Irathinking
"Who are you?" She blinked, bemused, utterly shocked.
"Guess?" He prompted, voice softening until he failed to recognize it as his own.
"I," she paused, meeting his gaze again, "I don't know."
He exhaled a rueful breath, before he nodded.
"It's okay. You don't have to. Just... stay, hmm?"
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𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒
Age- Unknown
Profession- Depends on the century
Social Circle- Atrenum Club
He was immortal. An heir to the legacy humans only heard about through the books they were told to take lightly.
Eagle was his home animal, sharp, far-sighted, ruler of the sky-everything his legacy was. Everything he was.
Except he questioned every bit of it whenever she stumbled through his life-either in ridiculously heavy ball gowns or oversized t-shirts dusted with sugar and warmth. There was no in between.
𝐃𝐀𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐇
Age- (you should not ask a woman her age: her voice)
Profession- Ambassador and Crown Princess of her nation
Social Circle- Royal councils, political committees
She was born with the weight of royalty on her shoulders. And yet, it was not the highlight of her life. It was an immortal who looked at her as he had been waiting for her over centuries.
The council had trained her to be calm, composed, elegant-even when the danger was right there, waiting.
But no one ever prepared her about what to do if the danger was patient enough to hold flowers instead of a dagger.