Hanging By A Thread (Romance/Fantasy) ~ One Slot Open

The way forward is often the way back.

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_______εmotιon;; Cautious and Hopeful
__________theme musιc ;; Four Day Weekend ~ Bluetones
_____________mџ tħougħts ;; "Slow and steady now..."
________________αctιons ;; Sneaking through the outskirts of town.
___________________Aя3a ;; Zaibach Township

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The sun had just begun to rise over the Kingdom of Zaibach, and the majority of the citizens were still tucked safely into bed. While the level of movement slowly began to rise, the streets of the town below the ancient yet majestic castle remained barren.

... Save for one shabbily clad figure slinking around the outskirts of town...

The youngest Princess of the Kingdom of Asturia had not been to sleep that night. No. Instead she had been hard at work on escape attempt number seventy-two. Having waited until she was sure that everyone in the castle was fast asleep, Astraea had snuck out of the tower that served as the 'temporary' quarters for her and her sisters. It wasn't that she was being selfish, what with trying to get away all on her lonesome. On the contrary. The youthful female fought so hard for freedom for the very sake of her kin, just as much as for herself. However, it was less noticable for one of them to try to get away instead of all three, and both Tatiana and Yumei understood. Besides, she would never risk putting her sisters in more danger than they were already in, and instead carried out her wild plans on her own. Things were just better that way.

So, slinking quietly through the cold cobblestone halls, Astraea made her way to the servants quarters. Taking the term quiet as the dead to a whole new level, the girl felt her way around in the dark until coming to a stop before a large bureau. Pulling open the top drawer as carefully as possible, she sifted through the peasant clothes until she found a few items that would fit her thin frame. Using the inky blackness to her advantage, the princess slid out of her nightgown, folding it carefully before placing it in the bureau instead. The fabric was a high quality silk with embroidered lace lining the edges, and it should serve as a suitable replacement for the items which she had taken. Astraea had never liked it very much anyway. It had been a gift from her kidnapper during her first few days in Zaibach, accompanied by an entire wardrobe of similar quality, and the princess had been forced to accept it. It wasn't like she had had much of a choice. She had been brought here with only the clothes on her back, and it was practically impossible to make it through a week with the same garment. However, if she was finally able to make her way to freedom, well, she wouldn't have any need of such things now, would she?

Moving swiftly, Astraea was quick to garb herself in the attire of a lower-classman before making her way back out into the lonely corridors. As she hurried down yet another staircase and into the dining hall, the girl knelt down by the firepit, scooping up the ash from the previous day in her tiny hands. She took a few moments to cover any areas of her snow white skin that was exposed in a thin layer of soot, striving for a grungy, pauper-esque feel. Finally, the princess took her long silver hair and tied it up in a messy bun before hiding it beneath an old tattered hat that she had swiped from upstairs. Satisfied that she had hid her identity to the best of her ability, much like she had in her childhood when she snuck out to mingle with the townspeople of her own kingdom, Astraea got to her feet, made her way to the entry hall, pushed open the great oak door and exited the castle.

The Princess knew better than to take the main road, as many of her other attempts at escape had been thwarted before she had made it half way to the town. Even more had been stopped before she had even had a chance to leave the castle itself. This time, however, the girl took the cover of night to her advantage, stealing past the sleepy guards undetected. While it took her the rest of the night to scramble her way down the rocky area behind the great stone building, she did make it. Sure, she was up a few more cuts and bruises then when she had started out, but it would be a suitable sacrifice if it allowed her to see the Asturian sun once more. The entire time Astraea had been picking her way down the rockface, her mind had been in her homeland. With her mother and father, who must be worried half to death by now. With... with Raven, whose face was becoming nothing more than a faded memory. It took a lot to scare the icy young girl, but this fact terrified her to no end. Would her feelings for her fiancee fade as well? ... .... Were they already less intense then before, and she had yet to notice?

