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Do You Want to Kill Me? (Vamren)

Overview: Moments of Varian and Amren during the visit to Adriata in acomaf.
Rated: T
Words: 856

"I can't tell whether you are assessing me or straight up deciding how you could kill me," Amren mused, turning toward Varian who's face was cold- showing no emotion.

"Does it matter."

He wasn't like the many others who shrank from her. "You're different."

He looked towards her. His eyes narrowed. And Amren laughed—a sort of dark chuckle—like the promise of death.

"Many people shrink from me, are scared of me- but you... you're weird. You seem unnervingly loyal. To Tarquin. You would genuinely try and kill me—if Rhysand did something wrong. You wouldn't be able to beat me anyways."

He had the nerve to roll his eyes at her. Amren's face contorted into anger—and she balled her fist. Maybe she would use her powers on him. Yes, make it short and brutal.

Varian was trying to read her face—she could tell—but she wouldn't give away anything.

"Maybe you're trying to get me to kill you- to see how dangerous I am. I'll tell you this, Varian," his name rolled off her tongue. "I could destroy every High Lord of Prythian with a snap of my finger. I wouldn't bat a fucking eyelash."

Varian stood frozen—fear in his eyes.

"So roll your eyes at me again- see how that works out for you." She snapped.

Varian just stood there, surprise written on his features. Very clear to Amren probably. It's almost like she was glowing with a raging power hidden deep inside her.

"What are you?" He breathed.

"Now, now Varian—that's not very polite to ask a lady." she said, a cheshire cat grin creeping onto her face.

She walked up to him, the difference in height very clear.

"Never, and I mean never speak to me like that again," she snarled looking up at him, their chests a mere paper distance away.

Varian swallowed. His breaths slowed. Amren watched him shiver under her gaze. Well technically she was looking up at him, but it didn't matter. She put a fist into his chest—scowling.

"Well anyways, goodbye." She moved away from him- her eyes still flaring with anger.

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"You were told to show me around?" Amren asked shortly.

"Oh so fortunate for us," he replied- voice laced sarcasm. His face scrunched with distaste.

Amren rolled her eyes, picking at her nails. Her gaze tricked down to her fingers—sighing. Her eyes took their time up, finally looking back up at Varian.

"Fine." She snapped. "We can go."

"Great."

"Wonderful."

"Lovely."

They each stood their looking disgustingly at the other.

"Let's go then." Varian said shortly.

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"Where the fuck do you Summerlings keep your blood?"

"I'm sorry—what?"

"Blood." Amren stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Varian narrowed his eyes at her.

"To drink?" Amren said with annoyance stringing her vocal cords.

"We don't drink blood." Varian snapped back.

She scoffed. "Fine—I'll get my own."

"Okay." Varian pondered for a second. "WAIT!" he yelled, stumbling to follow Amren.

She stopped and turned towards him.

"You're going to kill someone to get blood!!?" Varian panted as he caught up with her.

"No," she sneered at him. "Not a human- just an animal. By cauldron do you think I'm some wild psycho or something? I have some dignity you idiot!"

Varian cringed as Amren walked away.

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"What's this? I like this. I like this a lot." Amren said, pointing at a tower of red jewels.

"Those are blood rubies."

"Right—great. I'm taking some." Amren walked to the pile, ready to pluck a couple jewels out of the pile, instead she felt Varian's touch on her arm- yanking it away.

"How dare you! I—"

"We send those to criminals." He said as he veered away from the jewels. "When someone commits an offence, a blood ruby is sent in their name."

"Hm." she huffed, noting that down in case they were found out by Tarquin. "Fine then—can you stop touching my arm."

Varian only seemed to notice he still had his hand clasped around her slender arm. He stared at her for a couple seconds, eyes twinkling—and let go of her arm, but Amren rubbed her arm subconsciously as if his warm hand was still around it. She scoffed to herself, turning to follow him.

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"You guys get up too fucking early. If you ever wake me up at this time again—i'll take this pretty little dagger—and I'll drive it right through your heart." Amren threatened as Varian stood over her.

"It's 1:00 pm!" Varian exclaimed.

"Do I look like I care."

Varian sighed, exasperated. "Feyre Archeron sent for you. But if you want to stay in bed—by all means, stay in bed."

Amren shot up from her bed. "Fuck. Leave my room, I need to be somewhere."

Varian turned on his heel shooting her a smile—as Amren shot a murderous look back.

I literally love them and they totally deserve like a bonus chapter or novella or something.

-Author :)