Recent content by Vivien Damaris

Vivien’s thoughts had only just begun to settle when he returned, the soft scrape of metal drawing her gaze back to him through a haze that still had not fully lifted. She did not resist when he adjusted her position, though the movement of her neck sent a sharp protest through her spine and a...

Vivien’s breath hitched when his thumb brushed her lips, not in protest, but in startled surrender. Her lashes fluttered, heavy, eyes unfocused, as he lifted her again. The world tilted and swam, pain blooming sharply along her spine as she was carried, but she did not fight him. She could not...

Her eyes squeezed shut as the creature’s foot lifted, her body bracing for the final, crushing pain, but it never came. Her heart battered wildly against her ribs, uneven, frantic, as the darkness surged again and dragged her under. She was slipping, drifting off when she heard that voice.. It...

Vivien was fighting desperately to stay conscious. Her vision swam, heavy lids fluttering as darkness kept reaching for her, trying its best to drag her under. Her head throbbed where it had struck the frame, and she could feel blood trickle from a wound. Every breath rasped through a throat...

Vivien’s eyes blew wide as the Jarlax caught the poker before it could do any real damage. For a heartbeat she was frozen.. Shaking, trembling, the world narrowed to the warped reflection of her own terror in the blood-slick sheen of its bone mask. 'Silly girl'... She managed only half a...

The days following that rain-soaked night had been… strange. Unsettled. Vivien found it impossible to stop thinking of it. Of him. Arctus haunted her waking thoughts and her dreams alike; those molten gold eyes burned into her memory, there whenever she closed her own. She had spent three days...

Goodness.. The way his gaze lowered to her, the way the world seemed to narrow until there was only the firelight, the rain, and him. When his fingers brushed her cheek, when his thumb traced the curve of her lower lip with that infuriating gentleness, her blood turned molten. Arctus... The...

Vivien stilled at his swift refusal, the single word cutting through her protest with such certainty. For a heartbeat she remained rigid, braced for something sharper to follow, but as he continued, that tension ebbed, her body easing back into the warmth he offered. I can think of no better...

Vivien felt her heart answer his before she could stop it, an instinctive, treacherous thing, and then it outright stumbled as he lowered his head. She was not blind. His handsomeness was not some subtle quality to be debated in quiet corners; it was evident, undeniable. Chiselled strength...

Vivien’s muscles eased despite herself as he straightened again, though she made certain to release a quiet, petulant huff, as if displeased by the necessity of it rather than the fact that she was being handled with such infuriating competence. Her ear pressed against his chest, and that low...

Vivien bristled in his arms, mortification flaring hot beneath the chill that clung to her skin. Gods, this man was infuriating. Infuriatingly calm, infuriatingly strong, infuriatingly… comfortable. The fire’s warmth kissed her frozen cheeks, stinging in a way that was almost blissful, and she...

Vivien gave him a well practised scowl as he pointed out what she had so desperately tried to deny: her vulnerability laid bare in the rain, in the tremor of her limbs, in the way she leaned just a fraction too heavily on the wall. She tried her very best to appear as though she were entirely...

Vivien’s soul very nearly left her body when the voice cut through the rain. She let out a startled scream, the sound ricocheting down the street as she spun, heart slamming painfully against her ribs. Her hand flew to her hair and yanked free the emerald hair pin, clutching it like a dagger...

A sight to behold. Quite interesting. Vivien had not expected that. She stilled, staring back at him for a moment, her fingers curled faintly at her sides. Interesting was not a word often afforded to women like her. Pretty, maybe. Suitable, certainly. But interesting implied something with...

Vivien did not step back when he rounded the horse and closed the distance. She should have. Every lesson in comportment and self preservation said she ought to, but instead she held her ground, spine straightening by instinct, chin lifting a fraction as though she were bracing against a cold...