Pushing such thoughts from her mind, Astraea put herself on high alert as drew closer to the town. The sun had only just begun to rise in the sky, providing some light, but she cursed this fact as much as she welcomed it. She had been safer in the darkness, and her solitary figure would only be more noticable in the empty streets. Although she now looked no more like a Princess than a lowly beggar would, it didn't make her feel any better. Time and time again her vaults for freedom had been thwarted by him, and she wouldn't be surprised if he was watching her right now, waiting to drag his prize back to her cage. Taking a deep breath, Astraea left the cover of the trees and darted into the town, retreating into the first dark alley she came across. Pressing hers body flat against the wall, the girl struggled to
calm herself down. This was the farthest she had ever made it, and if she kept her wits about her and continued on slow
and steady... well, she just might make it. While the princess still couldn't shake the feeling that she was being
watched, she did her best to dump it on paranoia, poking her head carefully out into the street to check that the coast
was clear before she made her next move.

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[Moonfray]

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• † Yumei Asturia † •
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✶ Shoot for the moon, even if you miss ...

Yumei stirred in her sleep, slightly nodding her head every once in a while. The idea of being here so long has worn her down emotionally. Her little sis had tried running away 50 times or more. She stopped counting at fifty... figured there was no point. Yumei had always been very worried about her little sister, Astrea, but didnt stop her when she wanted to run away. She knew Astrea wouldnt listen anyways and she was always hardheaded, in fact shes probably running away now... The idea buzzed in her head until the sun slightly peaked over the kingdom of Zaibach, then she popped up completly conscious.

The second she popped up the blankets slipped off her dress and created a slight plop sound as it hit the floor. For some reason her hand immediatly shot to her mouth covering any sound coming from it... although there was none. She didnt want to wake the Princes, she didnt hate them, but she didnt like them, and she wanted to get out of here. She felt her anger build up again and curled her fingers into a fist, her fingernails dug into her skin and made them bleed a little. My nails... She then released the pressure on her palm and revealed spots of blood thats right! I havent had a chance to cut my nails in a while have I... Oh wait... Yumei suddenly remembered why she even woke up this early and completly forgot about herself.
"Astrea?!?!" She whiped her body around and saw the empty crumpled blankets on her sisters bed. Perhaps she turned a little too quickly because soon she found herself falling with a huge thud on the floor. Oh great.... She slowly stood back up leaving tiny blood stains on the floor where she used her hands to catch herself.

The sun was now pressing further into the sky, if the princes werent awake already, they were now. And if her sister is escaping, She better do it quick... Yumei thought, wishing her sister another good luck.

...you'll land among the stars. ✶

[[Rokugatsu]]

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Small slivers of sunshine lit the interior of an ornately decorated bedroom where a solomn figure sat. The sun had just begun to peek over the horizon. It was obvious this was no ordinary commoner's bedroom. Heavy red curtains draped lazily around the open windows, and if inspected carefully, one would notice the slots where bars once were present. A matching canopy bed that was centered in the middle of the large room had dark blue blankets and throws. Only the finest of silks covered the bed that was strewn with pillows; welcoming and comforting. Two of the four walls were lined with rows upon rows of books, and what could not fit upon them were piled close by. Directly across from the wall with the windows there was a chifforobe and changing divider.

Rowan sat staring at herself in the mirror of her vanity. It had been years since her family lost control, yet recently the Zeitsev's were kind enough to welcome her and her sisters stay again in the castle. She was even privileged enough to be returned to her old room. Nex and sly were only down the hall. Nex probably sleeping, while Sly was sure enough to be somewhere in the town causing mischief.

Rowan knew she wasn't the only one stirring at these hours because when she'd taken a stroll down to Sly's room she spotted the precious Astraea making another escape. There was no need to go after her because Rowan had high hopes that some street rats would do away with her. That would do away with her purity, and maybe her life. Just to imagine her body limp in some dark alley... The thought of that made her smile wickedly.

