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&.      short spam between tense, romantic and teasing.  >333

@hyrded "i would know if you enlightened me." she pointed out, trying to ignore the eerie feeling. her skin felt charged and not in a good way, more like tv static or the feeling of hundreds of invisible ants covering any exposed flesh. she tugged her scarf closer around her shoulders, "the other option seemed worse. i would not sell my soul for anything."

@hyrded  "hardly." her tone reflected none of the fear she felt, coiling like a cold, slippery snake in the depths of her ribcage. it tightened its hold on each bone, keeping her breath restricted to shallow, alert puffs as she took it all in. a house of horrors. and though she was unfamiliar with the mystical side of things, she could tell this place would bend and break every secure thing she knew. her eyes found rurik's in adamant stubbornness anyway. "so, will you lead the way? or must i do it alone?"

@hyrded  "you do not command what i can or cannot /handle/, rurik. i am not some fragile flower you need to tiptoe around."

&.      persephone and hades are my favourite trope.             the most forbidden of fruits, gee.

&.       and the mad desire he hides. 

&.      you know she’s the poetry he writes,      right? 

@hyrded  "anything to rid myself of...whatever is between us currently." the queen grumbled dully. she hadn't spoken to him in a few days now, but she had expected him to reach out. wished it. not for silence to cloy and thicken all the tension that already existed between them. "is that why you didn't come to see me? as revenge?"

@hyrded  "yes. i wished you would bare yourself to me. in that way...maybe i could do the same. you don't understand how badly i want to be truthful in every way to you but...it's difficult when it is one sided." anguished tears pricked at her doe eyes, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. "do you trust me so little, thinking i could wound you after...after you /choose/ to be vulnerable with me?"

@hyrded "not avoiding them...i'm fasting today." the woman explained, a little paler this day as she had yet to have her first meal. it was evening, nearly time for her to treat herself to a good dinner. but rurik's observant concern made her smile. "it's a full moon, and a monday at that. it is considered auspicious." she told him, looking up from the flowers she had been weaving along on a thread and needle.

@hyrded "did you not hear me the first time?" her brows knitted in a mixture of bemused annoyance. "we grew up together, he is the closest thing i had to a friend." ruhani reiterated with patience, refusing to let her pleasant mood slide only because rurik's didn't match it. it terrified her how his demeanour had come to hold such a sway over her own state, but she brushed the idea aside. for now. "even otherwise, we treat our servants as people too. he was only telling me his wife is expecting their child soon. is it so wrong to share someone's joy?" the queen crossed her arms as she took in his tight jaw one more time, lip curving into a half smirk as she teased, walking on thin ice in stating: "rurik....were you /jealous/?"

@iztirar             the sharp gaze of his narrowed at the intersection between the queen and the male with intensity. yet, unknowingly, he’d moved closer to stand beside ruhani, only to glower at the man. she was..       too friendly, too open in the way her lips curved and she spoke so carelessly. it made his chest ache undeniably, and rurik lowered his gaze to ruhani’s, frowning as he answered her, unimpressed that the man refused to slip away despite the flower he’d sent his way.       “and? shouldn’t he be treated as the servants they were?” he knew, deep down, that was wrong, though in the eyes of the wealthy, it was not so. but having been brought up in royalty, rurik had shown kindness to those who cared for him—-          just not this. he didn’t like the thought of her being so..  the reaper was bothered, but he gave no other response, fighting back the bitter mood beginning to coil inside him.

@hyrded the smile lingered on her lips as she tore her gaze from the young man she had been conversing with, turning to rurik when he spoke. her expression was easy and relaxed, contrary to the nonchalance she normally portrayed. it was a good day, tainting her mood golden with its rays as well. "he used to work here." ruhani explained with some degree of fondness. "as did his father and grandfather before him for so many generations. we were friends growing up..." she trailed off, confused by the puzzlement on his face. "why do you ask?"