coffee break

romance

I know, I'm not the most romantic gal in the world. But still, I do like a bit of romantic fluff. This chappie is all about Terris and Dante, from @rbsnicket Drakon. Both are my characters in her book so as usual she gets the copyright claims now that I have been banned from writing her chappies for her. RIP editing privileges. Hopefully, this isn't too intense because I swear to God I haven't done this before.

TERRIS POV

"So I said, hey, Lil, just calm down! And Lil's all tough and screaming and she just yells back, when someone slices open half your face, I'd like to see you not yell. And what does Yo-yo do? He whacks Lil's feet from under her and sends her tumbling to the floor, and then strings her upside down, and he says, well, you were saying?" Dante was telling me about what had happened after me and Adara returned to the capital, and as he explained, gesturing way too expressively with his hands, I had slowly lost focus on the story and instead on his face.

Most people found that dark, soulless eyes were creepy. I can see why. But what I can't understand is why they can't see that the dark eyes of night dragons looked like the skies they fly through, clear, infinite, beautiful. It wasn't a black hole. It was an empty space ready to be filled with stars.

I know how garbage I sound. But I had never met someone like him before. He didn't whine and had no humor like Alistair, and was absolutely stunning. He made me want to write poetry and make flower crowns and all these icky lovey dovey things I hope I will never do.

What did he want with me, though? Bastard daughter of the president of Volna and a dead mage. I was nothing compared to his grand status as the prince of Qamar, and yet he found an interest in me.

"Ris? Ris. You listening?" He waved a hand in front of my face, and I was startled out of my daydreams. Back to business and why we were here. Technically speaking, I shouldn't be here at all. I was technically grounded in my lab to allow me to 'take a break', but screw that. I had more important things to do. Like hunt down the son of a bitch who killed my father.

"Yes, Dante? Were you worried that I wasn't deeply transfixed by your beauty? We both know which ones the prettier one in the two of us." I retorted, giving him a wink and leaning back on my chair.

He scooted his chair so that he wasnt opposite to me and instead was beside me. "Yeah we do. Me." He leaned over, his body pressing against mine as he whispered into my ear.

"Is that so, my lord?" I whispered back, earning a chuckle, "show me."

He pressed his lips on my forehead and kissed it, his calloused hands supporting his weight against the chair, his free one brushing hair away from my face. "I know you're only being extra flirty because you're worried, so good luck." He looked at me seriously, black eyes meeting blue. "Stay safe." He ran his hand through my hair again, kissing the top of my head.  "And make that goddamn bastard pay."

"You hurt me." I replied, placing a hand on my heart and making an over exaggerated pained face. He laughed, and I pushed myself up to kiss his dimpled cheek. "To be continued, my noble prince, but I've got someone to kill. Now, Bo staff, or dagger?"

"Stab him and let him bleed out."

"And the demons will taste his fresh guilty blood and send him straight to an eternal suffer- actually, Lil won't be that gross." I continued, making a face. "She might mess with his soul, but she's not the biggest fan of cannibalism. Which is strange. She's the guardian of Death. She has to have some weird habit."

"The only cannibalism that'll happen is when I eat you out." He whispered in my ear as we got up, one hand pressed against my shoulder blade, the other pressing against my lower back. I shivered at both the intimacy and the sexuality of the comment and our position.