Why them anyways? Sleep wasn't her friend in the hours when most would be dreaming, but her thoughts kept sweeping her off to another world. Months had passed since the kidnapping of the Princesses of Light, and she could tell the Princes' ever growing lust for those wretched girls. Those girls with their perfect lives... what did they have that her sisters and she did not? They were to be wed as most royal families do, but jealousy had taken hold of the other Princes'. The jealousy that had fueled them to basically destroy all plans she had began to set in motion. Ruined!

Absentmindedly she twirled a golden lock around her finger. "I'll just have to come up with something else." Cinereal eyes cleared as if though a storm had faded from a sky as she snapped back to attention. "The castle should wake soon and be a frenzy to return that girl. I might as well get dressed for the day." To her surprise, the door to her room flew open, but she couldn't make out the shadowy figure standing in the doorway.

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For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not the light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.♚ xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[Tenken Shirou]

●●● Beg me in yourxBloodiestxlast moment..

Shirou Zaitsev

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xxxxxxx'Steady arms, straight back, push from the legs..' Shirou repeated mentally. He was meticulous when it came to training and he doubted it would ever change. The prince hadnt bothered sleeping that night, small dark spots forming under his eyes against his will as he used them to peer around the empty field. Shirou wasnt fond of people with the exception of the military of his country, well-known among the young soldiers as well as the veterans as a man with a great constitution for battle, so it didnt come to anyone as a surprise that he could often be found in the old training grounds of the militia. Soft breaths came in quick bursts with each of his swings, his shined blade reflecting a small glimmer of the sun's grand entrance, muscled arms beading with sweat the more he moved, the skids of the dirt nearly silent to the invisible audience around him. Oddly enough, Shirou's movements were fluid enough to mock a real battle, his blade pausing at each spot he would expect a deflection or a block. The further his shadow seemed to creep away with the rising sun, the faster he began to move, his eyes completely shut by the time his strikes started to become a blur.

"Fall!" He suddenly shouted, eyes snapping open the moment he mocked the final strike, the earth beneath him ripping in an X pattern, though he had truly only struck in one diagonal slash, his technique completing the other. The soft humm of his blade was the last thing to be heard before he corrected his stance, sheathing the weapon slowly until he reached the tsubasa, snapping it harshly in before turning his head. Someone had watched him. His vision focused on a small child who merely gave him a single nod, and he understood the message the boy had come to deliver, murmuring to himself as he pushed off the hard dirt, reaching down to grab his shirt before lacing it around his fatigued body. "Hmn.. Time to see my 'Beloved', I suppose."

He would have to cross a portion of the town, but it mattered not in his cold eyes. Shirou had greater plans for this land, and his commanding presence alone wasnt going to be the thing that won him his prize in the end, so tossing the mobs a smile here and there wouldnt behoove him at all. With a final deep breath, he sifted the loose locks of his raven hair behind his ear and focused his eyes toward the stone figure that loomed over this wretched city he called home...

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[Moonfray]

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✶ Shoot for the moon, even if you miss ...

Yumei flopped back on the bed and closed her eyes, hoping to just escape it all. She does this a lot, but no matter what she always returns to this wretched prison. She thought back to the most memorable moments in her life, her parents, her prince. But surprisingly to her, the prince seemed like a vague shadow now. Not really sure if he was really coming to save her or not. But right in the middle of everything, the dancing shadows and rays of memories, the ground shook beneath her casting all the thoughts into casual disarray. Yumei flicked her eyes open, Really? training again....? Although Yumei felt a slight annoyance at the fact that Tenken trains most of his day, she couldnt help but admire him for having the patience and strength to even do that all day. "I wouldnt even come close." Yumei giggled. Sitting upright again she expected at least one of the Princes to come soon, Astrea, you better be out of here by the time they find out! Yumei didnt expect Astrea to hear it, but she had a determination to gain her sis more time. With that she prepared her usual "ignore and dont talk" sequence with the Princes.

