Recent content by Zaire

“You don’t have to worry about that, Houri.” He took a deep, steady breath. His fingers still trembled, but he stood up straighter, brows lowering over his eyes. Now determination mingled with the fear. “You got enough to worry about so I’ll handle the rest. It’s my plan so I’ll take the blame...

Zaire did his best to stabilize a shaky breath. Houri had already figured out most of his plan, of course she would, all the pieces were there. There was one thing she hadn't said though, the one thing that Zaire knew would be risky and perhaps a death wish. "I'll boost you." He confirmed...

It was the first time that Zaire realized Houri had a flaw: he was a planner and she wasn't. He pushed that and what that would mean their compatibility to the side. Now was not the time to fret about their zodiac signs and personality traits that might cause fights. It wouldn't matter if they...

And so Zaire opened his mouth and did as Thraah suggested: he just talked. He would speak of many things, anything that popped into his mind in that moment and even things that had been there for a long time. When Thraah was ready to talk, he’d take his turn to listen, all the while thinking...

It took him too long to notice that she was hurt. He hadn’t realized it until she even had the makeshift sling already over her shoulder. Still, she moved forward, unable to be deterred from her wounds. Houri was on the right path to being a true dreadlord while Zaire was still so far behind—...

He followed her gaze. Another long pause of silence, which he suspected Thraah wouldn’t realize if she was as baked as she claimed. He didn’t even complain about her getting her hands all over his pillow. “Can I talk about something else?” Zaire asked, hesitant and hopeful at the prospect that...

“You think I could buy a growth potion? Maybe one from Elbion?” He sat straight up, suddenly eager before remembering one of the first rules of magic: it wouldn’t last, there would be an end. He couldn’t even begin to imagine the cost of a potion that lasted for years, much less one that would...

A hand was scratching at the back of his neck as Zaire brought his gaze elsewhere. It was rather embarrassing being complimented like this, even more embarrassing that it came from Thraah after they had both admitted to liking two people who, at least in Zaire’s opinion, they shouldn’t like...

The scary part was, with Zaire’s commitment to this path, that it was entirely possible it would all be for nothing. In Zaire’s mind, everyone liked Houri— or at least they should like her. She was beautiful, competent, honest, strong, a good cook, and perhaps best of all, generous. He liked the...

It took Zaire a moment too long to realize that it was hitting Thraah. He got off the bed, collecting a waterskin and an apple he had snuck from the dining hall. He gave both to Thraah as she spoke about Maseno’s handsome brain. His lips had quirked up into a smile at her gushing but went back...

He didn’t let go of her hand, not because of his hopeless romantic heart but because of the fear coursing through him. If anything, he squeezed Houri’s hand tighter than he had before and closed his eyes. He hoped a fall from this height actually killed him instead of just paralyzing him from...

Was his room always this hot? He only ever felt this hot when he was around Houri, and even then it wasn’t that he felt hot but instead clammy and sweaty. Sometimes a little sick in the gut but he wasn’t going to admit that to anyone. “You like… like-like Maz?” Zaire asked, brows raising up...

Everything was happening too quick for Zaire to process anything other than reacting. He felt like he was standing still, everything around him happening so fast because one moment he was on his feet, the next on his back, and then once again on his feet and being shoved to the door. He looked...

Zaire looked at Thraah, oblivious over how she couldn’t decide whether Maz was cool or hot or both. Zaire thought he had to be both, but if he said that to Thraah would she take it the wrong way? Zaire didn’t want to be known for having a crush on Houri and Maz. Just Houri. “Say anything like...

Zaire grimaced at her impression of Leander, not because it was bad but because he really didn’t like the image of Houri and Leander doing it. It also brought forth another insecurity he had. He had seen Leander naked too many times, and when he had been younger, it hadn’t bothered him. Some...