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"Hmm.." Fallon answered drowsily, dreamily, as though she was being roused from the most tranquil of slumbers. Some part of her was quite aware of her Wife's worry, and so she mustered the strength to lift a clammy hand and settle it atop Victoria's, her pale lips softening into the hint of a...

Fallon's body writhed, her brow furrowing as claw like nails tore desperately through bodice and skin, and her own sharp canines were bared in a snarl, her knuckles white as she gripped at her wife's shoulders in attempt to push her back. How quickly She drank. How strong She became...

As the carriage jolted violently, Fallon's instinctive reaction was to tighten her grip around Victoria and pull her close, when it should have been to hold her back. There was a flicker of realisation across her features, her eyes flaring as she felt her wife's mouth against her neck, but she...

Fallon understood the turmoil raging within her wife, the battle between instinct and restraint that threatened to consume her. But Fallon was determined to be the anchor that steadied Victoria amidst the storm. 'Tighter..' With a gentle yet firm resolve, Fallon complied, tightening her grip...

Fallon felt the tension coiling within Victoria like a tightly wound spring, and her concern deepened as she witnessed the strain etched into her wife's features. The usually composed and confident vampire queen seemed to falter under the weight of the evening's demands, her veneer of control...

The heavy doors sealed off the sounds of the hall, and Fallon sensed a change in the air, an undercurrent of urgency that mirrored the quickened pace of Victoria's heart. The lingering applause from their dance faded into the background, replaced by the hushed whispers of the grand foyer...

Victoria's assurance washed away any lingering doubt. The affirmation in her voice carried a warmth that matched the gentle glow of the room. It wasn't just a comment on the dance; it was an acknowledgment of their connection, a recognition of Fallon's presence in Victoria's life. As the music...

The world around them blurred into insignificance as the dance began. Fallon's movements were tentative at first, but as Victoria guided her through the steps, a natural rhythm emerged. The pair glided across the dance floor as if they had been dancing together for a lifetime. Her body...

Fallon tried her best to keep her senses at bay. When every sound and scent was heightened, it was easy to be overwhelmed by a crowded room - especially one filled with scents that she had always felt an almost equal amount of hatred and fear of. The scents of her own kind had always been of a...

A long breath tumbled free as Fallon finally settled into her new throne beside that of her wife, now far more comfortable to observe the gathering, rather than being amongst it. The Garou were generally elusive, and she had never done well in crowds as it was let alone crowds that included...

Fallon's lips curled into a mischievous smile as she playfully tugged at Victoria's waist, pulling her closer once again. She loved knowing that the heart in Victoria's chest beat for her. "My sweet Temptress," Fallon whispered with a grin, her voice laced with a mixture of desire and...

My Wife... Fallon's heart swelled, her own eyes shimmering with unbridled joy. She reached out to gently wipe away Victoria's tear, her touch a tender reassurance of their forever bond. "Nor have I." Fallon whispered, her voice filled with a depth of devotion that echoed across the expanse of...

The Garou's head tilted slightly as she noticed her Love's eyes lingering on her throat. A gentle tease with the faintest smirk of amusement. She had meant it when she had said that her life belonged to Victoria. Her soul was bound, and the very blood that ran in her veins was no longer her own...

Fallon felt every word of Victoria's vow as though her voice were in her very blood, coursing through her veins. Silver eyes wandered the soft, snowy skin of her love's face and made themselves quite at home in the warm crimson of her gaze. "Victoria..." she sighed with a curl of her lips...

Many gazes, narrow and wide. Many scents, gasps, whispers, but the room may as well have been entirely empty without Victoria's presence. For now, Fallon’s silver eyes settled upon the birch and marble chair that now sat beside that of the Mistress of Greyrock. Her chest tightened at the gesture...