Recent content by Lyssia D'avore

"It would be if I could use it when someone is fighting me," she said. There might have been an edge to it, anger or frustration. It was also a misdirection. Being attacked was not the only time the enlivening flow of magic refused to bend to her will without on hell of a fight. Any kind of...

Her heart fluttered under his intense scrutiny, and everywhere his eyes went seemed to burn in response. The faintest flush of his cheeks seemed like some kind of victory. She hid the fire that burned within as best she could, looking away at nearly the same time he did. It was not fair that he...

She might have snapped his head off at the implied slight if she wasn't wrung out like a rag. Such a fit of pique would not make her look anything other than a spoiled noblewoman, never mind that she that she had been and that his internal thoughts were more accurate than she would have liked to...

It became abundantly clear that she was not a soldier, and it did not take long for her to be puffing and panting and really, really regretting wearing a dress. However simple and plain it might have been. Those skirts were tied up (reluctantly) ten minutes in. Her balance was fine, and she was...

She was prepared for rejection, prepared to be told that such things were no place for her, for a Lady to be. And as the silence stretched, she prepared to dig her heels in. The mere possibility of denial made her ready to fight; a touch of red entered her cheeks that was all anger and nothing...

She had watched before, followed the deadly dance of combat. There was beauty in this that was completely separate from the Captain. Of course, his presence merely added to the effect and she kept herself from openly staring. Barely, but successfully all the same. She turned to leave before he...

Sleep proved to be elusive, if not outright impossible. Lyssia lay in her bed staring at the ceiling as the light filtering through the window faded from twilight to moon-soaked darkness. She could not keep her thoughts from circling round Elijah. Well, not simply the Captain; she had difficulty...

She couldn't deny crushing disappointment when he said nothing as she left. At least, she couldn't deny it to herself and do it with a straight face. That said, she wasn't going to wear her heart on her sleeve in public, and even though it felt like something inside had crumpled she kept her...

"Take all the time you need. All the time in the world," she said. He was not the only one that had suffered heartache, even if their tales were different. He had loved and lost; she had never felt this way about another. And yet... her family was gone, leaving her alone in the world. Mostly...

Icy fear swirled within, mixing and competing with a burst of affection. She felt her eyes burn at the admission - the one she hoped for, the one she feared she would never get. "Because you are a man," she chided gently, deflecting. "I'll forgive you this time," she added, scrubbing at the...

Companionable silence was welcome, if unnerving after many minutes had passed. It gave her an opportunity to wrestle through the myriad, often contradictory feelings that raged just below the surface. It also left her questioning whether or not she had said too much. If she had revealed too much...

A moment stretched out, one in which she wasn't entirely sure she would not feint from relief or melt into a puddle on the floor. She had been terrified of outright rejection, of putting her heart and soul forward and out into the world only to have it bruised and battered, trampled and...

The silence after the question stretched to the point of pain, her lips parted, her mind wildly trying to come up with an answer that her heart was wildly screaming her to speak. Fear paralyzed her - the same cowardice that condemned her time and time again in the past. Only, this time she...

I want you to hold me, she did not say. Even thinking such a thing in the privacy of her own head made her flush as crimson as a ripe strawberry. She wanted perhaps more than just that, but the way forward in matters such as this were narrow and paved with knives. "I want the man, not the...

There was a moment where she found herself shocked and not a little afraid that somehow she had offended him or invaded him in a private moment. That she was not wanted here, that she was an intruder, an outsider. It was only a moment, before she realized it was none of those things, but...