Recent content by Vazia Ferreira

As Villam leaned forward to kiss her, she both hated and was glad for how brief it was. When he pulled back she kept her eyes shut for a moment, working up the courage to do what she had to do. After a couple moments, she opened her eyes, and reached out a slow, shaky hand, placing her hand on...

Vazia's heart twisted in a way it hadn't in ten years. She did not move as she looked down at him. "Villam, there are things you ought to know about me, if.. if we are going to do this," she said after a moment, her voice soft. He was offering her so much, and she had nothing to give him...

After a few moments of silence, Vazia noticed the rise and fall of Villam's breath had changed, and she realized he was awake. She shifted her head to look up at him just as he looked down at her. She knew the words on his lips before she heard them and a fear unlike anything she'd ever known...

The sunrise was soft and slow as Vazia awoke. She could not recall dreaming, and she thought it might have been the first time she had slept without nightmares interrupting her slumber. She also thought she knew why. She had never been as warm as she was now. Villam's arms were a solid, safe...

The way Villam was looking at her, it was sure to undo her; if he hadn't already with his kisses, the look in his eyes promised he would. He saw her, in a way no one else did. Even though they had only really started talking for a few weeks, already they were reaching across the Void for each...

Villam and Vazia were descending into a heat that was nigh impossible to retreat from. After she removed their masks he reclaimed her mouth, stoking the fire between them, keeping it burning high. He was doing wondrous things with his mouth and his hands; his lips finding their way to her neck...

Vazia fell into Villam as he returned her kiss with passion he was famous for. It was easier to forget the Void when he kissed her and held her like this. The music from the Tower Courtyard above faded away as Villam pulled her ever closer. There was no nervousness now, from either of them, and...

How had they gotten here? From no more than passing glances to a passionate embrace and life-changing words? Vazia was afraid to think about it for too long, for fear that Villam would slip away from her. She had been without her stone for the majority of the day today, and yet there was no...

Suddenly they were no longer moving, though the music still continued. She could not tear her gaze away from Villam's, even if she had wanted to. She knew the look she saw in his eyes, and she wondered what he saw in her own. His hand came up to her face, and she placed her now free hand on...

Vazia's feet seemed to move of their own accord as she moved with Villam. She was glad for it, because she was not thinking of dancing right now. Villam's words threatened to undo her. How had he managed to hit her fears on the head? Had she gone so long without any emotions that she no longer...

Vazia had been here before. Not here, in this pavilion, nor in Villam's arms, but she had seen that look he had in his eyes, and heard words like the ones he spoke now, from someone else. Villam dipped her and then pulled her to him until she was flush against him. She felt as if she were...

Vazia did not know how to dance. Unless you considered the art of assassination a dance with knives, which most did not. She was not particularly surprised that Villam did not know how to dance either, which perhaps eased Vazia a bit. Could two wrongs make a right? Vazia kept her gaze on him as...

The two walked up the path towards the Tower, reaching the courtyard crowded with people. It was harder to tell who everybody was but she felt Villam tense beside her and she followed his gaze to a woman who could only be Lale. Vazia thought her fox mask was very fitting and was glad when she...

Vazia wondered for a moment if what she had said upset him, but then the longer she looked at him, the more he seemed surprised and moved. She was still quiet as he finally responded, finishing his drink as he did. He liked her. She was sorely tempted to ask him why but she knew that she...

Vazia was quiet a moment after he spoke. She knew the barebones story of Villam's mother; she had died in childbirth. And yet Villam spoke of her as if he knew her, and perhaps he did, through hearing stories from his father, stories from the people who knew her, and even just that feeling, that...