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id: @hyrded 
            over time savannah had learned that rurik was a man who spoke with his eyes, and acted carefully so she became relatively decent at reading him. there was a certain timber to his voice, deep and composed with a subtle break. such can be heard in the way he said her name, any more out of him and that break would’ve fractured every word, after a short sentence he would only be able to breathe in and out— maybe she’d hear that another day. right now, just as he commanded it so, her legs wrap around his waist and she pauses to admire him. dark eyes combing over every sharp line and subtle scar etched onto his face, she’d done it many times before and she could do it many more. 
            finally, after a long dance, his lips embraced hers and she happily gives in, her hold around his neck releasing to just one hand held around his neck and her other draped over his shoulder. her eyes flutter close, holding him close. she kissed him until her lips started to bleed a little and with that; she smiled against him, pulling away even though her legs were still fully entangled around him. a ring adorned finger comes forward, pressing against his lips. “ one kiss, remember? ”

            the mirth of the glint in his gaze darkened at the tranquility of savannah’s words. humans say heat was just a carnal thing, illicit and vivid only found to be felt upon an intimate moment. how wrong they had been; true heat existed in the palm of savannah’s hands. watching her lock her arms around his neck, rurik felt it soak into the material of his navy shirt, as if the fabric might catch fire. he could feel the brunt of it through his suit, and though it was tailored      for business, he was certain it would end in ruin.      the muscles of his thighs stretched against the navy pants as he advanced, pressing into her while guiding her backward. long fingers reached for her waist, grip tightening with poise. savannah’s box braids brushed      against his chest as he lifted her into his arms, hoisting her legs around his hips.            “savannah,” rurik grunted, a warning, but he made no move to refuse her. not when he walked into the sanctuary of her room, his mouth claiming hers as his grip tightened.

id: @hyrded 
            only a kiss? [ the witch walks closer, with a knowing glance as a soft hum follows suit. jewelry adorned hands, drape over his shoulders, locking behind his neck as if trapping him there in loose and loving restraints. ] afraid you can’t handle anything more? let’s do it— and we’ll see if a kiss is all you want. 

⠀⠀⠀  no, rather it was the linkage between savannah and earth, it was her vast          connection to the dark side. “tell me, what truly frightens you. truth for a truth and in return, i’ll let you ask me anything.” a dangerous notch of offer, playing at his lips but they were spoken into existence, causing a rift of tension to tighten his own muscles, and his jaw to tick.       his right hand returned to her side, though as he grasped her with a gentleness he was unaware ever possessed him, rurik lifted savannah and turned her until his gaze found her face, and his heart gleamed with glory. she hardly weighed anything, causing him to raise a brow at her. “have you not been feeding yourself, savannah?” rurik scowled, “you’ve been hiding things.” his gaze raked over her thick locks, raven in color, and her dark complexion—-    a sole contrast of beauty rendering him speechless.     “you are remarkable,” he murmured softly, almost to himself. “but don’t think for a second that I won’t see through the walls you’ve built.” his voice dropped, low and gravelly, yet filled with a reverence that unsettled even him. his thumb        brushed lightly over her side, as though grounding himself while waiting for her answer.

     a poised watcher, glued to her every word and in acceptance; watched the unraveling of her magic. when he was around savannah, there was this current charge, an aftermath of intensity that nearly always drowned him heavily with so many things; he often needed a moment of separation to settle down. his hands stilled at her sides as he peeked over, his chin resting at the top of her head, and he was amused,        both fascinated. he captured the sight of her flame, noting the way she immersed herself into the moment, committing to the vast ability of joining the unforeseen force to stir the magic to life.
            and her shoulders drooped at the disappearance of the once—-     burning flame, causing him to shift closer and scowl at savannah for letting herself down. “savannah.” rurik warned, though it was more in acknowledgment of her act than anything, and he squeezed her waist, tilting his head to press a chaste kiss to her temple.       “this is the safest place on earth and right here in my arms,” he spoke, “the storm will die down soon.”
            
            mixed emotions stirred in his chest and an even more complex emotion as he brought forth one hand, slowly trailing up savannah’s side, and he allowed himself some leeway to drown in that moment of closeness.       perhaps, be it a stealthy move, his right hand tapered to her shoulder and slowly he began to massage the tendons in her muscles, twisted and knotted; they caused tension to stiffen her posture. as if the room had understood his unspoken thoughts and dampening mood, it hushed with a reverberating silence and only the cackling of flames lingered before them. if one thing rurik was certain of with both his conscience and immortal being, it was that nature         had been far more of a mother than his real one had been, nurturing him in ways he’d been robbed of in his childhood, and anything that was refuting of humanity. alas, it was not the storm that creased a line in his brows or the flattening of his lips.

