Lanoria blinked at the sudden flooding of light. She shielded her eyes with her uninjured hand as tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. Though she couldn’t see very well she made her way towards him and wasn’t careful enough to avoid the dangerous shards of glass that littered the floor.
She approached and he backed away like she were some predator and he the prey. Her eyes adjusted to the light and she could see him. So tall and broad. Golden eyes illuminated by the light. He was the predator looking one not she. So large and strong. And that’s precisely what she liked about him. Or one of the things she liked about him.
Obedient to his command she stayed remarkably still when he left her to disappear somewhere in the house. She let him walk away and listened closely to hear the sounds of his continued presence in the domicile. Lanoria was more than willing to let him take her injured hand. Her lips parted but she withheld a sigh by biting down on her lower lip. Without permission, the fingers of her uninjured hand moved to trace over the mountains and valleys of his knuckles. His skin there felt somewhat rough. Just as she’d expected it to.
“Oh I just came in.” A snap of her fingers as a demonstration of her entry as if that explained anything to him. A glint off the glass of a picture she’d knocked over caught Lanoria’s eye and attention. A picture of Julianna and Owen at their wedding.
An involuntary sound like a whimper escaped her lips as she stared at the picture their love seeming to emanate from the object. She brushed her fingers over the glass. “Oh Julianna. She was so happy.” She whispered this more to herself, distracted, remembering the day.
The flutter in Julianna’s heart as she walked down the aisle. The flip of Owen’s stomach and his gaze determined not to leave his betrothed as she made her way to him. Their promise of commitment and devotion. The quiet and firmness of Owen's voice saying "I do" in front of all their friends and loved ones. It made the hair on her arms raise. She could almost taste the sweetness of their kiss. It had been a great victory for Lanoria. And a great expression of her power. She’d remember lording it over the others as a trophy of her prowess.
Lanoria was suddenly aware she’d snapped out of the present moment and glanced up at the man tending to her. “Do you remember when they got married?” Of course he did. It hadn't even been that long ago. Not that Lanoria had any concept of the way mortals experienced time.
The idea that Darcy would be more concerned about a home invasion than a trip down memory lane was not one that occurred to Lanoria. She had no concept that she might be intruding.
She approached and he backed away like she were some predator and he the prey. Her eyes adjusted to the light and she could see him. So tall and broad. Golden eyes illuminated by the light. He was the predator looking one not she. So large and strong. And that’s precisely what she liked about him. Or one of the things she liked about him.
Obedient to his command she stayed remarkably still when he left her to disappear somewhere in the house. She let him walk away and listened closely to hear the sounds of his continued presence in the domicile. Lanoria was more than willing to let him take her injured hand. Her lips parted but she withheld a sigh by biting down on her lower lip. Without permission, the fingers of her uninjured hand moved to trace over the mountains and valleys of his knuckles. His skin there felt somewhat rough. Just as she’d expected it to.
“Oh I just came in.” A snap of her fingers as a demonstration of her entry as if that explained anything to him. A glint off the glass of a picture she’d knocked over caught Lanoria’s eye and attention. A picture of Julianna and Owen at their wedding.
An involuntary sound like a whimper escaped her lips as she stared at the picture their love seeming to emanate from the object. She brushed her fingers over the glass. “Oh Julianna. She was so happy.” She whispered this more to herself, distracted, remembering the day.
The flutter in Julianna’s heart as she walked down the aisle. The flip of Owen’s stomach and his gaze determined not to leave his betrothed as she made her way to him. Their promise of commitment and devotion. The quiet and firmness of Owen's voice saying "I do" in front of all their friends and loved ones. It made the hair on her arms raise. She could almost taste the sweetness of their kiss. It had been a great victory for Lanoria. And a great expression of her power. She’d remember lording it over the others as a trophy of her prowess.
Lanoria was suddenly aware she’d snapped out of the present moment and glanced up at the man tending to her. “Do you remember when they got married?” Of course he did. It hadn't even been that long ago. Not that Lanoria had any concept of the way mortals experienced time.
The idea that Darcy would be more concerned about a home invasion than a trip down memory lane was not one that occurred to Lanoria. She had no concept that she might be intruding.
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