...you'll land among the stars. ✶

[Raithsburne]

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Vassili Zaitsev

Vassili Zaitsev, or Vassili, or Vas to some, very few stood in the forest outside the town that surrounded the castle. He was wearing a simple monk's robe. His bright blue eyes shadowed by the hood. He had left his keep just after midnight and made his way to forest. He knew she would try again. Seventy one times, this would make the seventy second.

He had informed his spies, and watchers to let her leave. He had also had someone shadow her as she tried to escape. Not this time. He quieted his breathing and could faintly here the heavier breaths of four horses and their riders. Mercenaries. Under his monk's robe he wore the blue and gray armor, , forged by his father before his death. The Sword of Zaibach hung at his hip as he waited.

The mercenaries had been paid handsomely to put the fear in the girl's mind. She was at least safe in the town accompanied by two of his guards, or himself. Outside though was another story. He would kill the mercenaries after they did their, job. He would do it in the one room he had not allowed her in, but knew she had been. He smiled at the thought. Curiosity was hard to control.

Finally the sun broke the horizon and the mercenaries left the forest heading towards the town, ready to intercept her. She would disguise herself, but they had seen her and knew what to look for. He slowly left the forest, three of his own knights following all wearing the same robes, heads bowed, hands clasped together. The mercenaries didn't know and his knights were to not interfere.

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[Rayelynn]

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indentThe morning air slipped in threw the open window of the Princes bed chamber. The ornately decorated room was dimmly lit by the last few remaining embers of a fireplace, revealing the fine fabrics and elaborate belongings that filled the young Prince's room. Prince Nero sat back in a large plush chair, staring deep into the fireplace with half opened crimson eyes. The night had been, less than pleasant, he had barely been able to sleep and had been out of bed since the moon was high in the sky. Nero rubs his temples before moving from the chair, slipping on a pair of loose boots over his black slacks his matching black tunic remained untucked.

indentWet raven colored locks fell into his dark eyes hiding them from view as Prince Nero tried to ignore the thoughts plaguing his mid from last nights dreams. He had spent most of the night tossing and turning, trying to fight away the dreams of the brunette that plagued his dreams. "Time to get this over with than...." He muttered as he made his way out into the hallway, the servants just now waking to take on their morning duties, Nero did his best to avoid them. Ignoring their soft questions and conversations as he makes his way down the hallway, his hands slipped into the pockets of his slacks.


indentPassing the chambers for Princess Rowan, Nero's footsteps only slow down slightly as he notices the flicker of light from underneath her door frame. "Doesn't that woman know what its like to sleep in?" He sighed as he thought this, turning with his hand still in his pocket he simply pushes open her door. Leaning on the door frame he smirks at the blonde across the room his wet hair still hanging low into his eyes. "Your up early." He says with an even tone, brushing his hair from his eyes.

I am the L I F E that you A D O R E xxxxxxxxx

I feed the rich and F**k the P O O R

[[Rokugatsu]]

XXXXX♚█████████ There is always c a l m before the s t o r m. | | |

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx●Love shall be our token ●Love be yours and love be mine.

Annoyed and a bit caught off guard, the voice gave way to the intruder and it only made her go rigid as she slowly calmed her temper. "And do you not know to knock before entering a lady's bed chamber?", she spoke and her words seemed to be laced with... something. In only a few strides she made way to her bedside where her robe was, quickly covering herself up. It wasn't polite to be seen in one's nightgown. "Honestly, your age reflects in your actions, Nero."

She had made herself very knowledgeable of the Princes, and even though they had somewhat grown up with each other it didn't mean she would allow herself to be 'comfortable' around them. The air around her seemed heavy and electric, and immediately it despersed as it was in connection of her emotions. Calm... be polite... smile. She thought to herself as her lips curled into a warming smile. "Is there something on your mind dear that would make you come see me so early in the dawn?"

