to see if he would follow it up with more questions or context, but he did not. Lyria frowned. "What gave you the idea I had a choice?" The money? Money bought many things, but being born into money...

"Small portion, if you please." Lyria had ate her usual portion of a meal before meeting Rob at the Alley, and even now did not feel too famished. If she were entirely human, she would no doubt have her stomach rumbling. "He will have his portion too, please." Once both bowls were poured...

Her eyes became alight, lashes fluttering heavily at the thought of his insinuation. Once his hand left her mouth, Lyria was free to grin at him, triumphant. "I was not lying when I said you were pretty. Come now, Rob Yew. You are stalling me from my shopping." She did not push him away...

This felt like a dance between them, one she far more enjoyed than those she had danced before at society balls and galas. Perhaps it was the dangerous edge to him that got her excited someone was finally making this far more interesting, but the way he loomed closer and spoke softly, Lyria knew...

His close proximity only earned him a light furrowing of her brows, but it remained when he asked her the question. One brow twitched, deepinging the scowl only a moment. "Maybe you can find that out when you read the second page." Her eyes bore into his single gaze, unperturbed. A moment of...

She ignored a lot of his taunts and comments, especially when he was prone to prattle on about something. Lyria was too preoccupied in steering him down the Alley, hoping he was too preoccupied by his own thoughts to realise she was still dragging him along to a shopping trip. The next stall...

"Good gods, do you ever let anyone else speak or do you get off on your own voice?" She shot him a look, a withering side glance that did well to hide her humour. Lyria watched him a moment, waiting to see if he would at last shut his mouth to allow her to speak uninterrupted. "Well, yes, of...