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The way he stared up at her sent her already racing heart into overdrive. Suddenly more aware of the cold than ever, spikes of anxiety shot through her, dealing more damage than his weapon ever could have. Oh god. Oh god, I screwed up. Her breathing grew shallower, each exhale rasping past her chapped lips to hang on the frigid air in the narrow space between them. How could she have let herself act so rashly? How could she have misread him so badly? Or had she simply seen what it was she wanted to see there? Had she imagined it all? A million excuses raced through her mind, but they jumb

♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ “I'm still disappointed I never got the opportunity to ask you to dance before the party got crashed." The statement was delivered with so much tenderness, and when her eyes found his, the wistful expression he wore sucked the air from her lungs. “Yeah,” she barely managed to whisper before pausing to draw a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m disappointed, too. I would have really liked that.” Had she known, that night on la Duchesse Sincère, that he’d wanted to dance with her? As friends, of course - he’d made that glaringly obvious in his invitation. At the time, she’d found it c

"No, not at all," she answered firmly, her tone slamming the door on any possible arguments. Despite the electricity that still hummed faintly between them, she reached out to place a strong, reassuring hand on his arm. "I don't fault you, okay?" She refused to continue speaking until he met and held her gaze, and she could see for herself that he believed her. Not that the Beast was an open book or anything, and it was possible some doubts or apprehensions lingered. But he seemed to relax a bit, allowing her to do the same. "If anything, I should be thanking you," she continued, withdraw

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With a high-pitched shriek, mixed parts alarm and childish glee, Lessa threw up both arms to block her face. The snow slammed into her crossed bracers like a wave against rocks, sending spray splattering across her exposed skin. She made to wipe it away, then remembered her gauntlets. Instead, she did her best to shake the droplets away in a way reminiscent of a wet dog. Only then did she notice the crimson gash in her side, and the sizeable chunk carved out of her health bar. She scowled at him, glaring out from under eyelashes heavy with snow crystals. The expression, of course, was absurdly

The contrast between his emerald cloak and the white snow was so stark, and so perfect in a way that she struggled to articulate. It seemed to accentuate his every action, and draw every eye as he drew his blade. Or, at least, it drew hers. And maybe it was just the Spartan in her - a life-long Michigan State University fan, she'd grown up bleeding green and white. But damn, if he didn't make it work for him. And as embarrassing as it was to admit, she was so intrigued by the way that his cloak billowed on the blast of frigid air that she nearly missed his initial attack. Her heavy armor,

꧁༺Lessa༻꧂ Lessa | HP: 200/200 | EN: 59/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 46 | ACC: 2 | THORNS: 18 | BH: 6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2 | Frost.A: 2 | Frost.T: 2 (4/2) | VULN: 16 | Warm | P.Soul Lessa, Guardian of Aincrad True Tier: 10 Level: 10 Paragon Level: 0 HP: 200/200 EN: 43/43 Stats: Damage: 10 Mitigat

Silence fell then, the only things between them a hair's breadth and the words that still hung in the air. The words that still echoed in her ears. Stunning. Responsive. Simple. What feels good. Lessa let her eyes slip closed as his warm breath whispered over her cool skin. They remained like that, teetering on the literal and metaphorical edge, for longer than she could have thought possible. From an outsider's perspective, they simply looked like two lovers lost in each other, bathed in moonlight, and alone in city filled with people. The scene was tranquil, but the war raging in

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She glowed from the praise, her cheeks warming beneath the layer of cool rainwater that she suspected would never dry completely. Then she nodded. “I pinky-swear, our next adventure won’t be nearly this spooky. I hear Floor Four is lovely this time of year. Maybe we can build a snowman or something. It… probably won’t come alive and try to eat us.” She let that thought hang ominously between them, but couldn’t let the gag go on for too long before speaking again. “I’m glad you don’t mind being dragged around, though. And I’m glad you don’t mind my company. I like yours, too. It’s probably why,

She could only stare at him. Despite the absolute shit-fuckery happening around them, Lessa was momentarily struck by how perfectly at-ease the man looked. He dangled from the rope ladder with the natural grace of someone who did it daily, one arm holding him steady, the other outstretched toward her. Even though the rain had soaked it through, his emerald cloak still managed to flap in time with the ship's sails, and his grin he flashed her from beneath his hood could only be described as... well fuck, he looked like a pirate. "Orlando Bloom, eat your heart out." Lessa muttered to herself, be

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Do you ever feel like breakin' down? Do you ever feel out of place? Like somehow you just don't belong And no one understands you Do you ever wanna run away? Do you lock yourself in your room With the radio on turned up so loud That no one hears you screaming? No, you don't know what it's like When nothin' feels alright You don't know what it's like to be like me To be hurt, to feel lost To be left out in the dark To be kicked when you're down To feel like you've been pushed around To be on the edge of breakin' down And no one's there to save you No, you don't

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꧁༺Lessa༻꧂ Lessa | HP: 200/200 | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 42 | ACC: 2 | THORNS: 18 | BH: 6 | HB: 8 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2 Lessa, Guardian of Aincrad True Tier: 10 Level: 10 Paragon Level: 0 HP: 200/200 EN: 43/43 Stats: Damage: 10 Mitigation: 42 Accuracy: 2 Battle Healing: 6

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