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"And what's the worst you take From every heart you break? And like the blade you stain"
Helena - My Chemical Romance
Aera 🥀
One sheep. Two sheep.
Aera kept her eyes closed. She tried oh so hard to, she really did. She fought the urge to open them with every fiber of her being.
Three sheep. Four sheep.
The warm bathwater did little to cool her nerves. Impending doom still settled in a pool within her stomach.
She felt a presence closing in, and she sunk further below the water. The warmth now kissed the bottom of her earlobes.
A million sheep. Sheep on fire.
She scented him before she heard him.
Oh fuck it.
Her eyes opened against her will, spotting the man as he entered the bathing area.
Aera took her fill, water still running rivulets down his taut body. His drying linen hung low on his waist, too low. Hinting at the narrowness of his hips and waist. He pretended to look around for something, sinew tightening and releasing with every movement. His white hair was slicked back from his face. Tattoos played across his fair skin, telling a story that she had now read. One along his spine, another on his wrist. One right by the right edge of his hip bone, exactly where she had kissed him.
He stood up to his full height, cursing and leaning on the tall sink.
Pretending like she wasn't there at all.
Things between them since what happened one could describe as interesting. Not awkward, thank fuck.
But charged...every moment. She had always desired him, but the feeling never went away. She wanted to jump him every chance she got.
Aera would never admit that. Not after what happened the morning after.
No, instead they continued to travel by foot and coach to their destination. They had told the captain to meet them at the coast for a swift journey back, but during the meantime they wished to stay low and track Nox through the cult that had formed around the god.
So here they were. A little closer to their nearing their mission.
And Aera. Was. Restless.
She played with the bubbles in the water, skating her elegant fingers across the top of the bath. Avoiding the man as his body was now angled in her direction.