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For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not the light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.♚ xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[Rayelynn]

This S.E.L.F.I.S.H.
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indentThe Prince's lips twisted into a slight smirk at her comment. "Last I checked, this was still my home. I go where I wish." He said shortly brushing a few of those dark strands from his eyes as she watched her cross the room to gather her robe. Nero had always been this way, he listened to no one, except his half brothers. His eyes turning cold as she mentioned his actions reflecting his age, though he simply shrugged his shoulders. "As do yours dear Princess." He said back, cocking his head slightly to the side as he says it gauging her reaction.


indentNero had known Princess Rowan since they were children, when his father first sought to claim the throne of Zaibach from her family. Even though they had known each other for years, you couldn't say they where "close" , always keeping the other at arms reach. "Simple curiosity." He pushed away from the door frame, not asking for permission before he enters her room.

I am the L I F E that you A D O R E xxxxxxxxx

I feed the rich and F**k the P O O R

[Mayonaka_Kaji]

NEX ZAIBACH


The morning wasn't to welcoming to one person, not today at least. Moving to the left side of her bed allowing her arm to fall limp off the side of it as she lay on her back. It was obvious that Nex wasn't the morning person. More like a night owl who didn't know when to sleep, though her sister didn't seem to know the meaning of sleep at times. Though she ended up sleeping till the afternoon if she hadn't had any plans. It helped her avoid some of the people in this castle, mostly the little princesses she rather not see at this point.

Reluctantly, Nex sat up showing that she had a black silk gown on that seemed to match her black blankets that covered her bed. A black stuffed rabbit fell from her bed, softly hitting the floor. Her eyes turned to look at it for a moment before looking around her room. It was dark with only the hint of light coming in front underneath her door and from behind her black curtains. It was the sign that either way she was getting back to sleep.

Her feet touched the cold surface of the floor. Her room almost looked like a child's. Two large cabinets filled with nothing but all sorts of figures and stuffed dolls that all looked like rabbits, though none of them where while. She had the basics, a large bed that was covered in all black other then a dark purple cloth like material that went from post to post but didn't drape down. A small vanity that was rarely used, a large dresser and by the window was a small table with two chairs on it. Next to her bed lay her large axe that was held up by holders that where built into the wall to keep it from falling to the floor.

Her room made her relax and get away from every day life here at this castle. She did wish that her family hadn't been pushed away and thus she was a bit rude at times to the princes here. Not only that she tried to avoid them making comments as she passed. Today wouldn't be any different. If they wanted to start something, she'd let them start it but she'd finish it.

Quickly changing into a small dark purple dress with a light knitted black jacket over her shoulders. A small touch of accessories of a necklace that was in the shape of a key and her usual head dress with ears on it. It made her feel comfortable but most people laughed at her for it, though not in front of her. Many times had she been told to take it off as it made her look way younger then she was. She always refused of course.

The last touch before she would leave her room was taking her weapon with her. It never left her side no matter the situation. People worried and always gossiped why she carried such a large weapon with her no matter where she went. With that she finally stepped into the hallway. Looking side to side, her red eyes scanning the area before walking down the hallway.

Today a little hope of finding a princess outside came to her thought. She wanted to put fear in them. Maybe it would make them leave this place, or at least really attempt to escape. The idea of even helping them came to her mind but she wouldn't dare. Not now at least. 'Just wait a little longer. The time will come when they'll leave. If not...well I don't think they'll be alive for much longer.' Her lips curled into a grin.

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You can't escape. || ✖ || You can't survive.
My blade will slash you. || ✖ || To the bone.
Death... || ✖ || ...is not a gift I'll let you have.

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T A S T E M Y B L A D E

[[Rokugatsu]]

XXXXX♚█████████ There is always c a l m before the s t o r m. | | |

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Was he testing her patience? No matter, it was time to don her mask and prep for the days tasks. "Tsk tsk, young Prince... I assume you need not my permission to enter as well." It wasn't nessisarly a question. "Seeing as this is your home, please make yourself comfortable while I change." She remembered the book left upon her vanity, and placed it back amongst the lot upon the shelves.

