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ANOTHER NIGHT SETTLES IN AS QUICKLY AS IT GOES
THE MEMORIES OF SHADOWS一INK ON THE PAGE
&& I CAN'T SEEM TO FIND MY WAY HOME; ︾ IT'S ALMOST LIKE
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☒ TO KEEP ME OUT.
Things hadn't panned out in his favor since that damning night out. And honestly, by this point, being buried in a woman for over an hour seemed like overkill for both parties. Making it painfully apparent that Ivan wouldn't be getting the relief he needed from this woman either. After the brunette beneath him screamed out her third and final finish, Ivan began to feel like a real charity case, which wouldn't do. This wasn't meant for just her satisfaction.
Coldly shifting to pull out with a frustrated grunt, a whimper slipped from between the girl's slim lips as she dug her nails into his back.
"Are you finished already?" The tiniest muscle ticked in his jaw, her breathless wail falling on deaf ears as Ivan chilled his skin to the point of near burning. Hissing in pain, she yanked her hands back to cradle her fingertips, leaving Ivan to untangle himself and step off the bed. Not willing to honor that stupid question with a response as he strode toward the bathroom.
His bone-deep chill continued to radiate from his skin, dropping the temperature in the room to unwelcome levels. Reading into his unspoken demand for solitude, the woman quickly began scrambling to pluck her gown off the floor and stitch it back on. Ivan wasn't usually the type to walk them out, but he hadn't failed to notice the shadow that loomed outside his doorway halfway through his conquest. Whoever it was must have received quite a musical, so the chances of them sticking around were slim, but his curiosity was peaked. Leaving his shower to run, he lazily draped a towel around his hips and met the woman at the door.
Twisting the knob and yanking it open, his free hand practically pushed the woman out the door. But when the brunette's stumbling abruptly paused, so did Ivan, and then his gaze followed hers to drop to the floor, locking on to a set of what was becoming far too familiar crimson eyes. It took the ice giant a breath to realize he wasn't dealing with some lustful daydream. The sight of Zajka's doe-wide eyes searching his for some reaction had a smile he wouldn't dare let take form, tugging at the corner of his lips. Ever since the night of the explosion, he had never expected her to return. Since it was apparent being with her lazy lover to the left- four doors down with the gold trimming on the door frame, to be exact- was more critical somehow. The man who couldn't stay awake for more than five minutes could somehow protect her— what a pathetic excuse for human flesh.
But no, he didn't think about it. All internal thoughts were buried deep in the freezing recesses of his mind. Even during their training sessions, Ivan had showcased his cold restraint well by waiting on her cues before allowing himself to touch her. A continuous effort to ignore that part of him that became addicted to watching her body arch into his small touches despite how cold they were, but what fed his ego even more, was how heated her gaze got when he was
hard on her. Each connecting throw or maneuver that landed one of them on their back made it that much more difficult to stop thinking about her.
Despite what most thought of the Ded Morzo man, he wasn’t the type to force anything on unwilling participants. Each death in battle was expected and deserved; each woman he found beneath him was consensual. Paid for or not.
"You told me to use you. When it became too much. Not..."Arching an eyebrow at the admission, he found too much joy in the hue of embarrassed realization that fanned over her body. The sight allowed a softness to fall over his features while she worked to hide behind her hands. What was plaguing the woman so severely that she found herself back at his door? When she looked back, his face fell into one of indifference, and no part of him was willing to verbalize the question aloud. Still, Ivan offered his answer by stepping to the side and granting her access, keeping his gaze glued to her as she stepped past the threshold and closed the door with a gentle click.
Standing back, he watched as she took in the humble space he had thoughtfully transformed into his first real home. Ignoring his discomfort at the sight while shifting his grip on his towel. Part of him prepared for her to notice the plethora of stolen goods lining his room, a bitter snap coating his tongue in preparation for the impending scold he would indeed receive from the spitfire of a woman he had created. But the ice giant would only be so lucky; instead, frustration quickly bubbled under the surface when the bunny's sights landed on the only visible personal items stuffed into his room.
Realizing a moment too late, his free hand shot out to grab her but was only met with threads of air as she unknowingly stepped out of his grasp. Fisting his hung hand in the air, he brought his fingers to his mouth as she honed in on the collection of memories he kept neatly lined on the shelf.
“What are these?" Mistakes were made letting this one in his room.
Most women who stepped in were preoccupied with other activities, but this one was looking for the type of distraction he didn’t usually offer.
Conversation ”Crimson God take me now.” He silently begged, gazing at the fireplace as though he might receive his gift early this year, even if the festival was months out. But the Crimson god knew all, so maybe he would grant this one wish early.
The silence hung thick in the room as Ivan tried and failed to devise an excuse. Sighing, he stepped up behind Zajka and grabbed the snow globe that held the least importance to him. The bobble housed a small family of four skating over a frozen lake, large evergreen trees encasing the small lake. Giving it a soft shake, snow flurries swirled through the intricate scene.
"Snow globe. Zhey are..." The moisture was sucked from his mouth as he tried to ignore the flash of memories assaulting his mind. So many times as a child, he snuck from his father's kingdom. This specific globe was purchased as a result of one of those outings. After a boy he had become well acquainted with nearly died after Ivan failed to freeze the lake properly.
"Glass trinkets sold at festivals. Not meant to be touched." It wasn't his cleanest lie, but how was she to know they were made to be shaken?
Lightly placing the globe back on the shelf, his fingers never left until it felt perfectly aligned with the others. Once centered, his head dropped closer to Zajka's ear, forcing his cold breath over her exposed skin.
" Infact, zhis is a hands-off room for you Zajka, until you are ready for me." The thickness in his tone wasn't as forced as he would have liked it to be, but it still conveyed an unmistakable threat and a promise. If she touched them, he would have permission to touch her, and he was keenly aware of the positioning of everything in this room.
"You have permission to sit on zhe bed a vait until I've finished my shower. Zhen you can tell me vhat I may do to be useful to you." OOC : ♛ Location: His Room xxx ♛ Social contact: Some chick - Zahra xxx ♛ Introspection: Why my collection? xxx ♛ Vestment: Towel
ALL THE PLACES I'VE BEEN & THINGS I'VE SEEN
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◢ A MILLION STORIES THAT MADE UP A MILLION SHATTERED DREAMS ✮ ◣
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AND I CAN'T SEEM TO FIND MY WAY HOME
