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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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꧁༺Lessa༻꧂ Lessa | HP: 440/440 | EN: 43/43 | DMG: 10 | MIT: 58 | ACC: 2 | THORNS: 18 | BH: 12 | HB: 16 | REC: 2 | HLY: 2 | FLMAURA: 8 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 Batt

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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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"No, I'm not dumb," she countered, and a soft laugh wove through her words. Now that she had a better handle on the situation, and she'd beaten back that pesky panic, she felt like she could finally take a deep breath again. For the first time since their fight began. "And you think pretty highly of yourself if you think I was going to rip off my own clothes, or better yet yours, right there on that stage." Though her face remained relaxed, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips, her blue eyes fired as she met his. "I'm not going to lie to you, I did feel something. And it felt g

Despite the rain sluicing over her body, finding every gap in her armor, and reaching some very problematic places, Lessa couldn't help but laugh. "Honestly, I think you missed your calling as a real-estate agent. You're really selling me on this place." Drawing a deep breath, she donned her very best HGTV Southern Belle accent. "Do you have trouble falling asleep? The gentle sounds of a light summer rain will lull you to sleep every night! And I can guarantee there will never be a line at the Starbucks!" An otherworldly screech from somewhere to their right zapped the life from Lessa mor

꧁༺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