Rowan quickly selected an emerald gown that was trimmed with black lace before taking cover behind the divider. She cleaned herself up, and easily slipped into the gown. Unscrewing a small bottle, the room was quickly scented like a field of lavenders she placed it back among the other bottles. At either side of her neck she dabbed a bit of lavender oil, and then reached for a black ribbon. With an unmatched grace she floated across the room back to her vanity.

Rowan began tying the ribbon at the end of a loose braid before sitting down. "Curiosity killed the cat..." She locked eyes with Nero, "Besides, shouldn't you be chasing after that dear Princess Astraea?"

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For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not the light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.♚ xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[Rayelynn]

This S.E.L.F.I.S.H.
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indentWith a shrug of his shoulders Nero entered the Princess's chambers fully, making his way over to the book shelve as he started to look threw the selection of titles she kept on hand. Running his fingers over the bindings of the few books that lined the shelf he lets out a soft sigh of annoyance. Silently he moved to her vanity, staring at his own reflection for a few moments he fiddled with his hair pushing the wet strands back from his face. His morning had been spent in the armory practicing his swordplay to keep his mind off things, after which he took a long hot bath. The scent of lavender entering his senses caused his mind to wander .... Princess Tatiana Asturia, .....how she plagued his dreams. Though the dark haired Prince held no love for the Asturian Princess, she seemed to dance across his thoughts when he let his guard down. His eyes seemed to glaze over with some far off look before he shook his head to clear his mind from such thoughts, turning his attention to the divider that Rowan had disappeared behind.


indentPrincess Rowan emerged shortly later, while his mind was lost in thought. Her comment bringing him back to his senses, he folded his arms across his chest. "What my brother does with his woman is his own business." He refused to break eye contact first as his crimson eyes stared back at her. "And you know that Vassili is toying with her as well as I do."

I am the L I F E that you A D O R E xxxxxxxxx

I feed the rich and F**k the P O O R

[[Rokugatsu]]

XXXXX♚█████████ There is always c a l m before the s t o r m. | | |

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx●Love shall be our token ●Love be yours and love be mine.

Rowan flipped her braid over her shoulder and patted the skirt of her gown before closing the gap between the two of them. "What exactly to you plan on doing with those droll girls anyways?" She lifted her hand to brush back his hair, keeping gray eyes locked with Neros. "Are you in love with one of them?" ..."Rowan you are so bold as to get close to a..." Immediately she stumbled back, her hand returning quickly to her side. That memory she'd thought she had locked away... why?

She cleared her throat before speaking, stepping farther back as the air around her sparked again. "You.. appear tired. Maybe you should take a nap before facing the day... and those girls." ...calm... It had been years since she had thought of... him. Oh what a time for this to happen. Rowan walked over to her windows and finished opening the curtains to allow the brilliant sun to shine through, to cover her unusual behavior.

"Maybe we could train together tomorrow morning... since we happen to be early risers. Or maybe play a few games of chess." Rowan noticed the guards patrolling the grounds below. "Vassili seems to be heading after her anyways..."

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For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not the light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.♚ xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[Rayelynn]

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E V E R Y T H I N G for Fame

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indentNero kept eye contact as Rowan fiddled with her hair. She closed the gap between them, and Nero didn't bother to move from her. He wouldn't give her an inch, he was a Zaitsev though the youngest, he would do what was expected of him. "They have their uses..." He stated flatly, never letting his eyes leave her gray ones. Her question caught him more off guard than the light brush of his hair, his eyes widening slightly before he nearly took a step back. Though it was Rowan who with drew first.


indentHis crimson eyes darted off to the side as she moved to conversation to tell him to get some rest. Without answering her second question he lightly flicked his hair back in his eyes slipping his hands in his pockets. "Don't fuss over me, your not my mother." He muttered as he turned his back on her moving to exit the room. The air around him seemed to spike with energy that would make your hair stand on end, though he showed no emotional change in expression.



indentBefore exiting he stopped momentarily in the doorway. "I'd like to see you try and keep up with me." He turned to look back at her, giving her a quick smirk his usual cocky attitude back in place as he made his way back into the hallway.

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I feed the rich and F**k the P O O R