Recent content by Illyria

She looked to him and saw the sincerity she felt coming off from him. An appreciative smile curved at her lips, and Illyria moved to reach a hand to rest on his lap and squeezed. "If we are able to find somewhere to stay that allows me to... make it comfortable for myself, then I will have...

She felt the softness in his touch, such a brief gesture at her head, but it was one she liked the feel of coming from him. After their night, a touch of sweetness... Illyria watched him go for the exit, leaving her to finish the rest of her meal and drink before counting her coins to pay, and...

"Orange juice," She repeated, taking slower sips of her cup to let it last longer and savour it. "I should grow an orange tree one day. Learn to make this myself." Of course, this was not something she could achieve as a wolf, or a bird. It would mean she would make an effort to be human. There...

Illyria tried with all her might to stifle the smile, but the pink blossomed brighter at her cheeks. "It felt... freeing last night. I liked it, that I could be like that with you." She had to divert her eyes, staring at the plate between them as she reached for a piece of ham and tore it from...

Illyria slid her plate a little closer towards Crux in invitation for him to help himself. It was instinctual of her, a wolf sharing a hunt with another. "I've never eaten eggs before." She revealed, poking at the fried eggs with her fork, breaking the yolk. "They never really were part of my...

Perhaps skipping a meal yesterday was not a good idea, considering how loud and uncomfortable her stomach had been waiting for the eggs and ham steak. Or was it the unused feeling of being able to have a meal so readily? All thoughts had left her by the time a plate appeared before her, and...

Illyria sat up in bed and let the sheets fall away from her body. "No... I will come down." He had given her boosts to her energy reserves, and Illyria looked down at her body to change the appearance of her porcelain skin. The bruising was now hidden away, as if a small glamour had given her...

Gentle protest could be heard from the petite woman, her dark brows furrowing, resisting the call to wake. Her arms wrapped around him tighter, a whine coming from her before her head slowly began to lift, only to fall back against his chest. "Sleepy... still..." she managed to mumble. Along...

Illyria had not felt a tenderness such as this, not in the way he cradled her small form to him and blessed her bared skin with the brush of his lips. She thought he would speak sins against the pale skin, but only softness came in the form of his warm breath. Her frame shivered, and Illyria...

She had thought his hand would scare her, make her jump and shy away but she relaxed. Illyria let out a comforted exhale, even if his words stirred her. It was not what he had said, it was what the words had brought to the surface. Because of what she could do, she could not be accepted by the...

Illyria watched him get closer, stepping past her and tending to the sheets she had not bothered freeing from between base and mattress. She turned around and fished out the other sheets, the pillows too. Throwing them onto the once pristine and made bed she had disturbed. "I can sleep on my...

Illyria's expression formed a gentle doubting look as he spoke, and it left her wondering if she truly were out of touch as he had said. She had thought he understood her at a certain level, but perhaps he didn't in the end. She dropped her gaze, staring at her bare feet and wondered if she...

Sleep has wrapped their fingers around her mind, encasing her body in a light slumber before a knock came to her door. Illyria stiffened, waiting for the threat to make another move before she attacked. But it was Crux, it was only Crux. And she was human, not a wolf. She curled up...

Illyria scowled after him, deciding to keep a distance from him as he gruffly paid for the two rooms. What luxury he was able to provide for her. The man behind the counter held out her key for her sheepishly as Crux stomped off and up the stairs. "Thank you." She managed a small smile. With...

Illyria did not quite understand what there was about her that could be deemed of such compliments and admiring, not when her hair fell past her arse, her bones prominent beneath her pale skin, and the sickly frailty that became of her outward appearance. The very clothing was too loose on her...