Recent content by Lyria Killoran

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...

She knew the smile she threw his way would only spite him, but his incredulity only made things fun. There was something witty on the tip of her tongue, until voices could be heard. Lyria ignored most in this area, too used to attention due to her finely tailored and fashionable attire. Lyria...

"Missed me?" She appeared out from the temple with a smug smile. There he was, waiting in the same fashion she had come to know him in. The way he held himself never changed, and that was how she began to notice someone watching her in the previous days since returning home. Telling him who she...

Lyria snorted, but noted the small nickname he had begun to use for her. "I will take my leave then... to think some more of you." She stood, hands braced on the table as she leaned forward. "I will see you at the Sun God's little temple. You know, the one beside the Alley of Glass." An alley...

Lyria crooked her lips into a smile. "Like my wrists?" This time, she would humour him. He seemed to want to get a rise out of her, but Lyria heard it all before, and often with filthy detail of what some people wished to do with her. Some liked how golden her hair was, how she spoke with a...

Her hand held his in place to keep him from slipping it out from their grasp. "Oh, good boy." She grinned, and a touch of ferality coated it. "You are clever and sharp." Now that he figured it out, Lyria sliced her hand with her free one, letting blood spill until it coated both their fingers...

"If you are so afraid of me taking the time to betray you... then perhaps I can offer you a pact?" Did he suspect part of her heritage? Would the way she phrased the offer make him suspicious of her or had he not figured it out yet? It was a quarter of her bloodline, and could be smelled upon...

"No. Not the entire time, you elven oaf." Lyria scoffed. "I will name a time and place to exchange my information with you and that is when I will join." She narrowed her eyes to his own assessing stare of her. It always provided her with entertainment watching people notice things about her...

Lyria sat up straighter in her seat, her smile growing with genuine cheerfulness as he relinquished his knife to her. "A fine price to pay, seeing it cut me earlier." And which the wound of such a thin slice was now faded to something faint. It had been healing, slowly, but surely it looked as...

Crude as he was, it did not make her blush nor did it make her disgusted. A fair few things had been brutalised out of her to seek companionship for the emotion of it all, but even physical attraction played its part when it came to Lyria. She snorted either way, shaking her head at him. "Yes...

"Oh please, do not tell me you are going to continue being highwaymen." Lyria groaned as she pushed her ale towards him. "I do not drink on the job." She said simply. For he was right. She had those that would like to see her fall, and had some brushes in the past where she had to go on the...