id: @hyrded 
            the storm that raged these past few weeks, felt like it couldn’t have been of any mortal means. savannah survived the toughest of winters far and wide through the world as she traveled with her flame and her flame alone. yet there was no part of her that could maintain it as the crashing winds snapped trees in half and sent the breeze even further through the air. she sighs, rubbing her hands together then holding them back over the flame. “ i don’t know what it is. it feels stronger than anything i’ve ever seen before. ” she tries again, holding out her hand to maintain her flame, her eyes briefly glowing white. 
               her flame diminishes as the wind whips against it, only maintaining a bit of its initial size for a moment that caused her posture to rise. she was about to tap on his leg against her to show him before it died down. her posture falls, trying to remain calm despite the force of which her hand closed back. “ this can’t be a regular storm… i’m getting scared, ru. we need to find shelter. ”

id: @hydred
            a nod follows his question, teeth tugging on her bottom lip. she’s about to respond, even if her eyes are subtly drifting to his lips as he moves closer. only moving along with his touch and greedy hands that held her so; she tilts her head against his lips leaning deeper into the kiss. though it was short; she found the fact that she could never know how long he was willing to let himself relax a bit intriguing— every time they embraced it felt like she gained another second with him. 
            her smile isn’t seen as strongly in the curve of her lips but only in her warm brown eyes. his interest in her magic; her power, was new for her— different. it was the kind of interest that didn’t require anything in return; he just seemed to want her. she tucks her braids behind her ear, opening her book once again onto the page with her healing potion. she hands it over to him with an anticipated glance. “ it’s still a bit of a work in progress, i’m not the best healer in my family— i was hoping you could give me some ideas. ” 

     a sound of his smoky laughter momentarily spilling from his lips was a stark contrast amid the midnight. rurik leant forward, edging closer until the tightness of his chest brushed against savannah’s. his breath, warm and steady, mingled with hers as he mused with        a rumbling response, pulling away just enough to look at her with darkly gleaming green hues.      “yeah?” to tease her further, perhaps with devilish intent, his right arm flexed, a large hand sprawling at her hip as he squeezed tightly, his grip firm yet deliberate, as though staking an unspoken claim.        “don’t start what you can’t finish, savannah,” he rasped, his voice low and laden with a raw edge. leaning in, he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips—-       brief, yet electrifying. it was a war within himself to hold back, his restraint tightening like a vice when all he wanted was to drown in her warm embrace. to be hers in a way that felt dangerously consuming, to love her as he was always meant to. yet an invisible force held him back, its       weight almost suffocating.
            it only worsened when savannah continued, her voice cutting through the fragile moment like a blade. her words stirred something deep within him, causing his jaw to clench and his composure to falter. his gaze, however, remained unguarded, the sharp intensity giving way to something more vulnerable. there was a tremor in her voice that left an ache in his chest, and all playfulness       had melted away, replaced by a seriousness that rooted him in place. somewhere along the line, worry began to claw at him, threading through his thoughts like a persistent shadow.           “yes,” he finally responded, swallowing hard, his voice quieter now, tinged with something deeper. “let me see.”

id: @hyrded 
            “ very much. i’ve thought about those greedy hands of yours a lot. ” without hesitation she responds, aware of the weight of such a comment, part of her hoping to fluster him; make him a bit less rigid in his stands. truth be told; she didn’t realize she was being that quiet, content often looked like that for her. a soft hand reaches outward to hold his. she hums softly.
                   “ yours doesn’t. ” by now she was able to gage how he was and the silence that was accompanied by his thoughts; of what? she didn’t know. she’d only hoped it was important enough for him to tell her. “ i hope this isn’t your moody way of saying you like the sound of my voice. ” she teases once again, feeling comforted by the embrace of his thick arms by her sides. an instinct of hers by now to crane her neck forward against his lips, giving him easier access. “ a healing potion of mine. it’s… it’s a family tradition to make one of your own and pass it down. ” the words were almost hard for her to choke out; she’d thought that maybe if she separated it from her family it would be easier— less painful. but still, like the dragging of a blade against skin; the pain lingered but could never pierce. she swallows harshly. 
            “ do you want to see it? ”

id: @hyrded 
            / starters are perfect, thank you! <3

    &&.     are starters alright?        i want to drop something long and lengthy.

no, definitely not!  [  she shook her head before revealing a book that she hid behind her back. she flashed a sweet smile  ]   maybe borrow this book? 

id: @eadimidium 
            [ the flame in her hand immediately extinguishes as her eyes fix on the woman, deciding instead to hear her out. ] i hope you weren’t planning on stealing something because that isn’t peace. 

@embermagi 
            
            not really .

id: @DECElVING 
            do you want me to lie to you? 

id: @amarecruor 
            you’re lucky i didn’t. i wouldn’t take a friend being killed very kindly.